Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Cheng Yue followed the male personal trainer to a transparent room.

"This one says you want to step on it with bare feet, classmate, take off your shoes and socks." The male private trainer turned on the body fat scale and said to him.

The scene he saw just now was still spinning in his mind, and Cheng Yue was a little absent-minded.

He stood for a while before realizing what the other party was saying to him.

"Can it be unexpected?"

"Ah?" The male personal trainer was stunned, "This is free, classmate, let's take a test to know your health status."

When the other party said this, he didn't refuse any more, took off his socks and stuffed them into his shoes.

There was a metal sensor patch on the scale, Cheng Yue stepped on it, and his whole foot shrank from the ice.

"Student, hold the handles on both sides." The private teacher said.

He did.

While waiting for the result, Cheng Yue turned his head and glanced outside the door.

He hasn't been back for so long, and An Mingyu hasn't found him yet.

It is estimated that he is still chatting happily with that girl.

The male personal trainer tapped the screen a few times: "Okay, come down."

Cheng Yue became a little anxious: "Can I go?"

"Ah... just wait for a while, the result hasn't come out yet, it's being printed."

Cheng Yue glanced at the print strip that looked like a turtle.

"I'll come back later to get the results." He dropped the words, put the socks on his feet in a hurry, stepped into his shoes, and pushed the door to go out.

"Ow..."

As soon as he went out, Cheng Yuelen bumped into the people outside the door, tripped under his feet, and his right shoe flew out and rolled to the edge of the aisle.

He looked up.

An Mingyu supported him, glanced down at his feet, and raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing? Aren't you going to the bathroom?"

"..." Cheng Yue stood on one foot, embarrassed, "I..."

Immediately, he thought that if An Mingyu hadn't been talking to that girl, he wouldn't have been dragged in by this personal trainer to measure his body fat.

Cheng Yue was blunt and angry: "It's nothing, my shoe fell off, let me go."

"Stand firm." An Mingyu grabbed his hand and pressed it against the door frame.

Cheng Yue watched as he bent down to bring back his sneakers, and then squatted down in front of him.

Realizing what he was going to do, Cheng Yue unconsciously retracted his bare foot behind the other leg and curled up.

An Mingyu raised her head: "Want to practice golden rooster independence?"

Cheng Yue: "..."

Cheng Yue bent down: "I wear it myself."

An Mingyu moved her shoes back to avoid his hands: "Stand out your feet."

There are members from other gyms passing by.

Cheng Yue inexplicably felt that they were all watching this side.

He had no choice but to stretch out his feet.

Ankles are held.

The slightly rough fingertips grazed the delicate skin on the inside of his ankle.

Cheng Yue shuddered imperceptibly.

When he came back to his senses, the shoes had already been put on.

An Mingyu tied a standard bow for him, and tugged at both ends of the shoelace: "Is it tight?"

Cheng Yue shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

The male private trainer came out and was stunned for a moment when he saw the situation at the door.

Boys tie shoelaces for boys?

It seems uncommon.

But nothing seems wrong?

Unable to tell what was so strange, he scratched his head: "Well, classmate, your test results are out."

An Mingyu stood up, Cheng Yue's eyes were still on his fingers.

The other party followed his gaze and looked at his fingers, and said with a smile, "I just touched my ankle, don't be stingy."

"..."

It's okay if he didn't say anything, but when he said it, the place where he touched his ankle became even hotter.

At this time, the girl with a ball head pushed the door and came over: "Hey, you measured his body fat for him, just right, give it to me."

Seeing that it was her, Cheng Yue pursed his lips unhappily.

"Ah?" The male personal trainer looked them up and down a few times, "Is this your client?"

"Correct."

customer?

The female private trainer asked An Mingyu, "Have you discussed it?"

An Mingyu turned her head to look at Cheng Yue: "I plan to enroll you in a fitness class, let you practice pull-ups and running, and I want to discuss it with you."

Cheng Yue was stunned for a moment: "Then she is?"

"She is the personal trainer I chose for you." An Mingyu leaned into his ear, "I don't want a male trainer to teach you."

So you were discussing class with her just now?

Only then did Cheng Yue understand, and he blushed: "...Oh."

He was still embarrassed, An Mingyu had already turned to talk to the female personal trainer: "Take a look at his body data, do you have any suggestions on diet?"

"Hmm...the data are too low, too thin, and the metabolism is slow, do you usually not like to exercise?" asked the female personal trainer.

Cheng Yue whispered: "I ride a bike every day..."

An Mingyu laughed.

Cheng Yue stopped talking.

An Mingyu glanced at him with a smile: "I ride a bicycle for less than half an hour every day, and then basically just sit in front of the classroom and desk all day."

Cheng Yue: "..."

The female personal trainer smiled: "Haha, you love reading, it's okay, you don't need to control your diet for a while after you get more exercise, he's too thin, let's put on some weight first."

An Mingyu nodded: "Well, it should be taken care of well, the waist is so thin that you can hold it in your hand."

Cheng Yue felt a pain in his waist.

After the female private teacher left, Cheng Yue blushed and poked An Mingyu belatedly.

"Don't keep talking nonsense..."

An Mingyu raised the corner of her mouth: "Why am I talking nonsense?"

He approached: "Is your waist thin? Then let me measure it."

As he said that, he reached out his hand.

Cheng Yue glared at him.

An Mingyu couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, I won't talk nonsense, and I will listen to Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Yue tried to reason with him: "There are people here, they will be heard."

"Oh, so I can say whatever I want when there is no one around?"

"……"never mind.

Back in the gym, Cheng Yue followed him and practiced another two sets of pull-ups, but they couldn't do the follow-up exercises, so the two went back to the locker room to pick up their backpacks.

