Transmigrated Into the Cannon Fodder Roommate in a BL Novel - Chapter 3

This basketball game was originally organized with An Cheng as the core. Once An Cheng said he was done, how could they keep playing?

Qi Le was a bit displeased, but seeing that An Cheng wasn’t in high spirits, he didn’t make a scene. He simply hooked his arm around An Cheng’s shoulder and walked back.

“What happened? Your face is pulled so long. You couldn’t have been dragged off and scolded by the counselor during the very first class meeting, right?”

An Cheng gave a light scoff and hammered a fist against Qi Le’s chest. “You’re the one who got scolded, kid.”

Qi Le clutched his chest and cried out in pain, jokingly cursing An Cheng as a beast for hitting people.

At the very least, he confirmed that An Cheng hadn’t actually run into any trouble, and they parted ways at the stairwell.

When the trio returned to the dorm, Wang Qimeng was sitting at his desk reading a book. He had a damp towel draped over his head and was wearing loose cotton pajamas, clearly having already washed up.

Hearing the movement of the door, Wang Qimeng turned his head to look. “You guys are back.”

An Cheng nodded, while Bai Qing enthusiastically took over the conversation. “Yeah, we just finished playing basketball. We’re dying of heat.”

Wang Qimeng pushed up his glasses. “That’s good.”

He wasn’t very tall, probably just over 1.73 meters. He huddled alone at his desk reading, solitary in the soak of the lamplight.

Bai Qing naturally walked over to him. Since he was still covered in sweat, it wasn’t good to touch him, so he just stood nearby.

His tone was light. “Qimeng, join us next time. It’s more fun with more people, and it’s not as tiring to play.”

The words were out of his mouth before he realized this wasn’t something he could decide alone. He raised his voice to ask: “Cheng-ge, He-ge, what do you guys think?”

An Cheng was at the sink, cupping water to splash his face.

Icy droplets slid down from his forehead, passing over his handsome brow bone and tall bridge of his nose, finally dripping into the basin.

An Cheng’s ability to act the cool guy with such intimidation was largely due to his superior, aloof bone structure.

Hearing this, An Cheng said: “Okay.”

Chen He naturally said there was no problem either. Only after responding did he realize the reason Bai Qing didn’t call him “Chen-ge” was because of An Cheng, and he knitted his brows.

Wang Qimeng was stunned by the question. The corners of his mouth instinctively curled up, but he felt it was very unnatural, and his whole body tensed up.

His speech even stuttered a bit. “B… but I’m not very good at it.”

A cold voice came from the sink. “I’ll teach you.”

Now it wasn’t just Wang Qimeng; even Bai Qing and Chen He were somewhat surprised.

This was a decision An Cheng had made after careful thought.

Because of the mission, he would be with Bai Qing at all times. This kid Chen He would naturally stick to Bai Qing as well, which would leave Wang Qimeng isolated.

Just based on this afternoon, when Wang Qimeng talked back to Chen He on Bai Qing’s behalf, An Cheng would choose to give him a hand.

Chen He stood in front of his bed for a while. His toes tapped the ground, scuffing his expensive sneakers dozens of times before he finally made up his mind.

He walked up behind An Cheng. “An Cheng, I have something I want to say to you. Can you step out with me for a moment?”

An Cheng had the towel draped over his face; a somewhat muffled voice came through the fabric. “Say it right here.”

Chen He smiled. “It’s not very convenient.”

The towel slid from his face, falling into An Cheng’s hand. He turned his face to look at Chen He, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, his gaze questioning what the matter was.

His features were already exquisite and sharp; combined with this expression, he looked very fierce—a bone-chillingly cold kind of fierce.

Chen He had clearly met many powerful people, but he still felt a bit of trepidation in his heart right now.

“Just a quick chat, it’ll be over soon.”

An Cheng also intended to see what this kid wanted to say. “Fine.”

The two walked to the stairwell. An Cheng leaned half-heartedly against the railing, his shoulders slightly hunched.

