Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

The slope and speed of the treadmill have been set, but An Mingyu stood on it, but she couldn't even think about exercising.

Cheng Yue's eyes were flushed in his mind.

It seemed easy when he just refused, but God knows how hard it took him not to look back.

After all, it is still emotion, not experimental data, and cannot be modified and erased casually.

He glanced at the pull-up aid next to him again, and his irritability reached its peak at this moment.

An Mingyu went to the front desk to get back the membership card: "I won't practice today."

The female coach gave him a reproachful look: "Ah, what's the matter with you two, you don't practice one or the other, and you have to keep exercising."

"I know." An Mingyu twitched the corner of his mouth, "Let's try another day, I'm not in the mood today."

"Okay, tell me next time."

After leaving the gym, An Mingyu went back to the apartment to put down her backpack, and sat in the empty living room for a while.

A few minutes later, he went downstairs and entered the internet cafe.

Going straight to the front desk, he lit the golden packaged cigarettes in the cabinet: "Two packs here."

The boss looked up and saw him, and smiled: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The cigarettes he lights are the most expensive ones in the store. Few people buy them in the Internet cafes near the school. Basically, they can’t sell them. The total inventory is only so small. Today, they sold two packs at once. After receiving the money, the boss He even has a good attitude: "This cigarette is alcohol, but you still have to take it easy."

"I know." An Mingyu directly removed one and lowered his head to light it for himself, "There is a private room on the second floor."

"Okay, okay."

Immersed in the smell of nicotine, An Mingyu clicked on PUBG, and a team invitation popped up next to her.

[memedaQAQ invites you to join the game. 】

With a flick of his fingertips, he subconsciously clicked OK.

"Hey bro! Are you alone?"

An Mingxin called him happily.

An Mingyu paused for a while, then let out another breath.

What was he expecting just now...

How could Cheng Yue come to play games at this time.

It’s ridiculous.

"Brother? Are you there?"

An Mingyu let out a "hmm" and glanced at the IDs of the other two professional players in the team.

"Let's arrange."

Gym reception.

"An Mingyu?" The receptionist called out the membership records and looked, "He left more than ten minutes ago."

Cheng Yue was stunned for a few seconds: "Go, go?"

"Correct."

Cheng Yue stood for a while, slowly calming down his shortness of breath as he ran all the way.

It's only been ten minutes, and An Mingyu had just finished changing clothes and was about to exercise, so why did she leave suddenly?

Are you back at the apartment?

After thinking about it, he took out his phone, but he didn't dare to send An Mingyu a message directly, so he clicked on the chat box with Guo Yuxiang.

[Cheng Yue: Excuse me, do you know the house number of An Mingyu's apartment? 】

[Cheng Yue: I'm in a hurry to find him, so I have to talk to him face to face. 】

He waited in place for a few minutes, left the gym, and walked slowly towards the complex where An Mingyu rented an apartment.

Passing by the commercial street, Cheng Yue remembered that An Mingyu liked to eat fruit fried chicken, so he bought one.

[Guo Yuxiang: I just saw it. 】

[Guo Yuxiang: 1203, Building Three. 】

[Cheng Yue: Thank you. 】

When Cheng Yue received the news, he held the hot bag in his hand and mixed in with a group of people who were returning to the apartment.

He found the house number Guo Yuxiang had mentioned, and after a long time of apprehension, he still rang the doorbell.

Waited for about five or six minutes, no one.

He pressed it again.

Still no one.

An Mingyu was not in the apartment.

Cheng Yue didn't expect this result and was stunned for a while.

At the same time, in the private room on the second floor of the Internet cafe downstairs.

Nearly half of a pack of cigarettes had been smoked, and the small room was filled with smoke.

"Fuck, brother, you are so fierce today, I declare that you are the most fierce man on Jedi Island!"

An Mingxin sprawled on the ground and watched the male character in a suit in front of him alternately firing two guns, and finally even took out the gun, and killed the two teams of the school district by himself.

Time admired: "It's really amazing, brother."

Another professional player in the team couldn't hold back his mic: "Is this really your brother?"

"Yes, dear brother." An Mingxin was helped up by him, squatting on the ground to spray medicine, "If you want to poach him to join your team, then don't, he's not interested."

Time smiled: "It's okay, just because you're not interested now doesn't mean you won't be interested in the future, I've sent the invitation letter, welcome anytime."

