Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

The English teacher stood on the podium: "The school celebration is coming soon, take it easy, let's play a movie in this class."

There was an immediate round of applause in the classroom.

The people around were talking loudly, Cheng Yue frowned, and took out his noise-proof earplugs from his backpack.

He tried his best to control the arm on which An Mingyu was leaning, and brought the earplugs to the other's ear with one hand.

"I'll put earplugs on you, they're too loud," he said softly.

An Mingyu answered him with a very low "hmm", then moved her head a few times to a more comfortable position.

This movement turned into a pillow on Cheng Yue's shoulder.

The soft flesh at the base of the neck was already sensitive and could not withstand being teased, but when An Mingyu's hair brushed it, it made it itch.

Cheng Yue's hands shaking the earplugs.

He slowed down, put the earplugs on An Mingyu, and simply raised his arms to wrap his arms around him.

There was no one in the bedroom last night, so Yang Kaimiao let himself go and played games until midnight, even if he woke up early, he was too sleepy.

He glanced at the two people beside him, then turned his head: "Xiangzi, I want to sleep too."

As he said that, he wanted to imitate An Mingyu and lean on Guo Yuxiang.

Guo Yuxiang flicked his arm: "Roll, can you lie on the table by yourself?"

Yang Kaimiao: "Don't be stingy, look at how friendly they are."

"..." Guo Yuxiang said in his heart that this is a love affair between lovers, "Go ahead, don't hit me, or I will reward you with an instant explosion thunder tonight."

Yang Kaimiao pouted.

An Mingyu didn't sleep well last night, indeed it had something to do with Cheng Yue.

Cheng Yue held hands with him, and he slept until dawn, feeling so beautiful in his heart.

But An Mingyu suffered, and has been wandering between pain and happiness.

Cheng Yue didn't sleep very honestly at night, and didn't know what dream he had. He kept rubbing against his arms in the first half of the night, and finally calmed down in the second half of the night, and An Mingyu was so tossed that he couldn't sleep.

It was almost early morning before he barely fell asleep.

So there was the incident of being late for class, neither of the two woke up, and the apartment was in chaos in the morning.

After falling asleep in the first class, he finally recovered a little energy.

Feeling the head moving in the nest of the neck, Cheng Yue lowered his head: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Don't sleep anymore." An Mingyu sat up, and there was a small red mark on the half of her face leaning against him.

He was still a little sluggish after waking up, so he blinked slowly: "Eat breakfast?"

Cheng Yue stood up: "Okay."

Before An Mingyu reached out, he volunteered to pick up the other party's backpack and hang it on his back.

He was originally thin, but now he was carrying An Mingyu's huge backpack and his own small bag in his hand. Seeing his appearance, An Mingyu smiled inexplicably.

Cheng Yue turned around: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." An Mingyu touched the tip of his nose, "Leave it to me."

"No, I want to carry it for you." Cheng Yue tightened his grip on the shoulder strap.

An Mingyu bent her lips silently: "I'm not so weak yet, bring it here."

Cheng Yueao couldn't beat him, so he could only return the backpack with a look of reluctance, those who didn't know thought An Mingyu was robbing him.

He moved his bag back over his shoulder.

An Mingyu looked at the side of his backpack, remembered something, and asked, "Why didn't I see your rabbit pendant?"

Cheng Yue paused.

"I..." He chose his words carefully, "Would you believe me if I said I didn't know it was a couple pendant?"

An Mingyu didn't answer.

It seems that I don't believe it.

Gotta coax.

Cheng Yue touched his right hand hanging by his side: "I have already lost that pendant."

"Ah."

It was very faint, and there was no emotion.

He held An Mingyu's hand: "Really, from now on, I will leave my backpack pendant, mobile phone pendant... and screen saver desktop background to you."

imitating the way the other party did before, pinching his palm: "okay?"

An Mingyu felt itchy in her heart.

Although he tried his best to suppress it, Cheng Yue saw him smile.

"You laughed." He also grinned.

An Mingyu cleared her throat, and was about to speak when she suddenly felt a strange sensation in her hand, and frowned.

He grabbed Cheng Yue's hand that held him: "Spread it."

Cheng Yue obeyed obediently.

The tiny scar on the palm of his hand was exposed.

He almost forgot that there was such a thing, Cheng Yue hurriedly wanted to withdraw his hand, but An Mingyu held on tightly and couldn't move.

"What happened?" He carefully touched the side with his thumb.

The scab is still very new, and it looks like it has been broken recently.

Cheng Yue hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "That day at the door of the laboratory... I didn't pay attention when I was talking to you. I squeezed the pendant too tightly and it was cut."

