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Song Yu used to live in a dormitory where boys would often get together to watch movies or something, but Zhou Yanming never seemed to do that.
His life was very simple; he only went to class and played basketball.
So when Zhou Yanming said those words, he was completely surprised.
The corridor was quiet.
The tall shadow completely enveloped the boy, and from a certain angle, they looked like they were tightly embracing.
In the end, Zhou Yanming was the first to react.
The boy frowned, scratching his hair in annoyance, as if wondering if what he had said earlier had gone too far or affected his pure image in front of his roommates. Only then did he answer Song Yu's question: "As for me, I wouldn't kiss someone I don't like."
Song Yu hummed softly.
Zhou Yanming leaned down to look at Song Yu. The boy's face was flushed, even his eyelids were pink. He stared at him, lost in thought, before trying to salvage the situation: "Anyway, a little lip-touching isn't much... no—a little lip-touching is a kind of kiss, but it's usually not just a quick touch of the lips, there's usually something else."
Song Yu felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare to continue the discussion, quickly ending the topic: "Thank you... you seem quite experienced."
Zhou Yanming panicked, his tone several decibels higher than before: "I have no experience! I've never even held hands, my first kiss and first time are all gone!"
Song Yu didn't understand why Zhou Yanming would reveal such private matters to him, and he didn't really want to know. But he still forced a soft "hmm."
[Heh.]
Song Yu: "?"
Song Yu felt that 009's laughter was a little strange: [What's wrong?]
009: [Nothing.]
Song Yu changed the subject: "The training ground hasn't lost power again, has it?"
"Yeah."
The two walked back side by side. Song Yu was still curious about Xie Zhiyan's reaction to being kissed, but she didn't dare ask openly, "Has everyone continued training?"
Zhou Yanming thought Song Yu was still bothered by the teasing, "They won't chat if they have something to do. They like to joke around anyway."
He leaned down and glanced at Song Yu's small patch of fair cheek, staring at it for a moment before unable to look away.
"Maybe it's because you're too pretty, it's easy to attract everyone's attention."
"Me too."
Song Yu was distracted and didn't take such a confession-like remark to heart.
Neither of them spoke again, both preoccupied with their own thoughts. Back at the training ground, Xie Zhiyan wasn't there. Song Yu asked around and learned that he had gone to the locker room to shower.
He probably felt disgusted after being kissed.
Song Yu sat in his seat for an unknown amount of time before Xie Zhiyan returned. He greeted him and sat down next to him. The boy's hair was half-wet, and the scent of cool mint wafted from him faintly.
"Here you go."
Song Yu turned around, and Xie Zhiyan was handing him a bottle of mineral water with the cap already unscrewed.
"Thank you..."
Xie Zhiyan's face showed no abnormality, but perhaps he was already observing the people around him
—until he found the pervert who had stolen his kiss.
Song Yu pursed his lips and reached out to take the water. After accidentally touching Xie Zhiyan's fingers, he shivered from the cold.
Xie Zhiyan was so cold; had he washed with cold water?
Song Yu couldn't help but remind him, "You'll catch a cold if you don't dry your hair like this."
"Is that so?" Xie Zhiyan casually wiped his hair a couple of times with the towel in his hand, seemingly not knowing how to take care of himself.
Perhaps out of guilt, Song Yu, who didn't like touching others, stood up and held out his palm to Xie Zhiyan, "Let me help you dry."
The boy's strength was very light, the kind of strength Xie Zhiyan had imagined—he could easily grab the wrist and there was no way to resist.
The two faced each other, one standing and one sitting, the usually tall boy having to look up at the other. He silently ground his back teeth, his gaze lingering on those two soft, light-colored lips.
Song Yu's lips were beautifully shaped and pink. Judging from his awkward, stolen kiss earlier, it must have been his first time kissing someone.
Xie Zhiyan's heart fluttered at the conclusion that it was his first time, and his usually aloof eyes lit up with joy.
Song Yu noticed Xie Zhiyan's expression as well.
It reminded him of the big yellow dog he used to pet at his grandmother's house when he was a child. When petting it, it would squint its eyes, expose its belly, and be completely harmless.
After drying Xie Zhiyan's hair, Song Yu felt a little less guilty.
Xie Zhiyan smiled and said "thank you" before being called back to training.
Song Yu watched the game for a while, then realized his phone was dead, so he got up and went to the locker room to get a charger. Not far away, Zhou Yanming, with a cold face, tossed the basketball, perfectly sinking a three-pointer, and then followed him out of the training field.
*
Song Yu picked up the charger and asked 009 if there would be any similar missions in the future. He didn't want to do this kind of sneaky kissing again.
[Original plot: You and the protagonist only have this one intimate encounter.] Song
Yu: [Is there no more mission after this?]
009: [You also need to find out where the protagonist lives, and bully the protagonist's pursuers and other protagonists' suitors.]
"..."
Even if Song Yu was unhappy, he could only accept it, after all, the points had already been deposited solidly into his little treasure trove.
Just as he was complaining to 009, Zhou Yanming came in, walked to his side, and opened the wardrobe to get a towel.
Song Yu looked up: "Are you done training?"
"Not yet." Zhou Yanming's voice was devoid of any emotion, "How was my three-pointer just now?"
"Ah...very good."
Song Yu had been drying Xie Zhiyan's hair and hadn't even looked at the court, so he could only give a perfunctory answer.
Zhou Yanming didn't say anything more.
Song Yu subconsciously felt that his mood was off, but he also thought that the other party was just tired. He was just about to grab the charger and leave so that the other party could rest properly, but then he was pressed on the shoulder.
