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Zhou Yanming's voice wasn't quiet, and the other two in the dormitory heard it too, so they all poked their heads out from their beds.
"What's okay or not?"
"What are you looking at? Share it."
Song Yu saw everyone looking at him and was so scared that he immediately turned off his phone: "It's just... spam text messages, I've already deleted them!"
The boy's voice was drawn out when he got anxious, complaining to Zhou Yanming like a spoiled child: "Why did you wash so fast?"
"How could I?" Zhou Yanming said casually, "I ran out of shower gel."
The steam from the boy's body was hitting Song Yu's face, so he stepped back a little, wanting to get rid of him quickly, and took his own from the shelf and handed it to him: "Use mine first."
Zhou Yanming was a little stunned when he took it, and only went into the bathroom after being urged by the boy several times.
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door locking, Song Yu dared to take out his phone, quickly clicked save, and then put it in the drawer and locked it. He sat on the chair and waited for more than ten minutes. Zhou Yanming hadn't finished washing yet, so he went to bed first.
Zhou Yanming had changed into a new four-piece bedding set, which smelled freshly dried. Song Yu tried lying on it; it was neither too soft nor too firm, quite comfortable.
He buried his face in the pillow: [Zhou Yanming is so nice.]
009 gave a perfunctory "hmm" and didn't say anything else.
Unable to go to sleep early, Song Yu felt bored, so he got up to play games.
His slender, soft body was encased in a loose white T-shirt and shorts, a section of his fair calf exposed to the air along the edge of the bed, his toes tightly pressed together, tensing or relaxing depending on the intensity of the game.
The bones in his ankles protruded, revealing very fine veins.
It was the pinkish area on his body where pigment easily accumulates.
This was the scene Zhou Yanming saw when he came out of the bathroom.
He was a little dizzy from the white, but couldn't help staring at it.
Finally, he finished the game, and Song Yu wanted to stretch, but felt his ankle being tightly gripped, followed by a bite on his calf. He was terrified, letting out a soft gasp, and instinctively kicked at the other person, not even knowing where he kicked in his panic.
Only after recognizing Zhou Yanming did he exclaim in surprise, "What...what are you doing?"
Before the other could answer, Song Yu felt a shadow looming over him.
Zhou Yanming moved quickly, sitting down in front of Song Yu a few seconds later. The dormitory room was small, with only single beds, and with a tall, long-legged athlete like him, there wasn't much room left.
Realizing this, Song Yu felt a little strange and tried to back away, but his wrist was held down.
Zhou Yanming glanced at Song Yu's calf—the spot where he had bitten earlier had a shallow tooth mark.
Satisfied, he questioned the boy so close to him, "Looking at those again?"
Song Yu's expression was blank for a moment, then his cheeks flushed red with anger, "Who looked!"
Then, as if to save face, he added, "If you want, I'll send them to you."
After all, the other person was Xie Zhiyan.
Zhou Yanming stared at Song Yu's face: "I don't like that kind of thing."
Song Yu was still angry and didn't want to talk about this with him: "Then why did you bite me?"
He was even more annoying than usual.
The boy's face was fair/pink, and his eyes were squinted because of his temper.
Zhou Yanming thought of the kick Song Yu had given him in the face earlier.
If it were anyone else, he would have been disgusted, or rather, most people wouldn't even have the chance to step on his face, but when Song Yu kicked him, he even felt a strange sense of pleasure.
After regaining his senses, he released Song Yu's wrist and gently coaxed, "Then bite me back?"
Song Yu said "Ah," and then felt that he had made a big deal out of nothing.
Maybe it was because he knew that Zhou Yanming was too good to him, so he unconsciously became spoiled.
"No, no need." Song Yu didn't care about the bite he had just received and urged, "Let's go to sleep."
Zhou Yanming hummed in agreement, and the two moved towards the head of the bed.