An Mingyu also took a look at the rabbit pendant in her hand, there was nothing sharp on it.

How much effort does it take to poke your hand?

"It doesn't hurt." Cheng Yue saw that his brows were getting deeper and deeper, and curled up his fingers to hide from him, "Such a small wound is nothing."

He changed the subject: "Let's go buy a new pair of pendants after dinner."

An Mingyu stared at it, then lowered her head and blew on his palm a few times.

Cheng Yue was so itchy that he shrank his arms: "Don't...someone is watching...it really doesn't hurt anymore."

He was finally willing to let go of him: "Remember to apply the tube of ointment I gave you when I get back."

"Okay." Cheng Yue clenched that hand tightly.

In the end, the two still couldn't buy a new pendant. After breakfast, the counselor came and asked An Mingyu to go to the college auditorium to rehearse the party.

I saw them in the group before saying that An Mingyu and Liu Qinglang are still fresh in their memories of their talented girls.

Cheng Yue stopped An Mingyu: "Can I watch your rehearsal?"

Afraid that he would refuse, he added: "I'll wait for you in the background, I'm very good, I won't cause you any trouble."

An Mingyu couldn't help rubbing his hair with this eager look.

"So clingy?" He said a question, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Cheng Yue lowered his head and said in a low voice, "After chasing you, of course I will stick to you."

An Mingyu choked for breath.

"Where did you learn these words?"

"I thought about it myself." Cheng Yue followed him.

An Mingyu thought about it, and still told him: "Liu Qing has a boyfriend."

Cheng Yue was stunned: "What?"

"Aren't you jealous?" He smiled, "She and her boyfriend have already reached the stage of discussing marriage."

After finishing speaking, An Mingyu stretched out his hand to embrace Cheng Yue, and squeezed the soft flesh on the back of his neck with his thumb: "I'm afraid that when you meet someone later, your mouth will be so pouted that you can hang a coat hanger."

Cheng Yue was pinched by him until his brain went numb, he lowered his head and blushed: "I...I know."

"I'm not interested in girls." An Mingyu said indifferently, "Naturally."

Is this reassuring him?

After Cheng Yue listened, he thought to himself, "I'm not interested in boys or girls."

An Mingyu raised her eyebrows: "?"

"Only interested in you." He said.

Before she finished speaking, An Mingyu stopped in her tracks.

The two stood under a large maple tree.

Cheng Yue raised his head and mustered up his courage: "Really."

"I just... like you very much." His eyes began to flush again, "I like you as a boy, and I like you as a girl."

"As long as it's you, I like it."

"Well……"

The rest of the conversation was interrupted by a kiss.

In the first few seconds, Cheng Yue was a little passive.

But he soon relaxed, and even tentatively opened his mouth, responding like An Mingyu kissed him.

The lips and teeth are entangled, and the ambiguous breath blends with each other.

They happened to be standing on the side of the road where a passenger car was parked, with their left hand leaning against a tree and their right hand a car, most of them were blocked.

But this still cannot stop the footsteps and chatter and laughter of the passing students.

Kissing is tense enough.

Kissing secretly in public, this secret thought made Cheng Yue's heart beat even harder.

They were finally interrupted by a loud car horn.

Cheng Yue regained his senses from the kiss, and suddenly realized that he was pushed against the tree next to him, holding An Mingyu's clothes in his hand, which was already wrinkled badly.

An Mingyu raised her hand and wiped his moist lips.

Cheng Yue also looked back at him with bright eyes, and helped him brush off a small leaf that fell from his shoulder.

After entering the auditorium, Cheng Yue still felt dizzy.

An Mingyu took the initiative to kiss him.

The career of chasing people has taken a big step forward.

"An Mingyu!" the teacher in charge of directing the performance rehearsal called him, "Finally here, come, come, let me familiarize myself with the schedule first."

He glanced at Cheng Yue again.

"I'll wait for you here." Cheng Yue said.

"Well, tell me if you're bored." An Mingyu pinched his earlobe.

Cheng Yue's ears were hot for a long time.

After calming down, he saw that the girl sitting next to her was putting on makeup very skillfully.

"Liu Qing, I haven't seen you for a long time." Another person came in from the door and went straight in their direction.

Cheng Yue blinked.

She is Liu Qing?

I don't know if it was because of the kiss when he came here, or because of An Mingyu's explanation, Cheng Yue had no other thoughts in his mind.

But when he looked up and saw the boy standing next to the curly-haired girl, he was stunned.

