11

 Song Yu hadn't heard this nickname in a long time.

"Xiao Yu" was his nickname, which his grandmother and friends liked to call him. Sometimes, when they called him quickly, they would change the tone and call him "Xiao Yu" (Little Fish).

His grandmother said that she hoped he could be as free and happy as a little fish.

However, that was a long time ago.

After regaining his senses, Song Yu walked past the two tall sports students and came to Xie Zhiyan. He reached out and took the key: "Thank you."

Xie Zhiyan smiled and looked around: "Why are there so many people in the dormitory?"

He didn't even want to mention the names of the two people next to him.

Only then did Song Yu recall the second sentence Xie Zhiyan had just said - "I lost the key at my house."

He widened his eyes and exclaimed to 009 in a low voice: [It's over! They know I lied!]

009: ...

It's been almost two minutes before the host reacted.

However, 009 still agreed with his master: [Well, the host can send the protagonist away first and then explain to the other two, otherwise it will cause additional misunderstandings.]

After all, the other two people turned pale in unison upon hearing "Xiao Yu" and "my family. "

Song Yu, realizing her lie had been exposed, became breathless and her voice panicked, yet she tried to appear calm as she urged Xie Zhiyan, "They don't have class today...don't you have class? Hurry up, don't be late!"

Xie Zhiyan's eyes relaxed: "Do you know my schedule?"

The implication was clear: You care about me.

Song Yu, of course, didn't catch on and nodded emphatically.

Lu Xing, whose face had been sour since earlier, couldn't help but scoff coldly: "Art students only have a few classes? The whole school knows that."

Song Yu: "..."

He glanced back and forth between the main characters, noticing their unpleasant expressions, especially Lu Xing, who always had a sour face, now looked like everyone present owed him eight million. Logically, at this point, Lu Xing had already accepted Xie Zhiyan's sexual orientation, and although they weren't together, their relationship had returned to normal.

But now, the situation seemed even worse than before.

Song Yu didn't have the energy to think about these things right now; she was racking her brains trying to figure out how to explain what happened at Xie Zhiyan's house last night to the two of them.

She didn't even notice the tense hostility between the three of them.

"Okay, I'm going to class now." Xie Zhiyan could naturally hear the sourness and jealousy in Lu Xing's tone, and he left the dormitory satisfied.

Sure enough, as soon as he left, Zhou Yanming's shadow loomed over her: "Spent the night at Xie Zhiyan's house last night?"

The boy leaned in close to speak, his breath brushing against Song Yu's cheek, making her feel numb and itchy. Song Yu felt guilty and hadn't figured out how to explain, so she could only keep her head down.

"Why did you lie?" Zhou Yanming's tone was devoid of warmth. "You've been with me for so long, you're bored, aren't you?"

"Do you know how many times I called you last night?"

Song Yu felt her chin being forcefully pinched, and then her face was forced up—right into Zhou Yanming's eyes.

Dark, cold, gloomy, and filled with hostility.

It was completely different from usual.

Whether it was Zhou Yanming's cold tone or his delicate skin, Song Yu's nose slowly stung, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He bit his lower lip, desperately trying to hold back, but the overwhelming feeling of grievance kept surging up.

"Drip"—a

large tear rolled down, landing on the back of Zhou Yanming's hand.

Zhou Yanming's heart skipped a beat.

The tear felt like it was melting against his skin. All the frustration of not being able to find him all night and the jealousy of knowing Song Yu had spent the night at another man's house and then lying were thrown to the back of his mind. All Zhou Yanming wanted to do now was comfort him.

He wanted to wipe Song Yu's tears, but was afraid that the calluses on his hands would hurt him, so he fumbled around.

"I was wrong…it's all my fault." The boy stared helplessly at Song Yu, watching the tear-streaked, curled eyelashes. So

beautiful.

Even crying was beautiful.

Zhou Yanming didn't know why he could be thinking about these things at a time like this.

But besides pity, he actually…wanted to see Song Yu cry.

"Like a pervert,"

Zhou Yanming cursed himself inwardly.

Luckily, Lu Xing pulled a wet wipe from the table in time. He was about to hand it to Song Yu, but after hesitating for a moment, he wiped her tears himself.

He had never done this before, and his movements were a little stiff.

Especially since Song Yu's skin was exceptionally soft, he could feel it even through the tissue.

The two tall, muscular athletes surrounded the delicate little boy, wiping away his tears and apologizing, before finally getting him to speak again.

"It seems like someone was following me, I was very scared. After running away, I met Xie Zhiyan."

"It was very late, so I stayed at his house."

"I didn't mean to lie."

Song Yu sniffed, his eyes still pink at the corners, his voice muffled and aggrieved.

The idiot had been forced to tell many lies.

But when he was aggrieved, he could only tell the truth.