Zhou Yanming leaned closer: "You seem to not know how to refuse people."
W-what?
Before Song Yu could speak, Zhou Yanming continued, "You know how bad men can be these days. In the future, if someone makes unreasonable demands, you can refuse. Don't let them take advantage of you."
Song Yu roughly understood—the other man seemed to think he was stupid.
He frowned, "Of course I know, I'm not stupid."
Zhou Yanming stared at the boy's slightly unhappy expression. His fair, jade-like face was smooth and alluring.
This guy isn't stupid?
Washing men's clothes, drying men's hair...
Men, men, why are all the men around Song Yu so lewd? Always thinking about seducing other people's roommates.
Zhou Yanming didn't say anything more, telling Song Yu to wait until he changed before they left together.
He initially intended to go into the inner cubicle, but then, remembering something, he took off his shirt in front of Song Yu instead.
The muscles in his arms and back were also more taut than usual.
*
After spending the entire night at the training ground, Song Yu hadn't witnessed any crucial plot developments.
The two not only made no progress in their relationship, but they hadn't even exchanged a single word.
However, this didn't seem to affect the world's plot progression.
It was getting late, and everyone gradually returned home. Zhou Yanming, worried that Song Yu might be tired, also left earlier than usual.
On the way, 009 issued a new mission: send a text message to Xie Zhiyan apologizing and being asked for a selfie.
009: [You only need to send the text message to complete the mission; whether the other party sends a photo or not doesn't count. Completing it before 11 PM will earn you 700 points.]
Having experienced tonight's ordeal, Song Yu's mental fortitude had become exceptionally strong.
However, just as the two arrived at the dormitory entrance, sounds came from inside.
“This is so unlucky.”
“What a lousy room!”
Zhou Yanming pushed open the door: “What happened?”
One of his dark-skinned roommates pointed to the ceiling: “It seems the tap upstairs wasn’t turned off, and it’s made our wall leak.”
Zhou Yanming looked up, and indeed, water had started to seep from a corner of the ceiling, slowly dripping onto Song Yu’s bed.
“We’ve already reported it for repairs, but it’s a pity about Song Yu’s blanket; it was soaked when we found out. Why don’t you just squeeze in with us tonight?”
Another roommate kindly said, “I’m pretty thin, so maybe Song Yu can squeeze in with me.”
“You grind your teeth and talk in your sleep, go sleep by yourself.” Zhou Yanming directly shooed the other two away, then said to Song Yu, “Sleep with me tonight.”
Song Yu wasn’t very familiar with the others, and had no other choice. He nodded.
Zhou Yanming’s tone had an almost imperceptible upward inflection: “Go take a shower first, I’ll get your blanket down for you.”
Song Yu was already used to being taken care of, so he grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom.
Zhou Yanming climbed onto Song Yu's bed, and almost as soon as he lifted the covers, he smelled the fragrance inside, the same scent Song Yu usually had.
His movements slowed, his face involuntarily wanting to get closer.
This was Song Yu's usual blanket, so soft and fragrant, even the damp spots smelled sweet.
The basketball team was full of burly guys, and they would often get together and discuss all sorts of things. Words like "so much water" and "soft" mingled with the sounds of the shower and the fragrance from the bed, creating a jumbled mess in Zhou Yanming's mind.
*
When Song Yu came out after showering, the bed was already completely made.
He must have been busy, because the veins on Zhou Yanming's forehead and neck were bulging.
Song Yu immediately urged him to take a shower.
The other two roommates were already on their beds, each playing on their phones, and Zhou Yanming went into the bathroom. While no one was around, Song Yu took out his phone from the drawer, thinking about how to threaten Xie Zhiyan.
He leaned on the table and sent him a message apologetically—
【I only wanted to kiss your cheek.】
【Sorry.】 【
Are you angry?】
【If you're not angry, can you take a selfie and send it to me?】
【I won't tell anyone about this.】
009: …
009: 【Host, these two sentences together sound like a threat.】
Song Yu said "Oh" in surprise: 【But that's not what I meant, otherwise I'll change it—】
009 sounded at the right time: 【Mission accomplished.】
But it wanted to remind its naive host—Xie Zhiyan couldn't wait for the whole world to know that he lost his first kiss.
Song Yu was very satisfied and was about to put away his phone when his palm was shaken. He
opened it— Song Yu,
who thought he would be insulted by Xie Zhiyan, was stunned.
It was a photo. The photo didn't show his face, he was shirtless, and he didn't have the exaggerated inverted triangle body shape, but rather broad shoulders and a narrow waist, smooth lines, and even his V-line was very clear.
In addition to the photo, there was a text message.
【Don't tell anyone.】
【I'll send you whatever you want to see.】
It seems that he really thinks he is threatening… Song Yu didn't know what to feel for a moment.
009 wanted to add a mosaic to the photo, but the system automatically issued a message: [Side quest triggered.]
Song Yu waited a minute, but there was no follow-up: [What quest? Why aren't you saying anything?]
009 really didn't want to speak.
But it couldn't go against its duty.
Finally, it issued the quest: [Save the protagonist's photo, 800 points.]
Song Yu looked down and clicked on the larger image.
It looked clearer now.
Although saving this kind of picture on his phone was a bit embarrassing, he couldn't go against the points.
Besides, he was an adult.
Song Yu successfully convinced himself. Just as he clicked save, a voice rang in his ear: "You like this kind?"
Song Yu was so startled that he almost dropped his phone and immediately turned around.
Zhou Yanming was only wrapped in a bath towel, his body covered in water vapor, and both his expression and tone carried a sour disdain: "This kind looks terrible." (
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