The light in the stairwell was quite dim. The clamor from outside the dormitory sounded distant here; it was indeed a good place to talk.

“What do you want to say?”

Chen He wasn’t a coward either. He cut straight to the chase. “An Cheng, is there some kind of misunderstanding between us?”

“No.” An Cheng denied.

There wasn’t one. The bad impression was simply because the guy himself was truly annoying.

“Then is there anything you’re dissatisfied with about me? You can say it, and I’ll consider changing. We are roommates, after all; we have to get along for four years.”

An Cheng was silent for a moment. “Sorry, I’m homophobic.”

Chen He: “…”

“You can tell?”

In this circle, there is often a signal that can be felt between the same kind, but Chen He hadn’t felt any signal from An Cheng. On the contrary, An Cheng seemed very straight. But how could a species as brainless as a straight man discover he was gay?

An Cheng didn’t reply. The stairwell fell into silence again.

Chen He hadn’t actually intended to resolve a misunderstanding and make a friend.

“Since you’ve seen through it, then you should also have seen that I’m interested in Bai Qing. Can you stay away from Bai Qing in the future? Otherwise, I…”

An Cheng interrupted him. These words made him feel amused, and he almost failed to suppress his persona to let his true self out.

“You’re not even dating and you’re already starting to control him?”

Chen He flatly denied it. “Of course not. If you guys are always together, it’s hard for me to have an opportunity to pursue him alone.”

“That is your problem.”

“Sigh,” Chen He let out a sigh. “Then I only have one idea now. Can you switch beds with me? We can discuss everything else later.”

An Cheng’s bed was right next to Bai Qing’s. If Chen He switched over, who knows what kind of “worldview-shattering” things he would do.

While An Cheng was silently chanting in his heart that he couldn’t hit people, his cold face was about to refuse.

Suddenly, a phone rang.

Chen He already had his phone in his hand. Once it rang, he habitually flipped it over to look at the screen. Seeing the caller ID, his expression changed.

“Sorry, I have to take this call first.”

Having said that, without waiting for An Cheng to nod, he covered the phone and walked up the stairs, keeping his voice very low.

An Cheng had seen the name on it just now. He gave a cold laugh and actually stood there patiently waiting for Chen He to come back.

Chen He didn’t make An Cheng wait long. After just a minute, he hurried back down. “What do you think of my proposal just now?”

An Cheng, however, only left one sentence before pulling his legs to walk away.

“Tao Tao—is that a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”

After An Cheng left, Chen He remained in place, half of his face hidden in the shadows. The darkness masked the twisted rage on his face.

Returning to the dorm, Bai Qing was still taking a shower.

An Cheng pulled out his chair and sat down, opening his phone. WeChat showed a few unread messages. After clicking them, he found they were from the original owner’s younger brother.

Brother: “Brother, how are you doing at university? Do you miss your brother?”

Brother: “Look at the Ultraman I drew!”

Brother: [Ultraman.jpg]

Brother: “Brother, you have to come back for National Day. [Crying emoji]

Human cubs were truly cute. Even wrapped in a cold exterior, An Cheng replied with a couple of sentences.

Let Me Die: “Nice drawing.”

Let Me Die: “Mhm, I’ll be back.”

When the time came, if he wasn’t worried about Bai Qing, he would just bring the guy back with him. It wasn’t unheard of for classmates to visit each other’s homes.

In that short time, Bai Qing walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a shroud of steam.

Having just been soaked in water, Bai Qing’s skin was dazzlingly white, and his small face was flushed from the heat.

Beneath his shorts, his two legs were straight and lean, wrapped in a layer of just-right muscle, the lines smooth and beautiful.

An Cheng couldn’t help but move his gaze from his phone to Bai Qing to steal a few more looks.

No wonder he could be the total shou of an NP novel, his appearance was indeed monstrously beautiful.

Chen He happened to push the door open and return. His gaze landed on Bai Qing, and he revealed a smile. “You’re finished washing up?”

Bai Qing nodded. “Mhm.”

