05

 What?

Song Yu's brain went blank for several seconds before he realized that this was not the protagonist's clothes, he had smelled the wrong thing.

That's why the "mission accomplished" voice was delayed.

What should he do... Song Yu called 009 a few times, but the other party did not respond.

Seemingly very dissatisfied with the boy's absent-mindedness, Lu Xing spoke again in a deeper voice than before, his eyebrows furrowed: "Speak."

The tall boy's tightly furrowed brows were really scary. Song Yu bit the small piece of soft flesh on his lower lip until it was mushy and covered with a layer of glistening water, before stammering and starting to lie: "I didn't smell it... I knocked your clothes off, and then, and then I picked them up."

His voice got softer and softer.

Lu Xing was a sports student, and his eyesight was the best in his major. Almost the instant he pushed the door open, he saw it - Song Yu slumped over, slightly hunched over, and leaned close to his coat, his nose almost touching the fabric.

He hated it when people touched his things without permission, and he hated it even more when people lied to him, especially something that could be called homosexual harassment.

Most straight men couldn't tolerate that.

Lu Xing wanted to say something to expose the other person's clumsy lie, but he froze when he saw Song Yu's innocent and frightened face.

It has to be said, this handsome young man was very good at playing the victim.

He probably knew how lethal his face was, knew what kind of expression could hook a man, and could easily elicit sympathy and pity with a few sweet words and a bit of coquetry.

Unfortunately, he wasn't interested in men, and these tricks were ineffective against him.

Coming to his senses, Lu Xing realized that Song Yu had moved away slightly, seemingly trying to escape. He instinctively grabbed the other's wrist, but only received a soft "uh" in return.

Song Yu's eyes reddened, and mist gradually filled the air.

Lu Xing was quite surprised; had he used that much force? But the delicate, soft touch lingered on his fingertips, making his entire hair tingle. He didn't know what was going on, and could only stiffly say, "What are you pretending to be pitiful for? So delicate?"

Song Yu was stunned at first, then lowered his eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved.

He didn't want to be like this either.

But he was prone to illness and easily felt pain.

So...

"Don't be so fierce..."

and don't... say that about me.

Song Yu's eyes welled up with tears, wetting his eyelashes, his nose turning red, looking like he was about to cry.

Lu Xing froze, then his gaze fell on that slender wrist, where a ring of light red marks had already appeared. He

really was delicate.

He wasn't faking it.

Lu Xing hadn't expected things to turn out this way. In an instant, the situation reversed. Song Yu, who had been suspected of doing something despicable, became the victim. Even worse, Lu Xing also felt he was in the wrong. It was all his

fault for saying that, making him cry.

Looking at the other's increasingly red eyes, Lu Xing panicked. No matter what, he should admit his mistake first.

"I was wrong—" Before he could finish, someone entered the dormitory.

The two figures, their bodies intertwined, both turned to look at the door. Xie Zhiyan's expression was colder than usual, but only for a few seconds before he regained his composure: "What are you two doing here? Song Yu? Did you come to my dorm to find me? You... why are you crying?"

Song Yu already felt embarrassed crying in front of Lu Xing, and now Xie Zhiyan was added to the mix. He immediately sniffed and wiped away his tears: "I came to bring you a cake."

Xie Zhiyan looked at the table, said "thank you," then pulled Song Yu closer and said indifferently, "Song Yu came to find me, don't cause trouble."

"..."

Lu Xing's words caught in his throat.

The two had been friends for many years, and he was well aware of the change in Xie Zhiyan's tone; even when Xie Zhiyan came out as gay a while ago, the attack wasn't this strong.

Perhaps it was his friend's attitude towards Song Yu, or perhaps it was the cake that had been specially delivered to the table, but Lu Xing felt particularly displeased and sat back down at his desk with a cold face.

Xie Zhiyan got Song Yu a chair and comforted him, saying that Lu Xing had a bad temper and he shouldn't take it personally.

This made Song Yu feel embarrassed and start reflecting on his own behavior.

After Xie Zhiyan ate a few bites of cake, the phone rang: "I'm going to take this call." He left Song Yu with a chilling aura as he passed.

[Side quest completed, reward 600 points.]

The voice in his head suddenly sounded. After a moment of surprise, Song Yu immediately put on a stern face and acted childish: [Where were you when we needed you?]

009: [Sorry.]

009 wasn't the highest-level system; it could be blocked by some higher-level external forces. But it didn't intend to tell its host this for the time being: [Suddenly recalled to headquarters.]

Song Yu immediately asked with concern: [Is something important?]

009 didn't answer, but instead stared into Song Yu's eyes: [Was the host bullied?]

Song Yu: "..."

Thinking about it, he seemed to be the one who bullied Lu Xing.

Sniffing his clothes and causing Xie Zhiyan to misunderstand him.

Noticing the gaze, Lu Xing immediately turned around.

The boy who had just looked so wronged instantly relaxed after Xie Zhiyan coaxed him a couple of times.

He realized he had misunderstood Song Yu.

Song Yu wasn't good at coaxing men; on the contrary, he was very easy to fool. He figured that in the future, he could easily give Song Yu anything with just a little coaxing.

Finally, Song Yu broke the silence: "Your clothes... give them to me."

Lu Xing's eyelid twitched slightly. He raised an eyebrow: "Wash my clothes?"

"Um... I'm the one who knocked your clothes down."

Song Yu lied again.

He made this suggestion entirely because 009 had given him another mission.

[Please do something bad to the protagonist behind his back.]

