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 When Zhou Yanming returned to his residence, Lu Xing and another boy from another school had already finished training and returned.

Lu Xing leaned back in his chair, staring intently at his phone. Zhou Yanming was too lazy to look at him and was about to take a shower. He went to the balcony to collect his clothes, stood there for a while, and then his expression suddenly changed.

"Where are my clothes?" Zhou Yanming threw the clothes rack back against the wall with a "bang" and rushed to Lu Xing.

Lu Xing glanced at him casually: "Talk to me?"

Zhou Yanming's face darkened.

The other boy had gotten along well with Zhou Yanming recently, and seeing that there was a tendency to quarrel, he immediately stepped in to break it up: "What's wrong? We're all classmates, let's talk things out, don't get angry."

Zhou Yanming frowned, remained silent for a moment, and said to Lu Xing: "I'm too lazy to talk to you, give me back my clothes."

Lu Xing then put down his phone, smirked, and said jokingly: "Are those your clothes?"

Zhou Yanming's expression immediately changed: "What did you say?"

The boy was confused. Zhou Yanming is usually a very easygoing person, so why is he so angry today?

He didn't dare interrupt.

"I said, is that clothing yours? Why did you secretly bring Song Yu's clothes here?" Lu Xing scoffed. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"You like playing this game? It's disgusting."

One sentence seemed to hit a nerve with Zhou Yanming.

He had indeed brought the clothes specifically

to hide it from Song Yu.

He knew the boy's slow and careless nature; even if a piece of clothing was missing, he wouldn't notice immediately. Originally, he was just afraid of missing Song Yu too much, so he secretly brought a piece of clothing and placed it by his bedside, hoping to smell its fragrance every day.

But the faint scent lingered around his nose, easily arousing his desires.

"Xie Zhiyan has been living very close to your little Song Yu lately."

"They eat and go to class together."

"Come back soon, or your pretty roommate will be kidnapped!"

Already suffering from lovesickness, Zhou Yanming had nowhere to vent his frustration after receiving such a call. And just then, Lu Xing exposed his most unspeakable secret.

His expression gradually darkened, his eyes becoming dark and deep, and he said coldly, word by word, "Give me back my clothes."

*

Song Yu came out of the dormitory building and stopped in the small garden: [009, how about we finish our group assignment here?]

009: [Are you going to finish it on the bench?]

Song Yu nodded: [What do you think?]

009: [Your behavior is 80% similar to that of a homeless person on the street.]

Song Yu: [...]

Song Yu was a little annoyed: [Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?]

009 replied seriously: [No, host. You forgot, your physical condition is grade C, and you're not suitable for staying under the scorching sun for a long time.]

Song Yu's face fell.

In such a big school, there was nowhere for him to stay.

He had wanted to take his assignment to the library to finish it, but Xie Zhiyan had already saved a seat for him on the third floor and sent a message ten minutes ago.

Song Yu didn't reply to the message, nor did he intend to stay with him.

He didn't know if all men in relationships acted this way, but Xie Zhiyan was being overly clingy. Every time they were together, Xie Zhiyan would stare at him, his eyes frighteningly dark.

Although the progress bar hadn't regressed yet, this was too detrimental to the plot's development.

Song Yu's mind was a mess. After discussing it with 009, he decided to go to the library.

But only to the second floor.

He guessed Xie Zhiyan wouldn't find him.

It was hot outside, and Song Yu was slightly out of breath after climbing the stairs. He entered the reading room to find a seat. There were quite a few people inside, with two or three empty seats left. He found a seat in a corner.

The boy next to him was sleeping on the table. Song Yu quietly moved the chair, and just as he put his bag down and sat down, he heard the person next to him whisper, "Song Yu?"

Song Yu looked up and glanced at the fierce-looking, dark-skinned boy. After a few seconds of thought, he finally remembered the other person's name.

"Chen Yue..."

The reading room was quiet, and Song Yu tried to keep his voice down.

This caused his already weak voice to sound as if it came from his throat, with a slightly alluring nasal tone.

Chen Yue hadn't expected to see Song Yu here, after all, Zhou Yanming was usually inseparable from him, like a dog afraid of being abandoned.

Seeing Song Yu alone now, he suddenly remembered Zhou Yanming's special training away from school.

Chen Yue rarely came to the library, and recently he had only come because of his makeup exams. When he arrived, he would just lie on the table and slack off. But before he could fall asleep, he smelled a fragrance next to him.

This fragrance was very special; he had smelled it once and never forgotten it.

He didn't know if Song Yu had just come in from outside, but there were fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his fragrance had become stronger. Chen Yue took a deep breath, took his phone, went out and bought a pack of wet wipes from the vending machine, then quickly returned to his seat and handed it to Song Yu.

Song Yu looked up, somewhat puzzled.

