Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

"Student, may I ask if this is..."

The classroom was dark and crowded with people.

"Hush—keep your voice down! Didn't you see that the two people above are doing the questions!"

The girl who had just entered the classroom turned around and found two people standing on the podium. The blackboard was divided into two sides, and all kinds of chemical formulas had been written on them.

Her eyes fell from the small boy on the left to the right, just in time to see the moment when the boy on the right broke the chalk and turned around to pick up the pen again from the podium.

The boy is tall with broad shoulders, straight nose, downcast eyes, sharp brows, but the corners of his mouth are carelessly curved.

She looked quite at ease, saying that she was doing a problem, but it was more like walking in a show.

"Student! Can you sit down? You're blocking me." The girl was poked by the person behind, and the crowd behind them also showed dissatisfaction.

She woke up from a big dream, and quickly reached out and pulled the chair away to sit down: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

At this moment, a clear male voice came from the left side of the podium: "I'm done."

Following these words, the classroom, which could still hear needles dropping just now, became agitated.

"So fast?!"

"How is it possible? Who is he? It's a nonsense..."

"I also think that there must be a mistake in writing, An Mingyu hasn't finished writing yet."

"That..." The girl just now couldn't help but ask the classmate next to her, "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

It was a boy who was asked by her, but his attitude was still very good, but he spoke very fast: "Competition, are you from the School of Chemistry? Our school will have this competition every time the school starts, don't you know?"

"I, I'm a freshman."

The boy suddenly realized: "Oh! No wonder, those two on the stage are also freshmen. This competition is for freshmen. Several professors of chemical medicine in our school jointly set the questions. There was a preaching board at the entrance of the auditorium before. You guessed it? Didn’t notice. Originally there were more than 60 people participating, but now it’s the last round, wait for the one on the right to finish writing, and then listen to Teacher Zhou’s announcement of the result.”

"Wow, so powerful? Who are those two on stage?"

"The one on the left..." The boy elbowed him on the back seat, "What's the name of the one on the left?"

"Cheng Yue, it seems."

"The one on the left is called Cheng Yue, and I don't know the exact background." He said to the girl, "You don't know the one on the right, do you? An Mingyu, we are a legend in City B!"

The girl's eyes widened: "Ah! He is An Mingyu!"

"Don't, don't, sister, don't get excited."

"Oh my god...it's that one! The one who has won two Olympic gold medals in a row!" The girl said incoherently.

"Yes, yes, it's him, please keep your voice down, the teacher is going to tell you the result." The boy was a little helpless.

The people around are not surprised by this.

An Mingyu is so amazing, he seems to have been passed down as a god in the circle of City B, with two gold medals added to his body, he was signed by W University in his first year of high school, and he is so superior that people are even jealous Such a person is always the protagonist of the topic almost wherever he goes.

A little bit better will make people want to compare, but if he is so strong, everyone can only look up to him.

Cheng Yue put down the piece of chalk left, patted the white ash on his hands, took a few steps back, and glanced at his problem-solving process from beginning to end.

No problem, it's perfect.

Mr. Zhou, who was the referee at the scene, hadn't announced the end yet. He looked up at the big clock on the wall.

There is plenty of time left.

Cheng Yue was a little tired after standing for a long time. He leaned on the podium and turned his head to look at his competitors.

His opponent's back is very wide, much taller than him, and he is in a half-recumbent posture, and he can barely see the opponent's fast-moving arm and a little exposed movement.

With just a glance, Cheng Yue understood that this person had the right idea to solve the problem, but the method was not as simple as his, and the steps were a little slower.

"Patta." Before he could look at it carefully, the boy dropped the chalk, turned to Teacher Zhou and said, "I've finished writing too."

"Well, very good." Teacher Zhou is obviously very satisfied with the quality of this batch of students, and the smile on his face is exaggerated, "Let's take a look at the answer of the first student, Cheng Yue!"

As Teacher Zhou's laser pointer smoothly passed Cheng Yue's answer line by line, the discussion in the classroom became louder and louder.

"It seems to be true..."

"I rely on it, right?"

"This idea is so fucking awesome, I have to photograph it."

"What kind of shooting? Maybe An Mingyu's answer is even better?"

After reading all of them, Teacher Zhou was surprised, and turned to Cheng Yue: "It's absolutely correct! Congratulations to Cheng Yue, you are the champion of our first competition in school! Congratulations!"

No one applauded.

After a full five seconds, applause rang in Cheng Yue's ears.

The applause came from his opponent. Sensing his gaze, the opponent leaned a little closer: "It's amazing, how did you come up with this idea? Can you tell me about it?"

Others also applauded one after another, and the classroom followed An Mingyu's applause with dignity for a while.

Teacher Zhou continued to draw everyone's attention to the blackboard on the right: "Although the results are out, let's take a look at An Mingyu's answer."

Just as Cheng Yue was about to answer him, he frowned when he heard the name, stood up straight and raised his head: "Your name is An Mingyu?"

An Mingyu smiled and said, "Yes."

Cheng Yue: "Do you live in 702?"

An Mingyu: "Yes, what about you?"

Cheng Yue didn't answer, and when he stood up, the distance between the two of them became very close, and his forehead accidentally touched the other's chin.

Both of them were taken aback.

Cheng Yue's body was a little stiff, and when he raised his eyes, he met An Mingyu's eyes looking at him from top to bottom, which was still a little deep under the light above the podium.

He turned his head quickly, and moved a little further away from An Mingyu.

"The third last step, how did you come up with that chemical formula?" An Mingyu asked again.

Cheng Yue still ignored him, took the certificate handed to him by Teacher Zhou, squeezed past him, and ran away quickly with his head down.