Song Yu racked his brains to come up with such a perfect solution—he could do something bad to the protagonist's clothes while also dispelling his suspicions. He was

going to exceed the limit for bad deeds today.

Song Yu still felt a little guilty towards Lu Xing.

So, he would just mess with the clothes.

Lu Xing glanced at the coat hanging on the chair, then at Song Yu.

He was pretty sure Song Yu had been sniffing his clothes earlier, but now, after being made to cry, she was even offering to wash his clothes… Lu Xing was a bit of a germaphobe and couldn't accept anyone touching his personal belongings, but his mind was a mess right now.

Finally, the aloof PE student looked away, seemingly out of control, and grabbed the clothes from the chair, handing them over.

*

After Song Yu left the dormitory, Lu Xing's unease hadn't subsided.

Actually, some thoughts had already formed in his mind, but he needed to verify them.

Lu Xing opened WeChat and tapped on a friend's chat window. This person was a family friend, with a rich romantic history, and definitely knew more than someone like him who had never been in a relationship.

[Lu Xing: Are you there?]

[Lu Xing: I have a question.]

Zhao Ci on the other end guessed it was a relationship issue; otherwise, given Lu Xing's personality, he would have called him directly or gotten straight to the point, instead of this pointless preamble.

[Zhao Ci: Go ahead.]

Lu Xing stared at the chat window, hesitated for a moment, and then, as if making up his mind, sent a text message.

[Lu Xing: If someone secretly smells your clothes and gets caught but doesn't dare admit it, what does that mean?]

The message had barely been sent when Zhao Ci called: "Hey, someone smelled your clothes?"

"..." Lu Xing didn't bother pretending anymore, "Stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Ci had gleaned some clues from the previous message and was eagerly waiting for the drama to unfold: "She doesn't admit it, and then what? You scolded her?"

Lu Xing didn't speak, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Zhao Ci shook his head on the other end of the line: "You're so clueless about romance, but that girl was really bold. What happened after that? Did she say anything?"

Lu Xing: "She said she wanted to help me with my laundry."

"Holy crap?" Zhao Ci was puzzled, "But you usually don't even bother with these things, how come today... and she's a stunning beauty?"

Lu Xing thought of Song Yu's beautiful face and said indifferently, "She's alright."

That was absolutely gorgeous. Zhao Ci became interested: "You're smitten?"

Lu Xing was a little annoyed: "Say something useful."

"Is that even a question? She definitely likes you. You didn't actually give her your clothes, did you? Aren't you afraid she—hey!!!"

Lu Xing hung up the phone.

His friend's words matched the thoughts in his mind.

*

When Xie Zhiyan returned to the dormitory, Song Yu had already left, leaving only Lu Xing. He looked away, pushed the melted cake on the table aside, and took out his laptop.

Halfway through booting up, Lu Xing suddenly asked, "Do you have Song Yu's WeChat?"

Xie Zhiyan's fingers on the keyboard curled slightly, and after a moment, he replied, "He doesn't add strangers."

Lu Xing: "..."

Seeing that Xie Zhiyan ignored him, he went out and went directly to Song Yu to ask for it.

The dormitory quieted down, and Xie Zhiyan took his laptop to the upper bunk. He was looking at someone's Weibo account. The person didn't have many followers, the username was "Little Fish," and the profile picture was a goldfish blowing bubbles in the water.

The account was new, but the Weibo posts were numerous, all expressing intense love for one person, even including secretly taken photos.

The subject of the photos was always him.

After receiving the first harassing text message, Xie Zhiyan followed the clues to find this Weibo account. From the content, it was clear that the person frequently stalked and secretly photographed him, and even fantasized about him.

He originally just wanted to find out the identity of this harasser and warn them, but after learning that this person was Song Yu, he suddenly didn't want to do that anymore.

Those passionate words of love gradually changed from perverted to devoted in his eyes.

It turned out that someone really was secretly admiring him from afar.

Unfortunately, Song Yu hasn't messaged him recently. Was she scared off by his last two messages?

Xie Zhiyan also regretted his hasty actions.

But thinking of Zhou Yanming showing off his milk tea, he couldn't help but do something.

Xie Zhiyan scrolled down Weibo, stopping at a certain photo.

The photo was taken at the basketball court, but a section of the boy's calf was visible in the lower right corner.

It was white and slender.

Just as he saved it, someone came into the dormitory.

Lu Xing easily added Song Yu on WeChat under the pretext of "returning the clothes." He didn't have any other intentions; he was just afraid that Song Yu would pester him about washing clothes endlessly. She might even ask everyone for his WeChat, making it public knowledge, so it was better to add her from the beginning.

A moment later, he sent a voice message: "When are you going to take it to the dry cleaners? I'll pay you."

After a while, Song Yu's message finally came: [The laundry detergent doesn't cost much.]

Lu Xing was stunned.

He thought she would take it to the dry cleaners, but she was going to wash it by hand.

Thinking of Song Yu bending over, squeezing by the dormitory sink to wash his clothes… Lu Xing couldn't describe his feelings; it was like being gently scratched by a kitten, unbearably itchy.

Lu Xing sent another voice message: “Whatever.”

Because the commotion was too loud, Xie Zhiyan had to look away from the webpage.

He looked down at Lu Xing, a cold laugh escaping his lips.

An outsider's perspective is clear; this straight man probably couldn't see what he was looking like right now.

The other guy hadn't even done anything yet, and he was already completely smitten. So

stupid.

For a moment, Xie Zhiyan really wanted to take out all the confession text messages Song Yu had sent, to let this idiot know that he was completely out of luck. (

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