After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Going Home – “The red flag at home doesn’t fall…”

By the time Cheng Che arrived at the bar Shen Qingyu had pinned, Shen Qingyu was completely drunk.

Yang Yu was also a bit dizzy, but one nerve in his brain was taut, determined to see Shen Qingyu safely home.

Chen Qiming hadn’t expected Shen Qingyu’s alcohol tolerance to be so poor. He watched dumbfounded as Shen Qingyu and Yang Yu argued like two elementary school children.

Yang Yu: “Don’t you know your own tolerance? You get knocked out by one glass and still dared to drink so much!”

Shen Qingyu’s eyes were glazed, and his cheeks were flushed: “You’re wrong.”

“What did I get wrong?”

“I don’t get knocked out by one glass.”

Yang Yu scoffed: “Ask your two jock friends here if you get knocked out by one glass.”

Shen Qingyu put his hands on his hips and said sulkily: “I clearly get knocked out by one sip! I only had one sip and got dizzy… I-I feel so unwell… I’m floating to the sky…”

He stood perfectly still, straighter than a poplar tree, yet he felt like he had just gotten off the ‘Pendulum Ride’ at an amusement park.

Ethereal, dizzying.

It felt as if his head was stuck to the floor, and his weak legs were pointing toward the sky.

So Shen Qingyu kicked his foot, launching himself outward.

Lu Xiao quickly grabbed him, preventing Shen Qingyu from colliding head-first with the wall.

“Stay put,” Lu Xiao hissed, his voice low and menacing.

Shen Qingyu shook off his hand, looking disgusted: “Go away, I want Yang Yu…”

Yang Yu himself wasn’t quite sober. Hearing Shen Qingyu call him, he rushed over immediately, shielding him behind his back like a protective mother hen.

Chen Qiming remarked shrewdly: “Looks like you’re the bad guy now.”

Receiving a fierce glare from Lu Xiao, Chen Qiming repeatedly waved his hands in surrender. “We should just get them home first.”

“No, I’m not leaving!” Shen Qingyu squatted down, hugging his head, curling himself into a ball. He didn’t know why he wasn’t leaving, but a subconscious voice told him he couldn’t leave, that he had to wait for someone to pick him up.

Who was it?

He couldn’t remember.

“If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for being rough!” Yang Yu threatened. “Don’t force me to use illegal means!”

Chen Qiming was curious: “What illegal means?”

Yang Yu gave a wicked smile: “Guess?”

Shen Qingyu raised his hand, enthusiastic and proactive, like a good student waiting for the teacher’s praise: “I know! Handcuffs!”

“That’s right!” Yang Yu said, grinning.

Lu Xiao closed his eyes, veins throbbing in his forehead. He was barely suppressing the urge to abandon both of them right there.

“But don’t think I’ll surrender,” Shen Qingyu’s gaze was firm. “I haven’t waited for… yet.”

“Waiting for who?” Lu Xiao lifted his eyelids, looking at him coldly.

“Don’t know, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

Lu Xiao was on the verge of exploding with anger at the drunken Shen Qingyu. He was pretty, alright, but when he got drunk, he became sharp-tongued and irritating.

“Are you going or not! Are you going or not! I still have a video call to take!” Yang Yu raised his voice. “If you don’t leave, don’t force my hand.”

“You, you wouldn’t dare.” Shen Qingyu’s momentum instantly weakened.

“Watch me.”

Saying this, Yang Yu took a step toward him, looking down at the small Shen Qingyu squatting on the ground.

Lu Xiao didn’t know what got into him, but he immediately blocked Yang Yu: “If he doesn’t want to leave, let him stay. You go home first.” There was absolutely no concern for taking Yang Yu home in his words.

Chen Qiming, having had enough fun, nodded repeatedly: “Yeah, I’ll call you a cab.”

Yang Yu angrily stomped his foot, wishing he could squash the two wretched men underfoot. “Waaah, I’m being bullied!”

