After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: “Song Yu.” Shen Qingyu called out to him…

Song Yu truly vanished from Shen Qingyu’s world, just as he had promised.

After spending two confusing days at home, Shen Qingyu returned to school and noticed that a lot of Song Yu’s belongings were gone. Cheng Che said Song Yu had come to the school on Sunday and taken away a batch of his frequently used items, leaving the rest in the dorm untouched.

Cheng Che also mentioned that Song Yu seemed to have registered as a commuter but was still paying the bed fee for the dorm, likely because he didn’t want anyone else to move in and live there.

Hearing all this, Shen Qingyu felt somewhat dazed.

So, was Song Yu really determined to “give up” on him? This should be a good thing. Shen Qingyu thought.

But why was there an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart?

Shen Qingyu analyzed it seriously. He felt the loss was for the seemingly normal Song Yu he had lost. After all, before he knew Song Yu was the pervert who harassed him, he genuinely thought Song Yu was a good person. Song Yu had indeed done something wrong, but he truly couldn’t completely erase the significance this person held for him because of that one thing.

He sighed softly. Perhaps this was the best possible outcome now.

With one person less in the dorm, the other two seemed perfectly fine with the change, except for Shen Qingyu. At first, Shen Qingyu found it strange. They had been roommates for so long; why weren’t they sad at all? Later, he understood. Aside from himself, Song Yu seemed to have few friends at school. Even Cheng Che said he didn’t interact much with Song Yu; the most they’d do was greet each other if they ran into each other on campus. Before Shen Qingyu moved in, they hadn’t even had a single dorm gathering. In contrast, Cheng Che and Lu Xiao used to have a relatively good relationship and often played games together.

For several days in a row, Shen Qingyu was distracted. He really hadn’t seen Song Yu on campus again. They weren’t in the same major, had almost no common classes, and even if they did, they weren’t in the same classroom.

Wen Da University was not small, yet it could allow two acquaintances to never cross paths again.

Wen Da University was not small, yet it coincidentally allowed two people who had lost contact for years to be reunited in the same dorm.

“What are you thinking about?”

Cheng Che’s voice sounded from behind. Shen Qingyu snapped back to reality, managing a strained smile and saying, “Nothing, just spacing out.”

Shen Qingyu was sitting at the dorm desk, his phone charging nearby. He had intended to watch some variety shows, but the progress bar was halfway through, and he hadn’t absorbed anything. Cheng Che had observed him for a long time before he finally couldn’t hold back and asked.

Cheng Che gripped the sides of his chair, turning him to face himself. He gently touched Shen Qingyu’s cheek: “Are you in a bad mood?”

The tenderness in his eyes made Shen Qingyu’s heart settle slightly. At least he could be sure that Cheng Che wouldn’t leave him.

“Or…” Cheng Che paused, staring at Shen Qingyu’s beautiful, round eyes for a while, then asked, “Are you thinking about Song Yu?”

Shen Qingyu was surprised, forcing a laugh. “Is it that obvious?”

“You two seemed to have a good relationship, but you didn’t know he was moving out, so I guessed you must be feeling uncomfortable,” Cheng Che was indeed meticulous, analyzing every point accurately.

On the subway on Friday, Song Yu had told him he would disappear from his sight. At the time, Shen Qingyu thought Song Yu would try to find a way to get his forgiveness, but he hadn’t expected him to move out without a word.

Shen Qingyu pursed his lips, twisting his hands together, and asked hesitantly, “Did he say anything when he left?”

Hearing this, Cheng Che thought back carefully to that Sunday. “He just said he was leaving the remaining things here and that no one would move in, so we could rest assured. He didn’t say anything else.”

Shen Qingyu lowered his eyes slightly, his lashes casting a dark shadow on his eyelids.

“But I felt like his mental state wasn’t right,” Cheng Che said.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t really explain it; I just had a feeling.” Cheng Che separated Shen Qingyu’s twisted hands, held them, and rubbed them. “I haven’t interacted much with him normally. If you were there, you’d probably be able to tell.”

A gut feeling told Shen Qingyu that Song Yu’s state was definitely related to his family. But aside from him, no one else here knew about Song Yu’s family situation. Even if he wanted to inquire, there was nowhere to ask, so he could only fret uselessly.

Lu Xiao, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, finally couldn’t sit still. It was finally his turn to be useful. He forcefully suppressed his inner excitement and calmly interjected into their conversation: “Are you talking about Song Yu?”

Cheng Che frowned, finding him highly bothersome. He wished Lu Xiao would move out too.

“I think I know a little about him.” Lu Xiao slightly raised his chin, his expression practically screaming, “Hurry and ask me.”

Shen Qingyu looked at Lu Xiao, his eyes lighting up. “You do?”

“Mhm. The scandal about his family—the mistress driving the original wife to death—was quite the buzz a while ago,” Lu Xiao said, then quickly defended himself, afraid Shen Qingyu would think he was a gossip. “A friend of mine told me; their families have business dealings.”

Discussing someone else’s family behind their back didn’t feel right… Shen Qingyu fidgeted, feeling as though a mischievous kitten had tangled up a ball of yarn in his chest.