Chen Yue's heart was pounding: "...Wipe your sweat."

"Thank you." Song Yu took the wet wipes.

Chen Yue wanted to say something more to Song Yu, but seeing that the boy had already opened his book, he didn't dare to speak rashly. He changed his usual carefree posture, straightened his back, and pretended to stare at the textbook.

However, after a few seconds, his gaze shifted slightly, landing on Song Yu's small, fair, and beautiful profile.

About five minutes later, Song Yu's phone on the table vibrated twice. Afraid of disturbing others, he immediately put it on silent.

The two messages were undoubtedly from Xie Zhiyan.

As always, they were concise.

【Where are you?】

【Song Yu.】

After that day, Xie Zhiyan changed his address to "Xiao Yu". Calling him by his full name like this proved that the other party was angry.

Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly, and his face turned a little pale.

Chen Yue also saw it: "What's wrong?"

Song Yu shook his head: "Nothing..."

He put his phone face down on the table and didn't look at it again. But the light in the gap kept flickering.

A while later, Chen Yue heard footsteps behind him. Being a shooting enthusiast, he was sensitive to sound. Turning around, he saw Xie Zhiyan.

Xie Zhiyan's expression was colder than usual. He glanced at Chen Yue, his already indifferent brow furrowing slightly. Turning away, he approached Song Yu and called out in a low voice, "Song Yu."

Song Yu hesitated, then guiltily looked away upon seeing him.

"Come out, let's talk." Xie Zhiyan's face was grim. He grabbed Song Yu's wrist forcefully.

Song Yu bit her lip, her calf muscles tensing slightly.

Chen Yue stopped him: "Why should I listen to you? Didn't you see he didn't want to?"

Xie Zhiyan stared at Chen Yue for a few seconds,

a cold laugh running through his mind.

Another dog clinging to Song Yu, impossible to shoo away.

He ignored Chen Yue, and after sensing the boy's slight struggle, whispered in his ear, "If you don't come with me, I'll kiss you right here."

Song Yu's back stiffened, and he obediently let Xie Zhiyan take his hand.

Once in the corridor, Xie Zhiyan cornered him, the boy leaning close, his body stern: "Why didn't you reply to my messages?"

Song Yu pursed his lips, remaining silent.

He hadn't yet come up with a suitable excuse.

A moment of silence fell. Just when Song Yu thought Xie Zhiyan would impatiently start a fight, the other suddenly spoke: "Did I do something wrong?"

Song Yu was stunned.

He hadn't expected Xie Zhiyan to start by questioning his own actions.

This made him feel even more guilty.

But… he still wanted to be the bad guy. He could

use this opportunity to break up.

Song Yu tilted his head back, feigning a fierce expression: "Of course you were wrong!"

Xie Zhiyan wasn't angry: "Where?"

Song Yu fell silent.

From any perspective, as a novice in dating, Xie Zhiyan had done a good job. Song Yu couldn't find a reason for a moment, except... except... Song Yu couldn't care less about that anymore, and forced himself to suppress his shame: "You, you always take so long to kiss."

"And you don't even know how to kiss."

"My lips are sore from all you've done."

Saying he didn't know how to kiss was probably the best way to hurt a man's self-esteem. At least, if Song Yu himself were said that to him, he would definitely be furious.

So he guessed that Xie Zhiyan probably wouldn't tolerate him anymore.

However, after a long while, he finally heard the other person speak in a calm voice.

"I will change."

"I will try my best to make you comfortable."

Song Yu: "..."

He was embarrassed by these words and didn't know what to say. Finally, he was belatedly led back to his seat in the reading room by Xie Zhiyan's hand.

Xie Zhiyan deftly packed up Song Yu's textbooks, not even glancing at the person next to him. Chen Yue's gaze lingered on Song Yu's face, hesitant to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

The two didn't stay in the library but returned to their dormitory.

After Song Yu quietly finished his group assignment, his phone suddenly rang.

It was a voice call from Zhou Yanming.

After answering, Zhou Yanming asked about his recent situation and mentioned that he was very tired from training.

Song Yu usually received a lot of care from him, and now he wanted to reciprocate, but fearing he might go off-topic, he could only politely ask, "What do you want to eat? Can you get it over there?"

On the other end, Zhou Yanming's heart trembled slightly.

He was deeply moved, yet also disgusted with himself for having such dirty desires.

The tall PE student lowered his head, burying his face deeply in the boy's lightly scented white T-shirt, concealing the bruise at the corner of his mouth.

"I did something bad..."

Zhou Yanming's voice was muffled, and Song Yu didn't hear him clearly: "What?"

There was a pause on the other end, then he changed his words: "...Nothing."

The slow-witted boy hadn't even had time to make any expression when he felt his earlobe being bitten hard and punishingly from behind.

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