023. The Understanding Sister
The sound of Wang Jie’s snoring filled the air, and Ning Chu could feel Wen Yang tossing and turning on the bed frame.
Lying flat on his back, Ning Chu stared blankly at the dormitory ceiling, his mind a whirlpool of chaotic thoughts.
“A bunch of flirtatious foxes are still trying to hit on Wen Yang. If this isn’t resolved, Wen Yang could end up being free for the taking at any moment.”
“Zhang Shaoqing went off to confess his feelings only to get rejected. Who knows when he’ll turn dark side? At that point, there’ll be no peace at all.”
He muttered softly, rolling over and resting his forearm on the side of his head, his eyes glued to Zhang Shaoqing, who was engrossed in a video game in front of the computer.
The plot related to Wen Yang was manageable, after all, this guy was just endlessly battling with girls. As long as the story didn’t develop to the point where Ning Chu turned into one of the girls to become Wen Yang’s ally, having a jerkwad in the dorm was the least of his worries.
But Zhang Shaoqing… if this guy really turned into the villain, there might be a girl getting wrecked by him every week.
As his roommate, it wouldn’t be easy for Ning Chu to escape that fate.
Scary, right?
As for calling the police, it would probably be useless against Little Emperor Wen’s main character vibes.
Ning Chu was too anxious to sleep. With his eyes closed, his mind replayed scenes from the novel filled with his male sidekicks.
With every worry, sleep felt further away. The more he laid there, the more awake he became, even as his eyelids battled it out, practically refusing to stay shut.
Suddenly sitting up, he stared blankly ahead, irritably ruffling his hair.
“Still not sleeping?”
Zhang Shaoqing asked from below. Ning Chu looked down to find him casually playing on his phone with legs crossed.
“Can’t sleep; it’s annoying.”
Wang Jie and Wen Yang were already asleep, one snoring while the other breathed heavily, leaving him with no chance of dozing off.
“Then come down and play a game?”
“Sure why not?”
Zhang Shaoqing watched as Ning Chu slowly climbed down from the bed, realizing that his roommate seemed different from usual after just a week.
That delicate, boyish face had gained a certain indescribable charm, the fatigue making the corners of his eyes a tad flushed, adding a careless allure to his features.
As he slid down, his snug shorts hugged his ample backside and thighs, accentuating their curves, while his slender, pale calves swayed gently.
That formerly flat-chested, board-like figure had left a lasting impression; now, with a fuller shape, Zhang Shaoqing immediately noticed the difference.
“Put on a few pounds?”
“Huh?”
Ning Chu had just climbed down and paused, looking down at his shorts, muttering with mild annoyance, “Yeah, I guess I have. My pants are a bit tight.”
Time to order a new set of pajamas online.
He wiped his face with a wet towel, sat down in front of the computer, and turned to ask, “What game are we playing? Just so you know, I can’t play anything.”
“What do you play then?”
“Basically, nothing…”
Since coming to this world, Ning Chu hadn’t really touched any games, but Zhang Shaoqing mistakenly believed he hadn’t played games at all before university.
“I’ll find something suitable for you.”
After responding, Zhang Shaoqing rested his chin on his hand, staring at the computer screen. But in less than two minutes, he couldn’t contain his restlessness anymore, grabbed his chair, and plopped down next to Zhang Shaoqing.
A faint scent seemed to waft in, and Zhang Shaoqing didn’t even look back; he simply shifted to make a little space.
He glanced at Ning Chu, noticing his conflicted expression, and asked, “What do you want to say?”
“Um… don’t get mad when I say this.”
“Okay.”
“Since Ling Ling isn’t interested in you, do you have any other girls you like?” Ning Chu asked cautiously, afraid of upsetting him. “Or what type of girls do you like?”
“Don’t know.”
“Wen Yang is very popular with girls; what do you like about him…”
Ning Chu’s words suddenly halted as he saw Zhang Shaoqing’s face darken. Flustered, he tried to cover for himself. “I like action games!”
How did things suddenly turn sour between them? Zhang Shaoqing had been on good terms with Wen Yang before.
Could it be that because of Ling Ling’s matter, Zhang Shaoqing felt the girls he liked were leftovers from Wen Yang?
After an awkward mental leap, Ning Chu had to infer Zhang Shaoqing’s current mindset.
“Uh, I think this game looks good.”
“Then I’ll give it a try.”
Ning Chu swiftly looked up at the screen; it was a pink-themed game that looked nothing like an action game—more like a dating adventure!
Hesitantly, he clicked start, feeling both confused and curious as he proceeded to play.
In just ten minutes, his face turned beet red as unfiltered action on the screen left him utterly flustered.
He was definitely a pervert, otherwise, he wouldn’t have written those stories! But this was the first time he played such a game in front of someone!
“This… this…”
He awkwardly turned to Zhang Shaoqing, struggling to find the right words.
Seeing Ning Chu’s face almost glowing from embarrassment, Zhang Shaoqing couldn’t help but chuckle softly: “You asked for it, action game.”
“No, I meant…”
I wanted something like Monster Hunter, a real action fighting game, not one where I have to do the moving myself!
“Why are you so easily embarrassed? Last time we watched that movie together, you were the same.”
This is totally normal, okay?!
Is this world really so open about “s*x”? The last movie we watched had a quality on par with theater releases, and this game could barely reach AAA level! Twice, I was caught off guard!
A pervert’s utopia.
If it weren’t for being trapped in the storyline, Ning Chu might actually be a bit pleased.
He initially wanted to play games and chat with Zhang Shaoqing to relax, calming the dark side tendencies of Zhang Shaoqing, but being trampled on like this left him feeling nothing but furious.
He angrily closed the game and glanced at its title, then turned back to his desk.
“Want some milk tea?” However, Zhang Shaoqing still wouldn’t give up and leaned in, “It’s twenty bucks to start with free delivery; why not get a cup?”
“Buzz off!”
Smirking, he leaned against the closet, pointing at his own face and asked, “Do I look like the type of person who’d get all mopey after being rejected by a girl? I don’t need your pity!”
“No, I’m just afraid you’re a pervert!”
Zhang Shaoqing froze, looking confused, “How am I a pervert?”
Ning Chu rolled his eyes and ignored him.
The things this guy did in the story went beyond just being mentally messed up.
“Alright, stop messing around.”
What’s with this tone like he’s nibbling on little girls?
Zhang Shaoqing just handed over his phone and said generously, “You choose; it’s on me.”
“Really?”
“Do I need to worry about ten bucks for milk tea?”
Ning Chu’s eyes lit up, but he still wore a displeased expression, reluctantly taking the phone.
“If something happens next time, make sure to tell me,” he suggested softly as he browsed the milk tea options, “Bottling it up isn’t good; at least venting it out counts as letting it go.”
“?”
Zhang Shaoqing’s expression looked a bit unusual.
“Why are you being so shy about it? You think you’re the understanding big sister now?”
“Guess you really ought to take a trip to Thailand.”