Zhou Yanming and Lu Xing hadn't expected this to happen either, their expressions immediately turned serious, and they asked Song Yu for more details.

“He was right behind me, walking and stopping, I could only hear his footsteps, it was too dark around…” Song Yu looked at the two of them, “I saw his shadow, his hair was short, he must be a man…”

“Were there any other people around?”

“No.”

Zhou Yanming immediately found the key: “It’s very likely someone who knows you.”

Song Yu was stunned: “Why…why?”

“He’s tall and strong, he wouldn’t have followed you for so long before catching you.” Lu Xing stared at Song Yu’s eyes, which had become dull with doubt, “His purpose was to scare you and watch you run away.”

“He wouldn’t do that if he wasn’t someone he knew.”

“He only had his fill when you were exhausted.”

Song Yu couldn’t help but tremble, her eyelashes drooping, shaking uncontrollably.

There were no surveillance cameras in the alleys near that neighborhood, Lu Xing knew this very well, his expression was serious: “Did he do anything else? Did you hear his voice?”

“He laughed…but I can’t remember the sound.” Song Yu remembered that the other person’s soft laughter seemed to come through a layer of cloth, muffled, and indistinct.

Both of their faces were cold enough to drip water. After a moment, Lu Xing asked again, "Did he touch you?"

Song Yu immediately replied, "No..."

But Lu Xing simply couldn't believe it.

Without even thinking about it, would such a pervert release someone after getting his hands on them without doing anything?

He must have tasted the benefits.

His voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, urgently saying, "I said touch, that's it—"

"I know..." Song Yu interrupted him, both embarrassed and anxious, loosening her lips which she had been biting tightly since earlier, "No."

"I only heard his footsteps, and he laughed, that's all I know."

Lu Xing stared blankly at the boy's flushed face for a while before looking away, not saying anything more.

Afterwards, Zhou Yanming asked a few more questions, and Song Yu's dependence on the two of them grew stronger. The panic and fear from a while ago made him take out his phone.

*

Originally, Song Yu thought that having more people know would make him less afraid, but he didn't expect to be squeezed between the two of them, staring at the spam text messages on his phone together.

The phone screen was small, and Lu Xing and Zhou Yanming, being tall and long-legged, had to squeeze together to see clearly.

Song Yu felt that both sides suddenly became very crowded, his arms pressed tightly against the two of them, making it difficult to even move.

The air seemed to thin.

Pink knuckles slowly slid down the screen, messages one after another.

[Baby, your collar is so low.] 【

Your light blue shirt looks so cute today.】

【You're so cute.】

【I like you so much.】

…

Song Yu found it hard to describe the feeling—being carefully read by two friends he was fairly close to by harassing text messages from a stranger.

He was so embarrassed that his whole body flushed, and he tensed his toes on his slippers.

“Have you…have you finished looking?”

Song Yu mustered his courage to speak, and only then did the two look away, their expressions unusually cold.

Lu Xing ground his back teeth. Song Yu was being harassed by these disgusting and vulgar words. He was clearly angry, but his body was still uncontrollably getting hot.

He ignored them and awkwardly hummed in agreement.

Zhou Yanming frowned tightly, pressing his Adam's apple down: “Looks like it’s him.”

He reached out and swiped the screen to the message about the “blue shirt,” glancing at the date it was sent.

He remembered that Song Yu had been with the team all day that day.

Zhou Yanming asked suspiciously: “Someone from the team?”

Lu Xing said coldly: “Call the police.”

Zhou Yanming agreed.

Fearing that the text messages he had sent to Xie Zhiyan would be discovered and the storyline would end prematurely, Song Yu made up various excuses to refuse.

The two ultimately didn't call the police, but stipulated that Song Yu should stay with them at all times during this period, and if the other party sent any more messages, he shouldn't open them, but simply give them his phone.

Song Yu instantly felt much more at ease and nodded, "Thank you."

The morning passed just like that. Song Yu's mind was a mess, and he was so tired he felt like collapsing. He prepared to change his clothes and rest for a while.

Lu Xing was about to return to his dormitory when he suddenly turned around and asked, "What did you wear to bed last night?"

The question made Zhou Yanming stand up straight and look at Song Yu.

Under their intense gazes, Song Yu slowly replied, "Xie Zhiyan's clothes."

"Where did you sleep?"

"The sofa." Song Yu could sense that Lu Xing's expression was a little strange and asked, "...What's wrong?"

The boy's eyes were light brown, and when he looked directly at him, he was innocent and charming.

He thought it was because Lu Xing thought he wasn't clean enough, wearing the same clothes for two days in a row. Just as he was about to explain that he had washed and dried his clothes last night, the next moment—

"It should be fine." Lu Xing opened his mouth, then continued, "But I still have to remind you, there are security cameras in Xie Zhiyan's living room." (

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