After he finished speaking, his voice fell into silence.

An Mingxin sensed something was wrong: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

An Mingyu extinguished the butt of his cigarette: "Huh?"

"It feels like you didn't talk much tonight." An Mingxin frowned.

Thinking back now, he used to jump into the crowd of people alone with the handle, and landed like a steel gun. It didn't look like he was playing a game, it was just venting his anger.

An Mingxin carefully probed: "Brother, is something wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

After the truth was told, An Mingyu let out a smoke ring.

"It's okay." He jumped out of the house through the window and got on the motorcycle, "It's time to do laps, get in the car."

The next lap was to the airport, but fortunately they came earlier and no one was blocking the bridge.

An Mingyu drove his younger sister all the way, and took the lead in occupying a residential area on a high mountain.

He opened the door and went in. There was an M24 lying on the ground, and there were eight times beside it.

An Mingxin exclaimed: "Brother, are you the reincarnation of a koi?"

An Mingyu stared at the gun on the ground for a few seconds, then turned and left.

"You don't want it?" An Mingxin asked, "Then I'll take it."

"you take."

He has SKS and six times on his body, and he does not lack this bolt.

As for more reasons... An Mingyu didn't want to think about it.

He suppressed the words that almost rushed to his lips the moment he saw the gun, and opened the mirror to set the gun at the bridge.

"Come on, okay, I'll take you to play stunt motorcycles." Time and his teammates also rushed over, saw An Mingyu's motorcycle on the ground, and said to An Mingxin.

An Mingxin installed the M24: "Is it true? Why do you all know how to play motorcycles?"

Time laughed: "Must, this place has a high slope, just suitable for playing, get in the car and get in the car."

"Okay, wow, brother, don't stand still on such a high flat ground, what if someone will spy on you later!" An Mingxin caught a glimpse of the man in the suit who was still holding a gun just now, standing motionless in the same place.

An Mingyu was just putting down the mouse, and knocked down the cigarette case twice in the palm of her hand.

Hearing this, he replied: "Level three, don't be afraid of snipers."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Snipe dead and pull down."

An Mingxin: "..."

Time: "Awesome! Enough pride!"

This dozen played until close to eleven o'clock in the evening.

After smoking both packs of cigarettes, An Mingyu still didn't enjoy the last cigarette.

After a short pause, a thin figure began to occupy his thoughts.

He told his teammates that he was going to go downstairs to buy again, but when he got up, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated violently.

[Yang Kaimiao: @安明玉]

【Yang Kaimiao: Are you there? 】

【Yang Kaimiao: [Poke a poke]】

【Yang Kaimiao: [Firing shells]】

He frowned.

[An Mingyu:? 】

[Yang Kaimiao: I'm going...you finally read the news! 】

[Yang Kaimiao: Is Cheng Yue with you? 】

[An Mingyu: Not here. 】

【Yang Kaimiao: Huh? 】

[Yang Kaimiao: I sent him a message and he didn't reply, and he said the phone was on mute when I called. 】

[Yang Kaimiao: The door is locked, and he hasn't returned to the dormitory yet. 】

[Yang Kaimiao: I see that he has been out of his mind for the past few days, and he is a little worried. 】

【Yang Kaimiao: Guo Yuxiang told me that he inquired about your apartment number this afternoon. 】

[Yang Kaimiao: Are you in the apartment now? 】

An Mingyu squeezed the phone tightly.

[An Mingyu: Not here. 】

【Yang Kaimiao: ...】

[An Mingyu: Ready to go back, I have news to tell you. 】

【Yang Kaimiao: All right, all right, but don't let anything happen. 】

Fingers are hot.

An Mingyu suddenly regained consciousness, and pressed the burnt cigarette into the glass jar.

"I won't play anymore." He put on the earphones, "You guys play."

An Mingxin: "Huh?"

"Suddenly something happens, don't play too late."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Time and the others' persuasion, and quit the game directly.

Almost running all the way back to the apartment, An Mingyu stood in the elevator watching the number of floors approaching slowly.

Obviously Cheng Yue has nothing to do with him.

As he thought about it, the manic depression that had been temporarily suppressed at first came back to him.

"The twelfth floor is here."

The elevator opened, and An Mingyu walked out.

With a little light from the opening of the elevator door, he saw a small figure crouching in front of his door in the aisle at a glance.