Isn't this... Liao Zihang?

Liao Zihang obviously remembered him, and greeted him gently: "Cheng Yue, hello."

"You guys know each other?" the curly-haired girl was curious.

Liao Zihang nodded: "Meet it once, ask me about the scholarship application."

"This is my girlfriend, Xiang Xiaofeng." Liao Zihang introduced.

Cheng Yue remembered what Zhang Tingting cried to him.

Will the gentle and gentle girl in front of you be the kind of person who slaps everyone regardless of right and wrong?

He felt strange in his heart, but he still greeted politely.

When Xiang Xiaofeng asked Liao Zihang to help them bring milk tea and call them away, Cheng Yue finally couldn't hold back: "Well, senior sister Xiang, do you know Zhang Tingting?"

Liu Qinghe turned to Xiaofeng to look at him.

"Zhang Tingting?" Xiang Xiaofeng frowned, "I seem to have heard of it, but I don't quite remember it, do you know her?"

Liu Qing looked blank: "I haven't gone back to school for almost a year, I don't know."

The change in expression between the two of them didn't look like it was fake at all.

Cheng Yue remembered the speech records he found in the library, and he couldn't sit still.

"Did something happen?" Xiang Xiaofeng noticed that his expression was wrong, and asked concerned.

"It's okay." Cheng Yue stood up, "I'll go out and make a phone call."

He took out his mobile phone, found a corner along the path behind the auditorium, and called Zhang Tingting.

The moment the phone was connected, the ringtone had barely rang, and the other party hung up.

[Zhang Tingting:? ?What's the matter? 】

[Zhang Tingting: I have something to do here and it's inconvenient to answer the phone. 】

Cheng Yue's typing hands trembled slightly. After typing for a long time, he finally deleted it.

[Cheng Yue: It's okay, I made a mistake. 】

Even if he asks now, what can he ask?

If Zhang Tingting had been lying to him from the beginning, would she tell him the truth this time?

Cheng Yue pressed the phone off.

Anxiety haunted him.

He walked backstage and ran into Liao Zihang holding milk tea at the door.

"Senior Liao." Cheng Yue stopped him, "I think, I want to ask you a few questions."

Liao Zihang nodded: "Ah, yes, yes, you can ask."

"Can you talk over there? It's not very convenient here."

Liao Zihang was puzzled for a moment, but followed him to the corner.

"Excuse me..." Cheng Yue scratched his hair, "May I ask when did you start dating Xiang Xiaofeng?"

Liao Zihang thought for a while: "Well... We are actually in the same class in high school."

He was a little embarrassed: "But at that time I didn't dare to confess my love to her, that's why we were together in college."

"Oh...that's it." Cheng Yue looked at the shy face of the boy wearing glasses in front of him, and the last hope in his heart sank.

"It's okay, I'll just inquire." He said with a stiff head.

"Ah, fine." Liao Zihang smiled, "Are there any other questions? Then I'll bring them milk tea."

"No more, thank you."

"You're welcome." Liao Zihang said, "If you have any questions about love, you can ask your sister Xiang, she is better than me."

Cheng Yue: "...OK."

He was right.

Liao Zihang is really not the kind of person Zhang Tingting said, and neither is Xiang Xiaofeng.

If this can be pretended, then their acting skills are too good.

Cheng Yue squeezed his fingers.

It's definitely not a good feeling at all.

Anyway, Zhang Tingting was also one of the people who were willing to help him in high school. Before meeting An Mingyu, there were only a few people he trusted, and Zhang Tingting was definitely one of them.

His chest was tight.

"Why are you hiding here?" An Mingyu's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Cheng Yue turned his head: "An Mingyu..."

He frowned: "What's wrong?"

Seeing that his expression was not right, he took a few steps closer: "What happened?"

"It's okay." Cheng Yue didn't want to make An Mingyu unhappy by mentioning those three words again.

He can handle it himself.

An Mingyu didn't believe what he said, and lowered her eyes: "Is it really all right? What's wrong with you and why don't you tell me?"

Cheng Yue stared at his slightly red lips, and licked his lips.

"It's something." His eyes lit up, and he moved closer to the other party, "You haven't kissed me for more than ten minutes."

Cheng Yue raised his head, his face was still red under the dim light, but he spoke boldly: "Can you... kiss again?"

An Mingyu's eyes darkened.

"Come here." He took Cheng Yue's hand.

Kissing someone you like is definitely the most wonderful and comfortable thing in the world.

Cheng Yue closed his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, and when An Mingyu approached, he took the initiative to lean forward, and the few dull moments just now disappeared.