Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Cheng Yue didn't have the heart to eat at all, so he quickly took a few bites and put the rest in a packing box. Just at the entrance of the cafeteria, there was a puppy circling by the trash can. He put the leftovers there and ran back to the dormitory.

I didn't see An Mingyu along the way, nor did I see his sister or the other boy.

What if they don't go back to the dormitory?

What if An Mingyu agrees to that boy?

Countless thoughts cluttered his mind.

After rushing out of the elevator, Cheng Yue pushed the door open and entered the bedroom.

Only Yang Kaimiao was inside.

His heart sank hard.

Then, Cheng Yue heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

"...An Mingyu, are you taking a bath?" He asked.

Yang Kaimiao turned around: "Ah, yes, I just went in, you may have to wait a while to wash."

"Oh, I'll just ask."

Cheng Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat on the chair for a while, but still felt awkward, stood up again, pretending to be casually walking towards An Mingyu's desk, his eyes darting back and forth on it.

It seems that I didn't see the gift box just now.

An Mingyu's desk is very neat, only two computers and three books requested by the professor.

He saw the cake sculpture on the shelf on the right, and beside it was the scar removal ointment he gave.

Two things alone take up an entire shelf.

Cheng Yue's heart seemed to be soothed by something.

Seeing him standing there for a while, Yang Kaimiao asked, "Are you looking for something?"

Cheng Yue woke up with a start: "No...no, I ate too much at night, so I want to stand for a while."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to borrow something from An Mingyu."

Just after An Mingyu took a shower, she opened the door and came out: "What do you borrow?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Yue shook his head guiltily.

Yang Kaimiao grinned: "It's okay, he said he wanted to stand for a while after eating too much, I misunderstood."

An Mingyu's eyes fell on Cheng Yue and turned around. He said "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the hair dryer and went to dry his hair.

The blowing of the hair dryer drowned out all the surrounding sounds.

Cheng Yue looked at his back, pursed his lips, and decided not to ask.

He doesn't seem to have any position on who An Mingyu accepts as gifts, or whether he accepts other people's confessions.

I didn't see the gift box, so I should have rejected it.

After standing for a few more minutes, he climbed onto the bed, planning to wait for the other party to finish blowing his hair before going to wash and sleep.

By the sink, An Mingyu was standing, drying her hair with one hand, and typing for her sister with one hand.

【An Mingxin: I was wrong, brother, don't be angry QAQ】

【An Mingyu: I thought you were so old that you didn't need others to teach you how to make friends. 】

【An Mingxin: QAQ】

[An Mingxin: He begged me for several days. I saw that he is so obedient and sweet-talking. Who knew...]

【An Mingxin: And what he told me at the beginning was that he just wanted to come and see University B, saying that this was his dream in high school, but the failure of the college entrance examination did not give him a chance. 】

[An Mingyu:? 】

[An Mingxin: Okay, I was wrong, I have already blocked him! [picture]】

[An Mingxin: Anyway, my sister-in-law didn't see it, so it's okay, brother, don't be nervous! 】

An Mingyu's typing hands paused, and she glanced back at Cheng Yue, who had already shrunk himself under the quilt again.

【An Mingyu: He doesn't talk to me very much recently. 】

[An Mingxin:? ?Didn't you make him angry? 】

【An Mingyu: No. 】

[An Mingyu: Don't call him indiscriminately. 】

[An Mingxin:?Why do you call your boyfriend sister-in-law? 】

[An Mingyu: I haven't agreed yet. 】

[An Mingxin:? ? ? ? 】

[An Mingxin: Haven't caught up yet? ? 】

【An Mingxin: There's no progress from before to now, right? 】

Being poked at the sore spot, An Mingyu stopped holding the hair dryer for a long time. He felt his scalp burn, so he turned off the hair dryer.

[An Mingyu: I don't know.Said that there is something to think clearly, do not tell me. 】

【An Mingxin: ...】

[An Mingxin: Is this the fun of chasing each other between young lovers? 】

[An Mingyu: . 】

Why is he talking about this to a kid who has never been in a relationship?

Pulling the corner of her lips, An Mingyu sent a good night emoji, ending the topic.