When Cheng Yue heard the movement, he woke up startled and raised his head. When he saw someone coming, he quickly stood up: "An, An Mingyu..."

He squatted for too long, his legs were already numb, he staggered when he stood up, and almost fell down.

Cheng Yue supported the wall next to him.

"You're back." There was joy in his voice.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" An Mingyu asked.

His tone sounded a little angry, and Cheng Yue was taken aback.

"I..." He didn't sleep well for several nights and fell asleep accidentally just now.

Cheng Yue apologized: "I didn't pay attention to it, sorry."

The sensor lights in the aisle came on.

An Mingyu saw the blood in his eyes and the blackness in front of his eyes.

"Do you know what time it is?"

The unexplainable sense of irritability is more obvious.

Cheng Yue pursed his lips: "Ten o'clock?"

He sensed that the other party was in a bad mood, and stepped forward to grab his sleeve: "Don't be angry, I will definitely pay attention to answering the phone in the future."

An Mingyu ducked back.

"I came to you because I wanted to tell you something, I..."

Cheng Yue raised his head and met An Mingyu's eyes.

"I've thought it through, An Mingyu."

The latter twitched the corner of his mouth lightly: "What are you thinking about?"

"I don't want to go back and calm down." Cheng Yue squeezed the bag in his hand: "It's not because I'm used to it that I feel uncomfortable."

He opened his mouth and said seriously, "I like you, An Mingyu."

An Mingyu didn't expect him to be so direct, and couldn't react for a moment.

He had been looking forward to this sentence for a long time.

He had been looking forward to it since he moved back to the dormitory, and the more he got in touch with this person, the deeper his expectations became.

He even fantasized about Cheng Yue agreeing to him many times, saying that he likes his appearance.

Dreaming of such a scene in his dream would make him throb.

But neither of these is the case.

No matter what the premise is, it's not that Cheng Yue never had a crush on him, didn't like him, or even that he was straight.

Even so, An Mingyu was overwhelmed by these simple words.

Aware of the unconcealable itch in his heart, he despised himself a little.

"Are you sure I can't do anything to you?" An Mingyu's jaw twitched.

Cheng Yue just finished his confession, but didn't realize it: "What?"

He thought that An Mingyu still felt that he was lying to him, so he was anxious: "Really, I, I really like you."

"I was too stupid before, I didn't think clearly."

"I didn't like you suddenly, I was... I liked you very early."

Cheng Yue was full of thoughts about when it started, but he found that no matter what they did or any part of their relationship, he would feel his heart move.

"Don't believe me, An Mingyu." Afraid that he would leave again, Cheng Yue stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, "I've thought clearly, I'm not used to how I feel about you."

"I like you to kiss me, and I like you to touch me." Cheng Yue's lips trembled slightly, but he still stubbornly looked up at An Mingyu, "I like holding hands with you, and I like seeing you smile."

"If you frown, I will feel uncomfortable."

"You host with others, you smile at others, I'm not unhappy."

"I'm...I'm jealous."

After he finished speaking, An Mingyu still stood there without responding.

Cheng Yue took another step forward.

"Like me kissing and touching you?"

An Mingyu's voice was very deep.

"You never learned these provocative words?"

He put his hand on Cheng Yue's cheek, and Cheng Yue smelled the smoke.

But soon, An Mingyu put his hand down again.

"I didn't learn from anyone..." Cheng Yue choked up, "I just want to tell you this..."

An Mingyu lowered her eyes: "Don't cry."

"I don't want to cry... I, I can't control my tears when I'm emotional, I don't want to cry..." Cheng Yue touched his eyes and sniffed.

A good confession was made by him crying like breaking up.

The person in front of him laughed.

There were still tears on Cheng Yue's eyelashes.

An Mingyu sighed lightly.

Cheng Yue heard it: "I know I haven't told you clearly, it's not right, I shouldn't just enjoy your kindness to me without being clear."

"You can be angry or ignore me."

"But... don't avoid me." Cheng Yue calmed down a little, "I came today to tell you clearly what I mean, it doesn't matter if you don't accept it."

Do not avoid him.

Pretty good at applying what you've learned.

An Mingyu said "hmm": "Then if I really don't accept it, what should you do? Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Yue was stunned for a moment: "I..."

"Then I'll chase you."

There were still tears in his eyes, which were brighter than the moon and stars outside the window under the lamp: "Follow me until you are willing to accept me."