CFL 27

After finishing his meal, Wen Ci made an excuse to buy some water and left first.

Du Chengyan put down his chopsticks, turned to look at Wen Ci’s retreating figure, and said, “For some reason, I feel like Wen Ci doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”

Yu Bin snorted with a laugh, “That’s rare. You can tell?”

Du Chengyan’s mind clicked, “Then I should go comfort Wen Ci at this moment and take the opportunity to build a better relationship. Start by becoming good friends, right?”

Yu Bin picked up his plate and stood up, “That makes sense. Let me give it a try. You follow later.”

Du Chengyan felt that Yu Bin had been acting strangely lately and was staying on campus more frequently, “What’s going on with you? You don’t have a crush on Wen Ci, do you?”

Yu Bin neither confirmed nor denied it. He might have a liking, but it wasn’t quite enough to be called love. More interaction couldn’t hurt.

“Does it matter if we like him? It’s whether Wen Ci likes us that counts.”

Du Chengyan recalled how he had begged and pleaded when he first added Wen Ci on WeChat, and said sarcastically, “Did you add his WeChat?”

“No.” Yu Bin had tried to get a bottle of water from Wen Ci last time, but he had refused him flatly.

“You eat first. I’ll go check on him.”

Du Chengyan quickly finished his meal, “I’ll go too!”

But by the time they rushed out the door, Wen Ci’s figure had already vanished, and they had no idea where he had gone.

When Wen Ci was upset, he craved sweets. The stock in the dormitory had been depleted by his in just a couple of days. He went to the supermarket downstairs to restock and then headed back to the dormitory along the same route.

Because he was unfamiliar with the area, he walked slowly, which allowed Yu Bin to catch up with him. Wen Ci had a White Rabbit milk candy in his mouth, which melted sweetly in his mouth.

Hearing someone call his name from behind, Wen Ci turned around with his school bag on his back, looking at him with dark, cloudy eyes.

Yu Bin was stunned for a moment, then quickly averted his gaze. He suddenly realized that he couldn’t stare into Wen Ci’s eyes for too long; it was easy to get drawn in and hard to pull away.

Du Chengyan walked up to Wen Ci and said, “Let’s go back together. It’s on the way.”

Actually, it wasn’t on the way. They had a friendly match tonight, but it hadn’t started yet.

The venue was nearby, and the dormitory was just a south-north distance from here, which meant they would have to come back here later.

“Se…” Wen Ci suddenly stopped, his face turning ashen, “Hello, is there something you need?”

The term “senior” had been relegated to the back of his mind. For male students above sophomore year, he would just greet them with “hello.”

Yu Bin appeared much calmer than Du Chengyan, “I’m staying on campus today. Let’s go together.”

Wen Ci nodded indifferently, “Oh, alright then.”

The dormitory buildings were all in the same area, and the route was the same. Wen Ci didn’t mind these small coincidences.

As they walked, Wen Ci suddenly asked Yu Bin, “Do you usually live off-campus?”

“Yes, my aunt lives nearby, and I generally stay at her place.”

Wen Ci nodded again. Jiang Yufeng lived in the neighborhood opposite the school, so when he mentioned on WeChat that he didn’t get along with his roommates…

Wen Ci suddenly realized that it meant he didn’t get along with him, Lu Xuesong, and Tao Peng.

As they walked, Yu Bin suddenly sensed that Wen Ci seemed to be withering away.

Du Chengyan noticed something and asked, “Are you in a bad mood?”

The White Rabbit milk candy was a bit sticky, and Wen Ci’s mouth kept moving. Hearing this question unexpectedly, he asked in a low voice, “Is it that obvious?”

Yu Bin looked at his cheeks moving, “What are you eating?”

“White Rabbit.”

“Can I have one?”

Wen Ci had bought very few and reluctantly gave him one.

Yu Bin said, “You look like someone who’s been heartbroken and is trying to comfort themselves with something sweet.”

Yu Bin was joking. He knew Wen Ci was single. But as soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Wen Ci’s eyes brimming with tears, as if he was about to cry.

Yu Bin: “…”

Wen Ci felt wronged, “Can you not say that?”

He didn’t want to hear it right now.