“…”

“…”

Shen Qingyu, meanwhile, looked like a small villain who had gotten his way. He stood up and spread his arms: “My two imperial bodyguards have performed meritorious service. You shall be handsomely rewarded!”

Lu Xiao squeezed his neck hard. The way people around were staring at him like an idiot made him feel utterly humiliated. He gritted his teeth and said, “Come on, stop making a spectacle of yourself here.”

“I’m not going! Cheng, Cheng Che hasn’t arrived yet!” Shen Qingyu struggled to say.

“Who did you say?”

The force on the back of his neck suddenly increased, making Shen Qingyu gasp in pain!

Cheng Che saw the chaotic scene from the taxi. He slammed the car door in a rush, yelling, “Lu Xiao, let go of him!”

“Chezi, what a coincidence.” Chen Qiming was trying to trick Yang Yu into revealing his home address. However, Yang Yu’s awareness was too strong, giving either the address of the city police station or a mental hospital.

Chen Qiming thought: Good heavens, you know a lot of places.

“You’re hurting him.” Cheng Che didn’t spare a single glance for Chen Qiming, immediately wrapping his arm around Shen Qingyu’s waist.

The ignored Chen Qiming chuckled awkwardly twice and continued his “you ask, I answer” game with Yang Yu.

Lu Xiao withdrew his hand, asking expressionlessly, “Why did you come?”

“Little Yu sent me the address.”

Shen Qingyu faintly heard the familiar voice and instinctively leaned against him, not forgetting to cautiously lift his neck to observe who was embracing him.

Stars seemed to flicker in his eyes, making Cheng Che’s heart pound faster.

Lu Xiao, on the other hand, was annoyed by the ambiguous atmosphere, which looked like they were seconds away from kissing. Flirting openly in public, how indecent.

Cheng Che only said Shen Qingyu sent him the address, which wasn’t wrong, but this kind of proprietorial tone made Lu Xiao very uncomfortable. His brows were tightly furrowed, his hands in his pockets, staring at the two without a word.

…

After Chen Qiming’s persistent efforts, he finally pried Yang Yu’s mouth open and got his address.

“Chezi, Xiao Ge, I know his address now, you guys…”

Uh.

The atmosphere was weird.

Cheng Che supported Shen Qingyu’s lower back, drawing him into his embrace. Smelling the alcohol on him, mixed with his lovely scent, his heart felt full. In this moment, Shen Qingyu was dependent only on him.

Cheng Che was extremely pleased with this conclusion.

The three of them, plus two drunkards, stood on the roadside.

Cheng Che instructed: “I’m leaving his friend to you. I’m taking Little Yu home.”

Chen Qiming patted his chest: “No problem. Mission accomplished, guaranteed. Xiao Ge? Going straight home?”

Lu Xiao’s mouth and jaw were rigidly set. He struggled before making his decision: “Shen Qingyu is too much trouble. I’m going with him.”

Cheng Che: “No need. I can manage alone.”

“It’s fine. We’re all roommates.”

For some reason, Lu Xiao felt he couldn’t let Cheng Che and Shen Qingyu be alone. Who knew what they might do? Thinking of this, Lu Xiao ground his back teeth together, feeling sour in his stomach.

Chen Qiming’s eyes darted between the two of them, finally realizing they seemed to be fighting.

Compared to the short-tempered Lu Xiao, Chen Qiming, without thinking, leaned close to Cheng Che’s ear and asked, “What’s wrong with you and Xiao Ge? You used to be good friends.”

Shen Qingyu was wearing a soft shirt. He had many styles of shirts and liked to button them all the way up, but now, perhaps because he was hot from the alcohol, the buttons near his chest were roughly ripped open, and the soft fabric was full of wrinkles.

Cheng Che looked down, seeing his fair chest skin tinged pink, so tender and beautiful.

And Shen Qingyu’s hands were obediently clutching his waist. His hands were smaller than Cheng Che’s, likely with little strength.

Receiving no reply, Chen Qiming didn’t give up, but also didn’t want to incur Lu Xiao’s wrath, so he could only sigh deeply.

