Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Cheng Yue wiped his palm on his clothes, the wound was very small, and the blood dried up quickly.

The entire experimental class was unprecedentedly quiet.

He and An Mingyu were separated by a small experimental platform, but Cheng Yue felt as if they were separated by a natural moat.

The content of this class is very simple. The teacher is going to a meeting, and leaves after assigning tasks. Let them finish the get out of class by handing over the report to the podium.

As expected, An Mingyu was the first one to complete it again. After finishing the report, he picked up his bag and left without giving Cheng Yue another look from the beginning to the end.

After class, Cheng Yue walked back to the dormitory in a daze, and when he opened the door, he saw that An Mingyu's bed had been emptied, and there was nothing left on the table.

On his own desk are cake sculptures and a fresh tube of scar cream.

Next to it was a big paper bag with a beautiful logo. He opened it and found it was a new bedding.

[Ding~ You have a new courier that has arrived at the station, remember to sign for it! 】

The phone alerts.

Cheng Yue clicked in, and it showed that it was a pajamas.

An Mingyu really returned everything to him.

"I'm coming back, An Mingyu, do you want to fight..."

Yang Kaimiao's voice stopped abruptly.

He looked around the dormitory, unbelievable: "Where's An Mingyu? Hiss... He, he moved back?"

Cheng Yue let out a muffled "hmm".

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Yang Kaimiao hesitated for a moment and didn't speak again.

Cheng Yue sat down, opened the dust cover on the cake sculpture, and gently touched the face of "Xiao An Mingyu".

"Little An Mingyu" was still smiling, sticking close to "Little Cheng Yue" next to her.

Cheng Yue and the cake sculpture looked at each other for a long time, but he still stood up and carefully placed it on his bookshelf.

Then, he set up a chair, hugged the quilt and threw it into the high wardrobe with difficulty.

The chair under his feet was unbalanced and swayed. Before Yang Kaimiao could say that he wanted to help him, Cheng Yue jumped down nimbly.

"Ouch, I was shocked." Yang Kaimiao said, "The next replay calls me. Although I am not as tall as him, I can still hit this one. You are too scary."

"No, I can do it myself." Cheng Yue shook his head firmly.

Yang Kaimiao sighed: "Okay, then I'll help you hold the chair next time."

He played with his mobile phone for a while, and suddenly said "Hey", "Hey, An Mingyu is quite lucky."

Cheng Yue paused as he was about to enter the bathroom: "What?"

"Our school's [-]th anniversary is about to be celebrated, and the counselor asked him to host the party with Liu Qing." Yang Kaimiao was very excited, "Liu Qing, do you know? The beauty of our school's broadcasting department is said to be entering the entertainment industry. A web drama, very busy."

"I'll go, I can host with her on the same stage, I think An Mingyu is going to be popular."

"But he's also handsome." Yang Kaimiao didn't notice the change in Cheng Yue's expression, and continued to look at the phone, "I think the two of them standing together look like a golden boy and a jade girl, and maybe they can end An Mingyu's teenage years. Years of single life, that's not bad, don't you think?"

"Cheng Yue?"

Cheng Yue's complexion was frighteningly pale, and his lips were tightly pursed.

"What, what's wrong?" Yang Kaimiao was stunned.

Cheng Yue turned his head: "It's okay."

After that, he went into the bathroom.

Early the next morning, Cheng Yue received a message from the fitness coach.

[Coach: Are you here today?I haven't practiced for a long time. 】

Cheng Yue took a bite of the egg-filled biscuit, and replied [Is An Mingyu coming today? 】

[Coach: I haven't asked him yet, how about I ask for you? 】

[Cheng Yue: Don't! 】

[Cheng Yue: Can you just ask him if he came to practice, don't say I asked? 】

[Coach: OK. 】

After waiting for a few seconds, the other party sent another message.

[Coach: I asked, he said he came, do you want to be with him?Six pm. 】

[Cheng Yue: Good. 】

After breakfast, Cheng Yue found a random place in the library and sat down.

He took out the pen from his schoolbag, and suddenly touched the pink rabbit pendant that he had thrown in before.

He pinched the pendant in his hand and looked at it.

Cheng Yue frowned.

When Zhang Tingting gave it to him, she never mentioned that it was a couple pendant.

Cheng Yue thought of the clarification post, and somehow felt something was wrong.

City Z is a small place, and the educational resources are not very good. Those who can get into W University are very rare, but if there is such a person, the neighbors will basically know about it.

But so far he only knows himself and Zhang Tingting.

Those who passed the previous exams have all graduated.

He clicked on the clarification post and read it carefully again, confirming that the other party said that he was from Z city and that he was a schoolmate with him.

And the landlord knew about him and Qian Fangkai, and also knew about Zhang Tingting.

It's so weird.

He wrote down the poster's post bar ID and entered it into the search box.

Not long after, many results popped up, but most of them were invalid information.

Cheng Yue scrolled down one by one, and finally, on the third page, he saw the record of the host's previous speeches.

The time was two years ago.

The reply was a post in the post bar of the high school he attended.

