Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

The military theory classroom on Tuesday night was much emptier than last week. Cheng Yue came earlier this time and found a seat in the third row from the right.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that people walked in one after another with their shoulders crossed and their backs chattering and laughing, but there were still not many people, and basically all of them sat in the back row.

The classroom is not like the Mediterranean Sea anymore, it has become a real bald man, except for the last four rows which are full, the other seats are all empty.

The old professor in military uniform stood on the podium and squinted his eyes, but didn't speak.

The rest of the students ignored him and made a lot of noise.

"Everyone be quiet!" The old professor suddenly turned on the microphone.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, looking at the podium in horror.

Cheng Yue was also taken aback by him. Before he had time to read the latest private message after clicking on the post bar, he quickly turned off the screen on his phone.

The old professor sullenly said, "I'll call the name."

"I go……"

"It's okay, fuck me."

"This bad class is also called by name. It's true that the more watery the teacher, the more bullshit."

"Hurry up and send a message to Brother Zhang. Forget it, just go directly to @全部员, I don't think most of our class are here."

The students started discussing, the old professor looked at their panic-stricken look, and his face softened a little: "Start from the first class of chemical medicine, Wang Zizhi!"

No one answered.

After a while, someone in the back row tremblingly said: "Teacher, he is on his way, come right away."

The others chuckled softly.

Guo Yuxiang scolded An Mingyu: "This is too fake."

An Mingyu looked down at her phone and ignored him.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Guo Yuxiang leaned over.

He just had time to catch a glimpse of the blue icon, and before he could see clearly, An Mingyu turned off the phone screen: "It's nothing, just watch other people make up stories."

"Cheng Yue!"

"arrive."

Finally, one was ordered to come to class, and the old professor showed relief: "Not bad."

There was another sigh in the back row.

"He is Cheng Yue? Have you read what happened in the post bar?"

"I saw it, damn it, it's disgusting."

"Fortunately, he still has some self-awareness. He sits far away from us. I don't want to get too close to this kind of person."

"The landlord posted a new photo, look! He even went to hook up with An Mingyu!"

"Huh?" Someone looked back.

Guo Yuxiang heard it too, so he turned on his phone and went to the post bar to find out.

The old professor said again: "All those in the back should sit in the front. If the front seats are full, then sit in the back. My classes must be like this in the future. Otherwise, all the people sitting in the back will be treated as absenteeism, and usually get zero points."

The classroom exploded, but no one moved forward.

"Are you sick?"

"I'm speechless. Did I go to fucking university or elementary school? Who cares where I sit?"

The old professor was impatient: "Did you hear that? All move forward! If you don't do this class again, I won't be attending this class anymore. Your whole class will get zero marks."

The noise in the class was even louder, but someone finally grabbed their schoolbags and ran forward, occupying the fourth row first.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people walked from the back of the classroom to the front row and sat down. The second and third rows were also full, but the first row was still empty.

Also empty is the row on the right where Cheng Yue is sitting, with him as the center, and the surrounding circle is empty.

Guo Yuxiang was dumbfounded: "Huh? Only the first row is left?"

After he finished speaking, An Mingyu slowly picked up his phone, walked to Cheng Yue's side, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

Guo Yuxiang had no choice but to sit beside him.Finally, this small area will not look too funny and conspicuous in the crowded front row.

After losing his temper, the old professor opened the PPT and began to give lectures.

Cheng Yue opened the notebook and pressed the water-based pen: "Don't sit next to me."

An Mingyu, who was the only one sitting next to him, propped his chin and asked, "Why?"

"..."

Whether this person really doesn't know or just doesn't know... The voices talking about him in the classroom are so loud that even he can be heard in a seat so close to the front. He doesn't believe that An Mingyu, who was sitting in the back of the crowd just now, would not be clear.

Even if he doesn't play these social software, it's impossible for his friends not to see that post.

Cheng Yue didn't want to talk to him anymore, and after a while, he clicked on his phone to check the private message he just received.

[System: Report processing result notification, dear friend, after checking the post you reported did not involve violations, it will not be processed for the time being.Thank you for your understanding and cooperation~]

Cheng Yue hurriedly clicked on the previous post and saw that it was still on the homepage of W Big Bar. It was already thousands of floors up, and just now he posted a new message.

[Original: [picture] [picture], I accidentally photographed it in the library, is this the fish pond management of Neptune? 】

He zoomed in on the picture and found that the protagonists on it were himself and An Mingyu.

The angle of the candid shot was as subtle as last time. It was a moment when An Mingyu read the paper with him. The two of them were very close and the picture was blurry, but it was still possible to see that An Mingyu was looking at him with a smile in his eyes. And he himself was gesturing and speaking. In contrast, the other party looked gentle and doting.

The most popular comment on this floor: [This guy is really [bull head] [beer], he has caught all the high-quality boys in and out of school. 】

Before Cheng Yue quit the post, a low male voice came from next to his ear: "It looks like a couple."

The warm breath hit the side of his face, he trembled all over, and turned his head: "You..."

"Students on the right, stop talking!" The professor looked at them dissatisfied.

There was a sound of "shua" in the classroom.

Cheng Yue lowered his head and closed the post, and whispered, "Aren't you angry?"