No matter how thin Song Yu was, it was hard for him not to bump into the other person. At first, he was careful, trying to stay close to the wall, but then he got sleepy and stopped caring, eventually falling asleep peacefully.
*
When he woke up the next day, no one was beside him.
Song Yu glanced at the time; it was only a little past six. He wasn't sleepy, so he got out of bed to wash up at the sink. The bathroom door opened just then, and Zhou Yanming came out, his hair wet, looking like he had just showered.
"Didn't sleep well?" The boy had obvious dark circles under his eyes and looked listless. Song Yu asked him, "Did I disturb you?"
Zhou Yanming shook his head.
He didn't tell him that he hadn't slept all night, nor did he tell him what he had done in the bathroom.
The two didn't have classes in the morning, so they went to the dormitory manager to inquire about the repair status. The manager said that they had already called a worker, but it would probably take three or four days to come and fix it.
"Then I'll squeeze in with you for a few more days," Zhou Yanming thought for a moment, "What if it leaks again?"
Song Yu didn't want to trouble Zhou Yanming, but he had no other choice, so he nodded.
Fortunately,
there haven't been any missions these past few days, but the progress bar is slowly increasing.
Song Yu realized that building a good relationship with Zhou Yanming was the right choice. Both Xie Zhiyan and Lu Xing seemed willing to spend time with Zhou Yanming, even sitting together in class.
And the plot seemed to be developing positively.
Sometimes when Song Yu asked Xie Zhiyan a question, Zhou Yanming and Lu Xing would tease each other, saying they knew the answer too and he could ask them later.
[They've started getting jealous of the main character!]
009 was silent for a few seconds, then finally hummed in agreement.
The day after Song Yu moved back to his own bed, a mission came up.
It was a crucial plot point—he disguised himself as a volunteer and sneaked into the basketball team's rest area, trying to secretly photograph the main character, but was caught by the main character. He managed to get away with it by quickly deleting the photos, and afterwards only dared to take pictures on the basketball court.
Song Yu felt a little apprehensive thinking about Lu Xing's sullen face.
009: [Just make the other party think you're not photographing the main character, and the mission is successful, 1500 points.] On the day of the finals, Song
Yu was given a good spot by Zhou Yanming. The male students from the sports major were all exceptionally fit, leading by a wide margin in the first half.
Each team had their own rest area, and meals were delivered by volunteers. Song Yu wanted to help carry water, but everyone stopped him, vying to lift the bottles he was supposed to carry. Song Yu could only share the snacks he brought, but everyone seemed quite hungry, and they were all gone before Zhou Yanming and his team even got any.
Zhou Yanming chuckled, pulling the busy young man back to his side, and said, "You little ingrate, I'm so good to you, what about mine?"
Looking at his empty bag, Song Yu comforted him, "There's another bag in the dorm, you can have it all."
Zhou Yanming nodded, raising his voice, "Oh, give me the whole bag!"
Everyone: "???"
It has to be said, it's really childish.
However, some people are already secretly jealous.
Song Yu sat obediently until Zhou Yanming was called away by the teacher before daring to take out his phone. Since there were no specific requirements on what kind of photos to take, he just randomly took a picture straight ahead and turned off the screen. He didn't even open it to look at it, and waited with his head down for the protagonist to come to him.
009 would remind him of the protagonist's location so that he could delete the photos easily.
[He's coming soon.]
[Ten seconds left.]
Song Yu listened to the countdown and slowly took out his phone. As soon as he unlocked it, a cold voice came from in front of him: "Are you taking pictures of me?" Song Yu
was stunned and looked up—
Lu Xing was standing there with a cold, handsome face, his lips tightly pursed.
How, how could it be so fast? Wasn't there still ten seconds left?
Song Yu called out 009 several times, but the system seemed to have crashed.
Seemingly not wanting to waste words, Lu Xing spoke again, "What did you take a picture of just now?"