The original post was called [Does anyone know how the assistants in the psychological counseling room are paid?Is the teacher easy to get along with?I want to try]

This trumpet left a comment [The teacher is very nice, but he is busy. Basically, the students who come to consult will be handed over to you, and the salary is 200 a month]

Psychological consultation room.

A very chilling thought quickly rose from his mind.

Zhang Tingting...

Cheng Yue clicked into the post and found that it had been deleted.

Unable to find more direct evidence to prove his conjecture, he had no choice but to save the screenshots of the search results first.

After struggling until 05:30 in the afternoon, Cheng Yue put his backpack into the locker in the library and hurried to the gym.

It happened to be the time when there were no classes in the evening, and there were quite a lot of people in the gym.

Cheng Yue walked all the way but did not see An Mingyu.

Finally, he saw the female coach beside the treadmill.

"Ah, An Mingyu is in the locker room." The other party pointed.

Cheng Yue thanked you.

As he approached the locker room, he was a little apprehensive.

Come to An Mingyu, but... what is he going to say?

He hadn't thought about it at all.

Last night, he saw Yang Kaimiao's arrangements for the school celebration party in the grade group.

An Mingyu's name was indeed written next to the host, followed by the legendary Liu Qing.

Someone below said that she is a talented woman...

Cheng Yue pursed his lips, abandoned these thoughts, and walked quickly into the dressing room.

An Mingyu just changed his clothes, and his strong abdominal muscles and waistline flashed by the clothes.

He turned his head and saw Cheng Yue.

But it was only for a moment, he quickly turned his eyes away, and walked past him as if nothing had happened.

"An Mingyu!" Cheng Yue turned around and grabbed his arm.

An Mingyu stopped and turned her head: "Is there something wrong?"

The expression is very indifferent.

Cheng Yue opened his mouth.

An Mingyu didn't speak, and stood quietly waiting for him to speak.

"I..." Cheng Yue was confused in his mind, "I saw the arrangement of the school celebration party..."

"You want to host with Liu Qing?"

Cheng Yue pinched his cuff.

He's talking nonsense...

After hearing this, An Mingyu twitched the corner of her mouth: "Yes, what's wrong?"

He looked at the expression on Cheng Yue's face as if he had betrayed him, and suddenly felt very irritable: "I don't seem to have Cheng Yue exclusive on my face?"

Cheng Yue was taken aback: "I..."

An Mingyu interrupted: "I said that those things before were all my fault, and I won't seek compensation from you. I gave you everything voluntarily. You don't have to feel sorry for me."

Cheng Yue frowned: "I'm not...I don't feel sorry for you."

Someone came in from the dressing room, An Mingyu stood aside a little, looked at Cheng Yue: "Then what do you mean?"

Yes.

Then what is he going to do to stop him?

An Mingyu didn't wait for him to speak, and turned around to leave, feeling every sense.

"I'm not happy!" Cheng Yue said anxiously.

An Mingyu paused.

Cheng Yue didn't want to think about anything anymore, he just wanted An Mingyu to stay: "I'm not happy that you host with others..."

The boy in front of him was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "That's because I didn't know how to do things before, and you were influenced by me, so stop contacting me, and you'll be fine after a while."

After he finished speaking, he really lifted his foot to leave.

Cheng Yue ran forward to stop him: "But I don't want to have less contact with you."

"I don't want you to host the show with others, and I don't want you to be said to be a good match when you stand with others, An Mingyu."

"You moved away, I... I'm very sad."

His eyes were a little hot, but he still raised his head and stared at the other person, and said firmly: "It's not because of your influence."

"I thought so myself."

An Mingyu lowered her eyelashes, her gaze fell on his face.

After a while, he raised his hand and wiped Cheng Yue's wet eyes with his thumb, and said with a smile, "Don't be stupid, Cheng Yue."

"I've been chasing you for so long and you didn't like me, but you suddenly like me today?"

"Orientation is not something that can be changed so easily. You are used to being with me before. Go back and calm down."

His voice is very gentle.

But no matter how gentle it is, it still refuses.

An Mingyu didn't believe him.

Cheng Yue was not in the mood to stay in the gym any longer, he apologized to the coach and opened the door to go out.

The evening sun was still dazzling, and many students stopped on the road to take pictures.

But Cheng Yue couldn't appreciate it at all, and walked unsteadily, as if he had lost his soul.

An Mingyu said that he just won't get used to it for a while.

Is he used to it?

Will the habit make him feel so uncomfortable when he thinks that An Mingyu might be with others in the future?

Habits will make him want to get close to An Mingyu, want to kiss him, want to have skin-to-skin contact with him, and even trust him to do anything to him?

Zhang Tingting helped him for three years, but he never had these thoughts about her.

And he and An Mingyu had known each other for less than a few months.

Cheng Yue's pace slowed down.

Not a habit.

I like it.

He likes An Mingyu.

He has liked An Mingyu for a long time.

He himself was so stupid that he didn't even think about such a simple thing.

Gender doesn't matter, what he likes is this person.

Cheng Yue stopped abruptly, wiped away his tears, turned around and ran towards the gym.