Saturday.

There are too many physical test items, and I am afraid that the students will not be able to take it all at once. The college decided to take two days to test 1000 meters and pull-ups.

Freshmen and sophomores were lined up together, and the playground in the East District was bustling like never before.

Zhang Tingting found a shade and sat down with her friends.

"Tingting, why don't you take the test together today." The roommate looked at her worriedly, "It feels like you've been listless since you came back last night."

"No." Zhang Tingting smiled a bit reluctantly, "Maybe my period is coming soon, I want to go back and rest early."

"That's right, the morning test and the evening test are all tests." The roommate sighed.

Zhang Tingting propped her chin. There were still three or four classes waiting in front of her. She took out her mobile phone from her handbag to watch short videos.

"Is that post updated today?"

"Maybe not."

"Hey, looking through these old candies all day is not enough for me. I was thinking about seeing if there is a Shura field."

"Hahahahaha, but I think the other boy is not as handsome as An Mingyu at all, so there is no comparison at all."

"makes sense."

"Are you also knocking on the pair from our school?"

"Fuck? Found the organization?!"

"Hahaha, sisters recognize each other, come, come, add a friend to crack candy together."

"An Mingyu is really good at pampering! I heard from the owner of this photo that Cheng Yue put on all the clothes on his body."

"This dress is obviously too big, boyfriend jacket? I feel like I can do it again."

"I also like this one the most. The way he looks at Cheng Yue, wow, why am I blushing even though they are looking at each other..."

"To be honest, they are too similar. Every day I am immersed in the entanglement of hoping that they are real and worrying that they are real."

"Me too!"

"However, I heard that Cheng Yue seems to be the same guy. I used to have his melon."

"What melon?"

The more Zhang Tingting listened, the more she felt something was wrong, she raised her head and glanced at the girls standing under the tree.

The ball-headed girl who was still beaming and talking just now met her eyes, frowned, turned her head and went on to share with her friend next to him what happened in the bar for a while.

"Ah... But he looks so obedient, he doesn't look like someone who would go out and play around at all."

"I don't know. In the latest photo, he just went to the bar."

"It's a pity that the scene where An Mingyu rushed to catch him back was not staged, otherwise it would be exciting."

These topics were not what she liked to hear, Zhang Tingting stood up with her bag on her back.

But this is the only place where the shade of the tree has a place, and she really didn't want to bask in the sun, so after struggling for a while, she turned her back and moved to the distance.

She actually saw An Mingyu yesterday.

At first, she was attracted by the appearance of another girl next to An Mingyu.

It was only later that she realized something was wrong.

It was the boy next to An Mingyu who confessed to An Mingyu and gave the gift.

Then she saw Cheng Yue who had finished eating.

She thought Cheng Yue would greet her, but who knew that he didn't notice her at all, and stared in An Mingyu's direction from the beginning to the end, standing there for a few minutes.

Cheng Yue looked at An Mingyu with strange eyes.

She couldn't tell what was wrong, but it seemed... In her opinion, these two people shouldn't have such emotions.

It seems to be...jealous!

Zhang Tingting suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Correct.

If you apply the posts mentioned by those girls in the chat just now, the look in Cheng Yue's eyes can make sense.

It is completely the dissatisfaction and resistance of the person I like being coveted by others.

Zhang Tingting figured this out, her heart beating fast.

Later, she tentatively asked, and after hearing what she said, Cheng Yue interrupted her unhappy and left.

That was the first time Cheng Yue showed such emotions in front of her, irritable, disliked, even disgusted.

"Hey, hey, look, look, is that the two of them!"

The girl in front started again.

Zhang Tingting looked in the direction pointed by the other party.

There were many boys standing near the pull-up horizontal bar, and she could recognize the tall man who was preparing for the test at a glance.

That was An Mingyu.

Standing behind An Mingyu was Cheng Yue, holding two backpacks in his hands.

"Wow... this arm, this figure, tsk tsk tsk."

"It's so strong. He must be in the gym. Generally, boys can do more than a dozen pull-ups. This is almost twenty."

Zhang Tingting squeezed her handbag tightly, her eyes were fixed on the undulating figure at the horizontal bar.