Yu Bin: “……”

Yu Bin surrendered, “I won’t say it anymore.”

Du Chengyan couldn’t get a word in…

The two of them saw Wen Ci to the dormitory building and said goodbye to him before heading to another area.

As soon as Wen Ci stepped through the door, he received a message on his phone. He reflexively thought it was from Jiang Yufeng, but then remembered that it was impossible since he had canceled his number.

[Lu Xuesong: Look up, at the balcony upstairs.]

“?”

Wen Ci took a few steps back and looked up at the fifth-floor balcony. Sure enough, Lu Xuesong was leaning on the railing.

Wen Ci typed on his phone.

[Wen Ci: Do you need me to buy something for you?]

[Lu Xuesong: No, it’s not that. When did you get so close to Yu Bin that he’s walking you back to the dormitory? You guys are pretty good, huh.]

[Lu Xuesong: Not going out for dinner tonight, did you go on a date with Yu Bin?]

[Wen Ci: Of course not… We just happened to run into each other.]

[Lu Xuesong: Check the forum.]

[Lu Xuesong: Someone took a photo of your and Yu Bin’s backs and started a new thread. Congratulations, you’ve become the only “campus beauty” among the freshmen in our school who has two guys~]

[Wen Ci: Shipper beware, it could be fatal!]

[Lu Xuesong: Whose life?]

[Wen Ci: Mine.]

Wen Ci was in a very messy state of mind today, afraid that he might suddenly cry in front of others. So after taking a shower, he went to bed and didn’t even want to look at his phone.

The moment he closed his eyes and lay down, Wen Ci kept thinking about something—his phone number.

Oh no, his phone number could be searched to find his main account. Wen Ci was so anxious that he was sweating in the middle of autumn.

He immediately opened the WeChat settings and turned off the option to add friends via phone number. He also blocked the number Jiang Yufeng had given him. Only after doing this did Wen Ci feel relieved, ensuring that everything was foolproof.

It wasn’t yet time for the lights to be turned off. Lu Xuesong glanced at Wen Ci’s tightly closed bed curtain, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion.

Suddenly, someone in the dormitory group chat mentioned Lu Xuesong. He clicked in and saw:

[Jiang Yufeng: Clean up the stuff on my bed.]

[Jiang Yufeng:

@Lu Xuesong

@Tao Peng]

Lu Xuesong looked at Tao Peng, who was playing a game, and replied first.

[Lu Xuesong: …Can we just leave it there for now?]

[Jiang Yufeng: I’m moving back in.]

Lu Xuesong’s eyes widened in surprise. What the hell?

A few minutes later:

[Lu Xuesong: Then I’ll tell Wen Ci to clean up too.]

[Jiang Yufeng: He doesn’t need to.]

[Lu Xuesong: ???]

In fact, Wen Ci had only left an empty box under Jiang Yufeng’s table. Most of the other things belonged to Tao Peng and Lu Xuesong.

After Tao Peng finished a game, Lu Xuesong told him about it, and Tao Peng was also surprised: “Why?”

Lu Xuesong shrugged, “He said he has no money.”

Tao Peng whispered, “I just can’t believe that.”

Lu Xuesong looked inexplicably towards Wen Ci’s bed and muttered through gritted teeth, “I also find it strange, but I can’t put my finger on it. It’s so annoying! I feel like a weasel running around in the fields, not even knowing where the melons are.”

Wen Ci couldn’t sleep and didn’t open WeChat, just playing some mindless stress-relieving mini-games on a mini-program.

When he felt a bit sleepy, it was already daylight.

Wen Ci decided not to sleep anymore. He got out of bed and saw Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng moving things around, looking dazed.

Lu Xuesong turned his head and saw Wen Ci’s eyes filled with bloodshot whites, his entire eye rim red, and his eyelids drooping as if he had no energy. He was taken aback: “Did you cry?”

Wen Ci shook his head, “What are you guys doing?”

Tao Peng said listlessly, “Cleaning up.”

Just as Wen Ci was about to ask why they were cleaning, the door to the dormitory creaked open, and someone was coming in.

Wen Ci looked up and saw Jiang Yufeng pushing a suitcase. The late autumn wind was chilly, and his knee-length trench coat made him look tall and slender. His indifferent expression, standing in front of Wen Ci, didn’t seem like a college student but rather like an esteemed young master arriving.