Seeing his struggle, Lu Xiao took the initiative to share what he had heard a few days ago: “Apparently, Song Yu ended up in this major because his mother didn’t want his success to overshadow the original wife’s son. She allegedly had someone drug him before the college entrance exam, causing him to fail and slide into his previous major.”

“How can a mother be like that?” Cheng Che was astonished.

“A few days ago, the original wife’s son caused a scene at his dad’s birthday party, and his mom reportedly beat Song Yu up and locked him away beforehand.” Lu Xiao looked disgusted as he spoke.

The arrogant tone of Song Zhangcheng that night and Song Yu’s restrained expression flashed through Shen Qingyu’s mind.

Cheng Che, who came from a happy, loving family, couldn’t imagine a mother in this world who wouldn’t love her child. His expression instantly turned solemn. His first reaction was to look at Shen Qingyu. Seeing his pale face, his heart twisted, and he instinctively placed his hand on Shen Qingyu’s, gently patting it to offer comfort.

Lu Xiao rolled his eyes dramatically in front of him, wishing he could sever Cheng Che’s hand with his stare. “I don’t know much else, but if there’s anything you want to know, I can ask around for you.”

Shen Qingyu shook his head with difficulty. “No need.” He felt Song Yu probably wouldn’t want him to know that he had gone through all this.

…

Life had to go on as usual. December rolled around quickly, and Shen Qingyu looked forward to the snow every day.

Wen Cheng was a beautiful city, practically a tourist destination all year round. The snow scenery in Wen Cheng was stunning, attracting many visitors every winter.

He hadn’t seen Song Yu for the entire month. Occasionally, when the cold wind howled outside, and Shen Qingyu was reluctantly lying in bed, he couldn’t help but wonder if Song Yu had to wake up very early to get into the library right when it opened in this freezing weather? Did he ever hit the snooze button?

Probably not, Shen Qingyu answered himself.

Song Yu had disappeared so completely that if Shen Qingyu didn’t still have the photo with him from the camping trip saved on his phone, he would almost think Song Yu was a character he had imagined.

The video sharing account suddenly showed “Account Deleted” one day; the Moments of the WeChat contact named “Song Yu” were completely closed; even their four-person dorm group chat became a group of three…

Shen Qingyu felt a little angry, no, very angry!

It was absolutely despicable. Instead of admitting, correcting, and apologizing for his mistakes to gain forgiveness, he chose to run away?

Shen Qingyu forcefully slammed his fist onto the desk. The pain made his face twist up. He opened his hand and saw his palm was red. So, he put this pain on Song Yu’s account, thinking, Don’t you dare show up ever again.

As the final exam period approached, most of the classes were over, with only a few specialized courses continuing. Shen Qingyu spent more time in the library. He was aiming for the First Prize Scholarship this semester, which was a significant sum of two thousand yuan.

The number of students in the library visibly increased. Shen Qingyu’s usual spot was highly coveted, to the point where if he was five minutes late, it would be taken.

Today, their usual spot was indeed taken, so Shen Qingyu suggested moving to another study room. He led Cheng Che to a study room he had been to before with Song Yu. It was at the last row, at that desk, where he had accidentally picked up the wrong phone and discovered the truth.

Sure enough, a few familiar books were on that spot. Shen Qingyu hesitated. He didn’t even understand why he had come here. Was he truly just looking for an empty spot?

“Come here.” Cheng Che waved at him, placing his backpack on a chair and pulling out a chair for Shen Qingyu. “Give me your cup. I’ll go get some hot water. You start studying.”

Shen Qingyu nodded. After Cheng Che left the study room, he leaned back in the chair feeling awkward.

Song Yu’s books were neatly placed on the desk. There were also two gel pens, one black and one red, just like always. Everything seemed normal.

He sat there quietly for a while. Just as he opened his book, Song Yu returned.

A figure appeared in his peripheral vision. Shen Qingyu thought it was Cheng Che, wondering why he was back so quickly. But when he looked up, he was surprised to see it was Song Yu.

Behind his glasses, Song Yu’s eyes lit up. The corners of his mouth were slightly taut, and he looked nervous.

Shen Qingyu was also stunned. Although he knew he would eventually see him, he certainly wasn’t prepared to see him now.

Even with his glasses on, Shen Qingyu could clearly see the dark circles under Song Yu’s eyes.

Was he not sleeping well? Or was he losing sleep because he had to wake up early every day?

Countless questions flashed through Shen Qingyu’s mind. He didn’t ask them, nor did he look away.

Song Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Two or three seconds later, he unhesitatingly picked up the books on the desk and the backpack on the chair, turning to head for the door.

Shen Qingyu felt a lump in his throat. What was this? Was he some man-eating monster? Even if someone had to run, shouldn’t it be me?

Shen Qingyu was annoyed. Seeing the two pens he had left on the desk, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He grabbed the pens and chased after him.

I’m just doing a good deed, nothing else. Shen Qingyu told himself this.

Song Yu wasn’t walking fast. Shen Qingyu easily caught up, looking at his thin back. He couldn’t help but remember what Lu Xiao had told him about Song Yu.

He wondered if his injuries had healed.

“Song Yu.” Shen Qingyu called out to him.

Song Yu stopped, but he didn’t turn back. A victorious smile, barely perceptible, flashed across his cold and handsome face.