"25, 26, 27!"

"27! I'll go..."

"27 what level?"

"I don't know, anyway, it's awesome, it seems that twenty is a perfect score."

"Ouch, it's getting closer, haha."

"Isn't this very psychologically stressful, and so is An Mingyu, Cheng Yue should be allowed to do it first."

"Don't underestimate him, he might be very powerful."

Zhang Tingting pursed her lips.

She knows how bad Cheng Yue's sports are.

It's good to be able to do one.

"WOW!"

"This this this..."

"You can't be judged by appearances. Sure enough, the CPs I knocked on are all well-matched. Even the speed of doing a pull-up is so consistent."

Not far away, Cheng Yueqing, who had already undergone devil training in the gym for more than half a month, did a dozen pull-ups with ease, and his numbers were improving towards full marks.

Zhang Tingting was surprised.

How can it be?

When he was in high school, he would be out of breath even after running 50 meters, and his face was as white as a ghost...

"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"

"Full score!"

"Grass, why are we so excited when they get full marks?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"It's okay, it's okay, not as much as An Mingyu, but it's still very good. Look at those boys behind, their jaws are about to drop, I laughed so hard."

"It's really strong. My ex-boyfriend made twelve and it was like dying."

"I guess I can't do any of them."

"Ouch, oh, it's sugar, it's sugar!"

Zhang Tingting pulled away from her thoughts, and then looked over to Cheng Yue.

The person who was doing pull-ups easily just now looks like he is about to fall, but the horizontal bar is relatively high for Cheng Yue. So easy.

An Mingyu opened her arms and smiled brightly, as if she was saying something to him.

Then, Cheng Yue let go of his hand and fell into An Mingyu's arms. He caught him firmly and put him on the ground.

"Ahhhh-"

"Keep your voice down! You're exaggerating!"

"I took a picture!"

Zhang Tingting pursed her lips, took out her phone and sent Cheng Yue a message.

She typed very fast, as if eager to prove something.

[Zhang Tingting: Xiaoyue, are you at the playground in the East District? QAQ]

[Zhang Tingting: I'm about to run 800 meters, so nervous. 】

[Zhang Tingting: Can you help me get my bag?I can be more confident with you. [Expectation.jpg]]

Cheng Yue's heartbeat hasn't eased yet. He usually does seventeen or eight at most. Today, facing An Mingyu's gaze, and thinking of the boy who gave him a gift a few days ago, he seemed to have been beaten up, and he did it quickly and quickly. fierce.

Now relax, I just feel that the arm muscles are going to be tangled up.

The phone in his pants vibrated several times.

The bags of the two of them had already been carried on his back by An Mingyu, and Cheng Yue took out his phone to take a look when his hands were free.

Cheng Yue's eyes were fixed on the message from Zhang Tingting.

"What's wrong?" An Mingyu, who was walking in front, turned around and asked.

"It's nothing, an advertising text message." He quickly finished typing and put the phone back in his pocket.

After doing all this, Cheng Yue realized that something was wrong.

If you like An Mingyu only if you like boys, then...

Zhang Tingting is not a boy, he used to have throbbing too, in the past, he would definitely agree to accompany the other party without hesitation.

But now, he doesn't have any other thoughts about Zhang Tingting and other girls.

He would even subconsciously want to avoid it.

What's going on here?

The answer seemed to be right in front of him, Cheng Yue stopped in his tracks.

An Mingyu turned her head to look at him, and raised her eyebrows: "Why is your face so red? Is it hot?"

"..." Cheng Yue said in a low voice, "The sun is too big."

"Is your arm sore? Let me stretch it for you?" An Mingyu stood behind him.

Before Cheng Yue could react, his wrist was grabbed by him.

"Hiss..." As soon as he pulled it, Cheng Yue's expression distorted due to the swollen and refreshing feeling on his arm.

An Mingyu put all her strength into her hand: "Hold on, it won't hurt if you pull it away tomorrow."

On the side of the runway, in the crowd under the shade of trees.

Looking at the words on the phone, Zhang Tingting almost gritted her teeth.

[Cheng Yue: Sister, I'm in the library, so I might not be able to come, sorry. 】