After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: “Xiao Yu and I are dating.”…

Shen Qingyu understood Song Yu’s personality and knew he wasn’t the type to celebrate his birthday with many people. After thinking for a long time, he decided that buying him a small gift and a small cake would be best.

As for what gift to buy, that nearly stumped Shen Qingyu. He searched online for topics like “what is the most thoughtful birthday gift for a top student” and finally decided on a fountain pen.

Although opportunities to use a fountain pen were rare now, it was, after all, stationery, carrying a quiet academic air. The pen he chose had a slender body and a dark gray matte finish—low-key yet high-quality, perfectly matching Song Yu’s temperament. After placing the order, he started imagining what Song Yu would look like holding the pen and writing.

Shen Qingyu was confident in his taste and looked forward to seeing Song Yu’s expression when he received the gift.

He definitely won’t guess I’d get him a gift, right? Shen Qingyu chuckled to himself. This way, he’ll definitely see me as a friend.

Although he already considered himself Song Yu’s friend, he still wanted Song Yu’s acknowledgment. For some reason, being friends with Song Yu would give him a great sense of accomplishment. After all, Song Yu’s attitude toward him was initially cold, and he rarely spoke. Every time Shen Qingyu greeted him, he felt the awkwardness of offering warmth to a cold shoulder.

Fortunately, those days were in the past.

On Song Yu’s birthday, Shen Qingyu used all his charm and pleaded earnestly with the dorm manager in the first-floor office for a long time before he was allowed to put the cake in the freezer.

Estimating that Song Yu would return to the dorm before lights out, Shen Qingyu purposely fully charged his desk lamp, planning to use it for light after the main lights went off.

Lu Xiao and Cheng Che both knew about the surprise Shen Qingyu was preparing for Song Yu. Cheng Che didn’t say much, even helping Shen Qingyu choose the cake style and contact the bakery, but Shen Qingyu could sense he was a little unhappy.

While choosing the cake, Shen Qingyu was torn between two options and asked for Cheng Che’s opinion.

Cheng Che said, “You weren’t this careful choosing a cake on my birthday. Go with the second one.”

A vinegary scent filled the air between them. Shen Qingyu wrinkled his nose, took a deep breath, and said, “Did you smell that?”

Cheng Che imitated him, taking a sniff. “What am I supposed to smell?”

“Someone’s vinegar jar spilled; it smells so sour,” Shen Qingyu blinked, his tone playful.

Cheng Che was momentarily surprised, realizing Shen Qingyu was teasing him. He squeezed the back of his neck helplessly, pulling him into his chest. Shen Qingyu was small-boned and not very tall, so it took little effort for Cheng Che to hold him. Shen Qingyu didn’t try to struggle, his slender fingers tracing circles on Cheng Che’s firm chest, saying lazily:

“But your birthday was planned by Chen Qiming, and he chose the cake. Don’t be mad. I’ll get you a replacement one, okay?”

His soft voice and innocently seductive manner made Cheng Che’s heart pound.

“I’m not mad,” he explained. “And you don’t need to get me a replacement. I don’t really like cake.”

“I like cake. How about we consider it a celebration of our one month together?” Shen Qingyu said cheerfully.

Cheng Che slowly released his grip, looking into Shen Qingyu’s eyes in disbelief, murmuring, “Are you saying… we have a future?”

“What do you mean? You don’t want a future with me?” Shen Qingyu raised an eyebrow, glaring at him in dissatisfaction, then followed up by lightly punching his chest a few times to vent his frustration.

“No, I just… thought I wouldn’t pass the probationary period,” Cheng Che explained. He caught Shen Qingyu’s hand, holding his fist carefully against his own chest.

…

That evening, Song Yu returned a little later than Shen Qingyu had expected. Shen Qingyu checked the time several times, almost thinking he wouldn’t return tonight, when Song Yu suddenly pushed the door open.

Two desk lamps illuminated, the light converging on Shen Qingyu’s face, making it impossible for Song Yu to look away.

“Song Yu! Happy Birthday.” Shen Qingyu held the meticulously wrapped fountain pen gift box high, presenting it to him like a treasure.

Song Yu only stared at the gift box for two seconds before his gaze returned to Shen Qingyu’s face. His smile was bright and infectious, as if it could heal Song Yu’s scarred heart, letting the brightest ray of light shine into his darkness.

This ray of light was Shen Qingyu.

“Thank you.” Song Yu looked a little surprised, taking a few seconds to react before quietly saying, “I didn’t realize today was my birthday.”

“I accidentally saw your ID a few days ago, that’s how I knew it was your birthday today. This is a gift I bought for you. See if you like it.”

Cheng Che helped Shen Qingyu hold the cake, gently unwrapping it and placing it on the desk, his tone subtle: “Xiao Yu personally picked this cake out for you.” The implication was that even if he didn’t like it, he’d better say he did and eat a few more bites.

Song Yu ignored Cheng Che, carefully examining the solid-colored fountain pen in his hand. It felt weighty and high-quality. He lifted his eyelids and said, word for word, “I like it very much.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Shen Qingyu said, beaming. “Come quickly and blow out the candles and make a wish!”

With that, Shen Qingyu stepped back to reveal the entire cake. He pressed Song Yu into a seat, lit the candles, and even forced Lu Xiao with his eyes to sing “Happy Birthday” along with him.