An Mingyu opened the cabinet, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Why were you unhappy just now?"

Cheng Yue: "?"

After a few seconds, he realized what the other party was saying, turned his face away: "No."

An Mingyu pressed one hand on the cabinet in front of him, forcing him to look at her: "No?"

He smiled: "I just came out of the room, and I can see that my mouth is so pouted that I can hang a coat hanger."

"..."

All this can be seen by him.

I thought that no one would find out for just that moment.

Cheng Yue pretended to organize his backpack: "You read it wrong."

There was a moment of silence in the locker room.

An Mingyu still didn't leave.

He lowered his voice slightly: "Where are you unhappy, tell me, okay?"

"Say it."

Cheng Yue's fingers trembled.

"Why do you always..." He turned his head, and An Mingyu looked at him quietly.

In the end, Cheng Yue was defeated. He touched his ears and pursed his lips: "I told you, you are not allowed to laugh at me."

An Mingyu was taken aback.

Hearing this and seeing him like this, before Cheng Yue could speak, he had already started laughing.

"Then I won't say anything!" Cheng Yue became furious.

An Mingyu tensed her expression and cleared her throat: "Tell me, I won't laugh anymore."

Cheng Yue was shy for a while, and then whispered: "I just... came back from the toilet and saw you talking to that female personal trainer."

"You two stand very close, and you still smile at her."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and in the end, he felt ashamed.

After waiting for a long time, no one around responded. Cheng Yue turned his head and met An Mingyu's gaze.

Cheng Yue swallowed subconsciously.

"What does this mean? Teacher Cheng." He asked.

"You see me smiling at others, so you are unhappy?" An Mingyu's voice was very soft.

"Don't like me smiling at other people?"

"Only for me to smile at you?"

An Mingyu seemed very happy: "Mr. Cheng, you are so overbearing."

Cheng Yue: "..."

This sentence was said very slowly, it was a reproach, but it gave him a sense of being coquettish and joyful.

Cheng Yue raised his eyes, An Mingyu's eyes reflected the light outside, very bright.

Those pale amber pupils seemed to ignite his heart.

But An Mingyu didn't intend to let him go, he bent down, pressed Cheng Yue's shoulder, and asked him, "Do you like me a little bit?"

Cheng Yue's heart beat like a drum.

An Mingyu's usually sharp eyebrows and eyes are extremely gentle at this moment.

"I...I don't know..." He felt that his brain was out of control, his heart was out of control, and his five senses were magnified countless times at this moment.

He smelled the breath of An Mingyu again.

The person in front of him was so close, Cheng Yue suddenly had an impulse.

crazy.

The next second, An Mingyu smiled.

"It's okay, I promise to give you time to think about it, take your time."

Cheng Yue heaved a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had jumped into his throat, slowly fell back down.

"Can you give me some sweetness first?" An Mingyu suddenly asked again.

Cheng Yue was stunned: "What?"

He bent his eyes: "I will not smile at others in the future, but only at you."

"Mr. Cheng, can you reward me for being so obedient?"

The enthusiasm that had just subsided came back, and Cheng Yue's brain began to go numb: "What reward do you... want?"

An Mingyu looked down from his face and stopped at his waist.

"Measure me if you can really hold it with one hand."

Cheng Yue tugged at his cuff, but didn't respond.

"Okay?" An Mingyu coaxed him in a low voice, "I won't touch you through my clothes."

Cheng Yue still didn't answer.

If the temperature was lower, he was afraid that heat would come out from the top of his head.

"Forget it." Afraid of teasing people hard, An Mingyu stood up, closed the cabinet door and carried her bag, "Let's go, go to dinner."

As soon as he turned around, the hem of his clothes was suddenly pulled.

An Mingyu turned her head.

"..." Cheng Yue was ashamed to speak.

After a long time, he stretched his arms slightly upwards, burying his head and not daring to look at the other person: "You, you measure."

An Mingyu's heart seemed to be scratched.

He took a few steps back and lowered his eyes: "So good?"

Cheng Yue couldn't bear him to tease him any more, and lowered his arms: "You don't need to measure it..."

Suddenly, the waist was covered with warmth.

Very light, a little itchy.

Cheng Yue's lower abdomen flinched.

Through the thin fabric, the temperature of An Mingyu's palm was extremely hot, as if a fire had been ignited on him, and the fire burned all the way to the bottom of his heart.

The heat slowly spread around the waist, and time seemed to slow down, only the parts touched by him and the heart were still feeling.

"Hmph..." Cheng Yue trembled when he was touched somewhere on his waist.

An Mingyu's hand stopped.

Realizing that the sound he made was too strange, Cheng Yue wanted to cover it up: "Itch..."

It's dying.

An Mingyu's throat rolled.

After a few seconds, he let go of Cheng Yue.

Only then did Cheng Yue realize that he had been holding his breath just now.

"Teacher Cheng."

"What, what?"

An Mingyu's jaw moved inconspicuously: "I was wrong, this is not a reward."

Cheng Yue blinked.

"It's torture."

"..."

After thinking about it several times, he realized what the other party meant.

Cheng Yue's ears became hotter, but his heart seemed to be filled with honey.

Torture is also your own fault.He tilted his lips and thought.

When the two walked out of the locker room, it was already time for get out of class to end, and many gym members came to meet them.

An Mingyu was worried that he would be hit, so she stretched out her arms to protect Cheng Yue in front of her.

A boy glanced at the two of them from the corner of his eye, was stunned, and took a few steps back.

He reconfirmed the sign hanging above his head.

The boy scratched his hair: "... Strange, does this gym have a sauna?"