After several seconds, An Mingyu asked in confusion, "Why are you angry?"

"...They said that you are gay, and that you and I..." The following content was a bit difficult to say, Cheng Yue held back for a long time, "I am in a relationship."

An Mingyu rubbed the side button of the phone: "Are you homophobic?"

...What is this all about?

"No."

"Then..." An Mingyu looked at him with a smile, "Why are you so nervous?"

Seeing that his head was getting lower and lower, he asked again: "Are you afraid that someone you like will see it, so it's hard to explain?"

Cheng Yue raised his head and stared at him like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "I didn't!"

It just so happened that the bell rang for the end of get out of class, covering up his movement.

An Mingyu didn't expect his reaction to be so intense, she stared at him blankly for a long time, and then couldn't help but be amused by his expression.

"Damn, bro, are you crazy?" Guo Yuxiang had never seen An Mingyu laugh like this before.

An Mingyu coughed lightly, and raised her hands to support her face, but Cheng Yue still noticed from his slightly trembling shoulders that the man was still smiling.

Cheng Yue recalled his excessive movements just now, and his face became hotter and hotter.

"You're kidding." After a long time, An Mingyu cleared her throat again, "I don't feel angry, anyway, what they say is false, and we are not in love, so you ignore him after a while. It will stop, and the more you talk to them, the more energetic you will be."

He looked up at Cheng Yue, just as his phone screen exited from the post and returned to the report failure interface released by the system.

Cheng Yue quickly turned off the screen.

The corners of An Mingyu's lips curled up: "It's okay to report, remember to choose something related to pornography, so the chances of being banned are higher."

Cheng Yue: "..."

He didn't talk to An Mingyu in the second half of the class, and the other party didn't talk to him again, as if he really didn't care about the comments in the post bar.

The only comment is "it looks like a couple".

But what kind of reaction is that?

After class was over, Cheng Yue quickly left the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, and replayed what An Mingyu said in his mind.

What he said is indeed true, they did nothing, this post is just speculation.

The school is currently overhauling the circuit. There are no street lights on both sides of the path leading to the dormitory, and it is dark at night.

He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, and when he heard someone behind him, Cheng Yue moved a little closer to the side of the road.

But the footsteps behind him did not walk over, but stopped in front of him.

"Xiao Chengyue..." It was a familiar and disgusting voice again.

Cheng Yue was dragged by his arm to the nearby woods. The opponent was so strong that he couldn't break free: "Qian Fangkai! You said you would come back next month, and I haven't gotten my salary yet!"

Qian Fangkai stopped slightly: "Oh, really? Did I say that? I don't remember."

Cheng Yue shook his hand vigorously, and finally broke his arm away from him: "How much do you want?"

Qian Fangkai didn't answer. He bent down and stretched his neck to look at Cheng Yue, his eyes lingering on his face: "Little Cheng Yue... I saw your school's post."

Cheng Yue's heart sank: "So?"

"So?" Qian Fangkai grinned, and reached out to touch his face, but Cheng Yue turned his head away.

His face suddenly darkened: "Didn't you fall in love with the young master of An's family recently? The prince of city B, how much do you pay for sleeping with him once? Hmm?"

Cheng Yue glared at him: "I'm not with him...not everyone is like you, Qian Fangkai!"

Qian Fangkai seemed to be completely irritated by him. He leaned over and pinched him vigorously on the tree trunk, pinching Cheng Yue's face: "Like me? How like me? When I wanted to help you, didn't you regard money as the most important thing?" Dung, is it very clear? Huh?"

Cheng Yue's stomach was writhing, and he grabbed his wrist with all his strength: "Don't touch me..."

"I can't touch you, that kid is fine? Is he touching you like this, or is it like this?" Qian Fangkai spoke faster, breathing heavily, "Is that old man's condition getting worse? You want to keep that old thing alive , already willing to do anything? Then why did you reject me in the first place? Ah?!"

"I thought that a son born to a high-level intellectual like your parents would be so precious. With such a face, you still pretend to be innocent in front of me. I really believe you... Do you like it?" Where is that kid? How much does he give you once? Huh?"

"I didn't..." Cheng Yue's face turned pale as the nausea became more and more serious.

Qian Fangkai chuckled, and stuck it in his ear: "Tell me, your parents know that you are with a man, will they get out of the ground because of your anger? Hahaha, if your grandpa knows to treat him The money you earned from selling your ass, will you be able to get rid of it all at once, and you will be relieved?"

10 minutes ago, at the entrance of the teaching building.

"An Mingyu!" Guo Yuxiang poked him on the shoulder, "Look, is Cheng Yue's boyfriend behind that tree? Why is he running here? Where is Cheng Yue? Hey, Cheng Yue seems to have left , shall we go and talk to him?"

An Mingyu turned her head and glanced at the tree he was pointing at, but the cropped man had already left with his pockets in his pockets, and he only had time to see his back.

"He's gone."

"Yeah." An Mingyu withdrew her gaze and walked out of the school, "Don't meddle in your own business."

Guo Yuxiang pursed his mouth: "Okay, go back and eat chicken, I'll pull you!"

An Mingyu made a farewell gesture, and took out the earphone plugs from his pocket.

Walking to the school gate, he didn't know what to think of, and suddenly stopped.