An Cheng didn’t look any more. He took his change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

The next morning, at a time when even the dogs weren’t awake and the birds hadn’t gotten up, the speakers all over the school suddenly blasted the “March of the People’s Liberation Army.”

An Cheng instinctively frowned, his fingers scrabbling around on the bed for a while, but he couldn’t find his phone. Unable to see the time, he momentarily fell into a dilemma of whether or not to get out of bed.

He was truly in pain. He had undergone military training once before he died, and later had ten quick-wear worlds, all of which included military training.

Military training—such a painful thing—he had experienced it about a dozen times in total, and yet he had to do it once more.

Even in his half-asleep state, his brow was knitted into a knot.

A light laugh suddenly came from above, a clear voice was not far away.

“Cheng-ge is having a nightmare. His face is wrinkled like a steamed bun.”

Immediately, alarm bells rang in his mind. OOC warning: A cool guy is not allowed to have a face wrinkled like a steamed bun!

An Cheng snapped awake. He met the eyes of Bai Qing, who was above his head, and frowned slightly. With an elegant posture, he greeted in a magnetic, pleasant voice: “Morning.”

Bai Qing suddenly burst into laughter. Fearing he would trigger the waking-up rage of the other two roommates, he covered his mouth, laughing until his stomach hurt.

He seemed to have discovered some unknown side of Cheng-ge.

An Cheng: “…”

“System, is my persona still intact?”

The kitten wiped away sweat. “Host, pay a bit more attention later, and it can still be barely maintained.”

Thus, An Cheng got out of bed looking exceptionally aloof and very much the “cool guy.” After washing up, he maintained this persona all the way to the playground.

This time, Chen He didn’t go with them, he had gone out early. Instead, it was Wang Qimeng who walked with them.

Wang Qimeng felt that An Cheng was in a bad mood today and didn’t dare to speak much, remaining somewhat silent the whole way.

All four people from the dorm were in the same square formation.

There weren’t many boys at Finance University, so for freshman military training, they simply pulled the boys out separately to form several formations.

As a result, the formation An Cheng was in was entirely composed of boys. This was very unfriendly for An Cheng; he had to use his eagle-like eyes at all times to notice if anyone showed a “secular desire” toward Bai Qing.

The instructor leading this squad was late. He walked a few steps to the front of the formation and stood still, then ordered everyone to line up according to height first.

Boys all care about face; no one was willing to admit they were short. Everyone liked to stand in the back. But since their hard strength was laid out right there, they were still dragged to the front by the instructor.

The instructor had been assigned to the boys’ formation and was already in a bad mood. Encountering these thick-skinned boys who tried to stand in the back only added to the frustration in his heart.

He grabbed Chen He’s clothes with one hand and pulled him forward.

“Stand at the front. You’re not even 1.8 meters, what are you doing in the last row?”

A burst of laughter erupted from the formation. Chen He’s face turned red with anger, and his usual smile nearly failed to hold.

An Cheng was also mocking him in his heart, but in the next second, the instructor looked at Bai Qing and smiled. “This lad looks good, and he’s tall too. He’s the visual representative of our squad.”

An Cheng couldn’t laugh anymore.

The plot flashed rapidly through his mind.

In the novel, the instructor’s wicked heart rose the moment he saw Bai Qing. Unfortunately, he never found an opportunity during the military training period.

Luckily, the squad didn’t really care about adding male students as friends—they only monitored adding female students—so he found an excuse and successfully added Bai Qing as a friend.

About one semester after military training ended, he asked Bai Qing out and, with the help of his friends in the squad, became one of the original protagonist shou’s countless men.

The instructor looked at Bai Qing, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

His previous perspective had been too narrow, men weren’t out of the question either.

An Cheng looked at the instructor. He saw a man barely 1.75 meters with a “50-50” body ratio, a coarse square face, and sallow skin that looked like it was covered in a layer of putty.

Standing next to Bai Qing, he formed a stark contrast.

An Cheng gave a cold laugh in his heart. What a shameless, stinking toad.