Song Yu silently closed his eyes. He didn’t believe in the supernatural, yet in this atmosphere, he involuntarily felt compelled to do so.

He made a wish in his heart, one that was very simple and pure to him: “I hope Shen Qingyu can see me and belong only to me.”

Shen Qingyu thought Song Yu would take longer to make his wish, but he didn’t expect him to suddenly open his eyes, quickly blow out the candles, and say matter-of-factly, “You cut the cake.”

“Huh? Did you make a wish?”

“I did.”

“Then I’ll cut it!”

Shen Qingyu cut the cake into four pieces, giving the largest one to Song Yu. The rich, creamy flavor melted on Song Yu’s tongue. Song Yu didn’t usually like sweet food, but he felt that the cake Shen Qingyu bought for him wasn’t too sweet, giving him an urge to finish it.

“How is it? Is it good?” Shen Qingyu asked excitedly.

“It’s good.”

“See, I knew he’d like it.” Shen Qingyu said to Cheng Che, proudly raising his eyebrows.

“Alright, alright, you’re amazing.”

Lu Xiao was the last to receive a piece of cake. He shoved a mouthful into his mouth haphazardly and, hearing the cloying sounds of the couple, secretly rolled his eyes. “Since we’re roommates, when my birthday comes in December, you have to prepare a gift and a surprise for me too.”

Since Shen Qingyu slapped him, Lu Xiao hadn’t dared to overtly express his affection for Shen Qingyu, but that didn’t mean he planned to give up. He just needed to switch to a “boiling the frog slowly” approach, waiting for them to break up. Of course, if an opportunity to “intervene” arose during that time, Lu Xiao would definitely seize it.

Through some trial and error, Lu Xiao generally understood Shen Qingyu’s soft spot.

As long as he positioned himself as a “roommate,” he could maintain normal contact with Shen Qingyu. For Lu Xiao at this stage, this was highly satisfactory.

“Then what gift do you want?”

“If I tell you, won’t it be an open-book test? You figure it out yourself.” He tossed his head in a display of arrogance.

Shen Qingyu felt a little helpless and turned the topic back to Song Yu. He was surprised that Song Yu really had finished the slice of cake he cut for him.

“Song Yu, are you happy today?” Shen Qingyu asked seriously.

He nodded, his tone less aloof than usual, with a bit more emotion. “I am very happy… because it’s been a long time since I celebrated my birthday.”

Shen Qingyu was slightly taken aback. Connecting this to Song Yu’s family situation, as a highly empathetic person, Shen Qingyu felt a pang of sadness.

Even he, who lost both parents, had birthdays full of surprises growing up. His aunt always prepared gifts for him long in advance—sometimes nice clothes and cake, and as he got older, phones and computers. In short, the love his aunt gave him was no less than what his biological parents would have given.

“It’s okay. We can celebrate your birthday together in the future!”

Song Yu’s lips moved, and a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Shen Qingyu almost thought he was mistaken.

He replied with an acknowledging “Okay.”

The next day, when Shen Qingyu woke up, he found a hot breakfast on his desk, still warm, which must have been bought by Song Yu.

Just as Shen Qingyu finished breakfast, Chen Qiming arrived.

He and Cheng Che were in the same class, with nearly identical timetables, so they usually went to class together every day. Cheng Che had secretly complained about this, saying Chen Qiming was too clingy, and he would rather go to class with his boyfriend, even if it was just a five or six-minute walk.

“Chezi, remember that girl who asked for your contact info and you didn’t give it to her? She contacted me again, saying she still wants me to try asking you one more time,” Chen Qiming said.

Cheng Che glanced at Shen Qingyu and said expressionlessly, “I won’t give it.”

“Why not? That girl is quite pretty, isn’t she?”

“I told you, I have a partner.”

Chen Qiming burst out laughing: “Stop trying to fool me. That excuse is fine for little girls, but don’t you think I’d know whether you have a partner or not? I can count the number of times you’ve been around girls on my fingers.”

Cheng Che: “…”

Shen Qingyu awkwardly rubbed his neck.

“The only people you spend all your time with are me and Shen Qingyu. Which one of us is your partner?” Chen Qiming smiled, putting his arm around Cheng Che’s shoulder, only to have it mercilessly shaken off.

Since Chen Qiming put it that way, Cheng Che felt it was time to stop hiding.

“Xiao Yu and I are dating.”

At this statement, not only did Chen Qiming’s jaw drop in shock, but Shen Qingyu also froze.

“Huh? What did you say??” Chen Qiming’s stunned gaze bounced between the two of them, finally landing on Shen Qingyu’s face, his voice trembling slightly. “But you’re not…”

Shen Qingyu’s face crumpled, and he signaled with his eyes for Chen Qiming not to reveal what happened at the bar that day.

Chen Qiming choked on his words, scratching his scalp in confusion.

“You’re not kidding, are you?” Chen Qiming asked.

Cheng Che said, “Would I joke about something like this?”

Chen Qiming was speechless. But Shen Qingyu’s image in his mind instantly became tall, mighty, and exceptionally imposing. This was a true man, single-handedly domesticating two of the most famous heartthrobs from their PE college. While Cheng Che went across the street to throw away some trash, Chen Qiming secretly gave Shen Qingyu a thumbs-up. Then, his lips moved, softly whispering two words:

“Awesome.”