"Who is this person?" An Mingyu's friend Guo Yuxiang saw the situation here, stepped up to the podium and embraced him, "So stinky? Isn't it just luck that you got a longer piece of chalk? You If you don’t change the pen halfway, you will definitely write faster than him!”

An Mingyu didn't expect him to run so fast like hiding from a plague god. She pulled the paper on the podium to wipe off the chalk dust on her hands, and raised her eyebrows: "He does have something, and he has the capital to be proud of."

"Don't worry, we Anshen, why haven't you seen it before? Just that kid, as thin as a cat, he can't see enough!"

"Guo Yuxiang, don't be silly, okay? This person's writing steps are really good." Another classmate heard his loud voice and hated him.

Guo Yuxiang rolled his eyes: "You can be so crazy if you are so good? Didn't Anshen treat our brothers to dinner when he came back with the gold medal? He didn't say that people like him don't bother to answer a question."

"That's true." The classmate stopped talking.

An Mingyu thought of the boy's small fan-like eyelashes just now, paused with the hand holding the tissue, and cleared her throat.

After registering the results of the competition, Teacher Zhou came over and patted him on the shoulder: "An Mingyu, don't be discouraged, it's just a small competition, and there are still many opportunities in the future."

"Teacher, he is not discouraged, he is anxious to go to the Internet cafe with us, isn't he, An Mingyu?" Guo Yuxiang leaned over and winked.

An Mingyu pushed his head aside, with a polite and distanced smile on his lips: "Thank you teacher, I will work hard."

"Okay, okay, go play, college, stop studying hard like high school, experience life more! Don't play for too long, pay attention to protecting your eyes, look at you kid, the lenses are bulletproof .” Teacher Zhou smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

Guo Yuxiang pursed his mouth: "That's right, how can you compare with our handsome Anda guy? Let's go, brother, go to PUBG, take me to eat chicken!"

On the first day of school, because everyone is still in the adaptation period, only a military theory class is arranged in the evening.

The classrooms are full of people who just got rid of the college entrance examination and let themselves go for a summer vacation. They have no interest in such non-professional courses.

The entire classroom looks like a middle-aged bald head from above, and the left, right and middle back rows are full.

The front row, especially the row in the middle near the teacher's desk and the blackboard, counting from the fifth row forward, is empty.

A second before the class bell rang, Cheng Yue hurried over from outside the classroom. Seeing the scene inside, he froze for a moment, then sat down in the first row in the middle with his schoolbag in his arms.

The lecturer was a professor in military uniform. He was very old and spoke with a strong accent. After listening to it for a while, the students in the classroom bowed their heads and began to use their mobile phones.

Cheng Yue took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag, wrote the name of the course on the cover according to his own habit, and opened a new side.

After the first class was over, the professor suddenly called out to the students who were about to leave the classroom to let the wind go: "Wait a minute, I have one thing to say."

He walked down from the podium, lowered his head and said to Cheng Yue: "Student, lend me your notebook."

Before Cheng Yue understood what was going on, the notebook in his hand was pulled out.

"I know that many students in this class are not interested." The professor held up his notebook and said, "So when I found out that some students were willing to take a note for me, I was very touched."

He turned sideways and asked, "What's your name?"

"Cheng Yue." Cheng Yue didn't raise his head, he frowned imperceptibly, and said softly.

"Which class?"

"Second class of chemical medicine."

The professor patted him with satisfaction, and then said to the others: "This student Cheng Yue from the second class of chemical medicine is all for his serious and hardworking attitude. I believe that his future achievements will definitely not be low. A classmate like this I would like to thank." I feel that he should be encouraged, and I will give him some extra points. Of course, if some of you also took notes and showed them to me, I will also give you extra points, and I will treat them equally."

"Okay, that's all, let's take a rest first."

He went back to the podium and sat down, and there was an immediate uproar in the classroom.

"No, fuck me? Someone really took a notebook to take notes for this kind of class?" Guo Yuxiang yelled at An Mingyu with a distorted expression.

Someone on the right said, "Tsk, I just wanted to lick the teacher, and I deliberately sat in the middle of the first row, lest the old man wouldn't see him taking notes. No, it's an extra point, it's awesome for him."

"It's useless to add points to this rubbish class."

"I'm dizzy, what do you remember about this class? Copy that PPT again? Why don't you just take a picture of this thing? Are you sick?"

"That's right, who still uses paper and pens to take notes now? It's 0202." Someone in front said and took out an ipad and an electronic pen from his bag.

Guo Yuxiang clicked his tongue, leaned closer to An Mingyu's ear and whispered, "An Mingyu, I heard something today, and it's related to this person."

An Mingyu looked away from the chemistry problem on the phone screen, and turned her head slightly: "?"

Guo Yuxiang's expression was mysterious and excited: "You will never guess what I heard. Didn't I go out to eat at noon? The person sitting at the table next to me seems to be a classmate from the school next door. They are discussing Cheng Yue. , I heard, good guy, isn't this the one who slapped you in the morning?"

"In the end, they actually said that Cheng Yue is gay!"

"He was promiscuous in high school, clubbing every day and messing around outside."

An Mingyu's eyes finally fluctuated a little. He looked at the front row, where Cheng Yue's figure stood out among the empty seats.

The level difference in the lecture theater is obvious. From this angle, he can clearly see the other party's thin and fair neck and arms on the table.

The waist also seemed to be very slender, and the whole person was caged in a white T, looking empty.

"Hey, I don't know which unlucky ghost will share the same dormitory with him. This kind of person, tsk tsk." Guo Yuxiang retreated to his seat, shook his head and took out his mobile phone to watch the live broadcast.

An Mingyu withdrew her gaze, and said calmly, "Oh, really, that's really unlucky."