Song Yu had just snapped a picture casually, confident and unafraid, and handed over his phone directly: "I kept them all for later use. I didn't take a picture of you. See for yourself."
Lu Xing took the phone, opened the photo album, and stared at the photo for a moment. Then, he stared at Song Yu's flushed face: "Keeping them for later use?"
Song Yu didn't notice Lu Xing's slightly hoarse voice and unnatural expression, and gave a heavy "Mmm."
Lu Xing lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and simply handed the phone back. Song Yu took it, the screen still on that photo. He looked down—
it captured several people, with Lu Xing on the far right leaning against the wall, casually lifting his jersey to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Even his abs were clearly visible.
Song Yu: "..."
He stammered for a long time, not knowing how to explain, and finally could only lower his eyes and accept his bad luck.
When Zhou Yanming returned, he saw Lu Xing standing in front of Song Yu. A sense of crisis surged up, and he subtly blocked Song Yu with his body: "What are you doing?" An undercurrent of
tension simmered.
Whether it was the pleasure of being secretly photographed by a handsome young man, or jealousy of another man's display of possessiveness, Lu Xing, who always thought provocation was childish, suddenly chuckled: "Nothing."
"Song Yu just wanted to take pictures of me, so I came here specifically to let him take clear pictures, didn't I?"
Zhou Yanming was taken aback.
But he managed to maintain his composure, his voice stiff: "Go back and rest after you're done. There's a competition this afternoon."
Lu Xing didn't speak, glancing at Song Yu before leaving.
Zhou Yanming took Song Yu's hand and moved to a more distant spot. A while later, 009 appeared: [Mission Complete.]
Song Yu knew there was a reason for its disappearance and didn't blame it, only quietly complaining about the photos.
"You took pictures for him?" Zhou Yanming suddenly asked.
Song Yu was startled and immediately snapped back to reality, remaining silent.
He himself wanted to forget about it as soon as possible, and he didn't want to mention it to Zhou Yanming.
Silence meant acquiescence. Zhou Yanming thought of how the boy had only taken pictures of him before, and his voice was muffled like that of a jealous husband: "What did you take pictures of? Let me see."
Song Yu replied perfunctorily: "Nothing... Let's eat."
Although Zhou Yanming's expression wasn't very happy, he didn't ask any more questions, opened the lunchbox for him, and broke the chopsticks apart. Song Yu lowered his head
and slowly chewed his food. Just when he thought the matter was completely over, Zhou Yanming suddenly spoke again—
"You seem to be very interested in other men lately." Song Yu was stunned and looked to the side.
Zhou Yanming: "You've been taking pictures of Lu Xing and looking at those kinds of pictures. Do you really like abs? I actually—"
"I didn't—I don't like them!" Song Yu's earlobes turned bright red from the provocation, interrupting the other's sentence. Zhou Yanming's lips moved, but in the end, he didn't say anything and continued eating with his head down. His hurt appearance made Song Yu feel very guilty.
Zhou Yanming had always taken good care of him and shouldn't have spoken so loudly. The boy softened his voice and leaned closer to explain, "I didn't take any pictures of Lu Xing. I took them by accident. I'll delete them."
"And the previous photos, I don't like that type." "Don't be sad. I'll watch your game this afternoon and take pictures of you."
Song Yu wanted to say something more, but received an OOC warning, so she shut up. Those few words were enough to appease Zhou Yanming. The tall basketball captain relaxed his brows and helped the boy next to him tear open a yogurt bag. No one noticed Xie Zhiyan's face, which was dark and gloomy.
* Because she was caught once, Song Yu's harassment would subside for a while. In the afternoon, all she needed to do was take pictures of the protagonist on the court.
With about ten minutes left before the game, Song Yu obediently sat in her seat, waiting for 009's mission to be released before taking out her phone. Before she could even open the camera, her phone vibrated.
A message popped up. Song Yu thought it was some important notification. However, when she opened it, it was from an unknown number— [Baby, don't wear your collar so low.]
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