“Sigh!”

“Sigh!!”

“Sigh!!!”

Each sigh heavier than the last.

“Spit it out if you have something to say,” Lu Xiao glanced at him, more irritated by the noise.

Chen Qiming instantly backed down, changing his tune: “Not spitting it out, not spitting it out. Being civilized and polite.”

Lu Xiao’s mind was intensely troubled. Through his keen judgment, he could basically confirm that something was going on between Cheng Che and Shen Qingyu.

He was completely baffled. Does Shen Qingyu like Cheng Che? Then what is his relationship with that Yang Yu? Or is the gay community really that complicated? The red flag at home doesn’t fall, but colorful flags fly everywhere outside?

So who is the red flag, and who are the colorful flags?

Shen Qingyu had only moved in recently, so Cheng Che was clearly the colorful flag.

Would someone like Cheng Che allow himself to be… the third party?

It seemed Yang Yu either didn’t know about their relationship or already knew and was perfectly accepting.

Maybe this is what they call an “open relationship.”

Tolerating everything, accepting everything.

As Lu Xiao thought, a layer of disgusting goosebumps rose all over his body. He cursed under his breath: “F*ck! That’s really disgusting.”

Before this, Lu Xiao had treated Cheng Che as a normal friend, occasionally playing games and basketball together. He knew Cheng Che played basketball well and was quite popular in school due to his outgoing personality. But.

But.

Besides all that, is there anything special about him?

Lu Xiao hadn’t noticed anything.

Or does Shen Qingyu simply like his looks?

If it was just looks, Lu Xiao had absolute confidence in his own appearance. The men and women who pursued him were definitely more numerous and passionate than those who pursued Cheng Che.

Then.

Why didn’t Shen Qingyu pay attention to him?

Lu Xiao sneered internally. Judging by how attentive Cheng Che was to him, Cheng Che was probably the one who relentlessly pursued him first.

That makes sense.

Although Shen Qingyu was gay, he was a naive gay. It was entirely possible that, faced with the service of a moderately attractive guy like Cheng Che, he couldn’t resist and made a mistake.

Lu Xiao sat in the taxi’s passenger seat, occasionally catching sight of the intimate contact between the two in the rearview mirror, a trace of mockery on his lips.

For some reason, he didn’t want Cheng Che to succeed.

Perhaps it was disapproval, or perhaps he didn’t want to see a pretty, innocent guy fall into a dark trap, losing his mind in a moment of novelty.

Lu Xiao found an answer for his abnormal behavior: “We’re roommates. It’s the least I can do.”

Supported by them, Shen Qingyu stumbled to his front door. He reached into his pocket—it was empty.

Then he reached out both hands to the “walls” beside him, groping them and weeping: “It’s over, I can’t find my keys… Where are they? They’re gone. I can’t get home… What should I do?”

“I’m homeless… I’m so miserable…”

Hearing his cries, Cheng Che wished he could put the stars and the moon in his hands. He quickly comforted him: “It’s okay. If you can’t find your keys, I’ll take you back to my place. I won’t let you be homeless.”

Shen Qingyu’s face was covered in tears. His wet eyelashes were stuck together, his eyes flickering with fragile moisture, like a homeless, rain-soaked stray cat crying in the empty hallway.

Cheng Che’s heart trembled. He pulled Shen Qingyu into his arms.

Shen Qingyu’s intermittent sobs strangely aroused Lu Xiao. Suppressing the bizarre thought, and too lazy to watch the sweet moment, Lu Xiao examined Shen Qingyu’s front door.

When his gaze fell upon the lock, his eyelid twitched suddenly.

Lu Xiao grabbed Shen Qingyu’s hand with zero gentleness, prying his thumb open and pressing it onto the door lock.

With a “click,” the door opened.

Tears still hung on his face. Shen Qingyu tilted his head, looking at his “savior,” a handsome guy who looked rogue but had a fierce expression.

He said woodenly: “I remember now. My door has a fingerprint lock.”