Wen Ci’s lips trembled, and he couldn’t even manage a sentence.

Lu Xuesong quickly glanced at Wen Ci. Well, there he was again, with loading symbols around him, the kind that were stuck, and he was completely frozen.

Lu Xuesong said, “We’ve already cleaned up, and there’s Wen Ci’s box…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Ci teleported and swiftly pushed his box, which collided with a chair with a loud clang. His heart pounded like a drum as he muttered, “Sorry…”

Not daring to look directly into Jiang Yufeng’s eyes, he thought, politeness be damned…

Jiang Yufeng asked, “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

Wen Ci had just woken up and was still in a state of shock. He was like a machine that had been smashed to the ground and was currently rebooting…

Light from the balcony window fell on Wen Ci. The fair and reserved young man stood there, looking slightly bewildered, his expression a mix of shock and confusion.

Wen Ci covered his eyes with both hands, “I haven’t brushed my teeth or washed my face. I look a bit ugly.”

“Not ugly,” Jiang Yufeng casually replied, placing his suitcase to the side.

A faint pink blush spread across Wen Ci’s ears, barely noticeable in the bright sunlight.

Lu Xuesong, being a very perceptive person, immediately sensed that something was off between Wen Ci and Jiang Yufeng. Only Tao Peng, the fool, couldn’t tell.

Jiang Yufeng began to unpack, and Wen Ci poked his mouth with his toothbrush, pressing so hard that it hurt.

This was real.

Jiang Yufeng had moved back into the dormitory.

Wen Ci stopped his self-punishing toothbrushing.

Ahhhh, what should he do? He couldn’t accept it. Why had Jiang Yufeng suddenly come back like this?

Had he discovered something?

Quickly, Wen Ci shook his head.

Impossible. If Jiang Yufeng knew it was him, there would have been a fight by now.

Yes, it would be better if he just punched him, rather than leaving him to overthink and feel like his mind was in a blender. He couldn’t think straight; he felt like he was dying.

Suppose, just suppose.

Could Jiang Yufeng have a twin brother? Maybe Wen Ci really did have a senior, who just happened to look exactly like Jiang Yufeng.

Wen Ci nervously brushed his teeth again and poked his mouth once more.

The sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom as Lu Xuesong came out, zipping up his pants to wash his hands: “How many times have you brushed your teeth now?”

Wen Ci, with foam in his mouth, made an “ah” sound: “It feels fresh.”

Lu Xuesong: “…”

Wen Ci wiped his face haphazardly and walked back into the dormitory grumpily. There were no classes in the morning, and only two in the afternoon. Today was quite leisurely.

Jiang Yufeng took a shower, his hair still damp, and after taking off his trench coat, he looked relaxed. His voice was slightly deep: “Wen Ci.”

Wen Ci turned his head.

“How does the washing machine work?”

“?”

Wen Ci glanced at Tao Peng, who was playing a game, and Lu Xuesong had gone out to buy breakfast. He reluctantly walked over.

He questioned, “You don’t know how?”

Jiang Yufeng swept his hair back with one hand, his prominent cheekbones making his eyes look deep: “No.”

Wen Ci: “…”

Did he look that gullible?

On his way to buy breakfast, Lu Xuesong realized how incredibly popular Jiang Yufeng was. As soon as he moved in, people got the news immediately.

One group was the shipper fans, and the forum was going wild as if it were the Chinese New Year.

[Post 33: Who understands, we’ve hit the jackpot!]

[Post 34: What’s going on? Someone spill the beans. Why does it seem like a celebration in the thread? Tell me, tell me!!!]

[Post 37: Reply to 34, Jiang God has moved back to the dormitory, and then everyone suddenly realized that Wen Ci and Jiang God are in the same dormitory. You get it, right? It’s like a destined feeling, awsl!]

[Post 38: When we were shipping them, we didn’t know they were in the same dormitory. We only knew that Jiang God had moved out.]

[Post 45: Anyone living nearby, can you live-stream some shipping?]

[Post 46: Actually, I have an evil thought. I really want them to wear masks on the xx platform and broadcast some benefits every day, hehehe.]

[Post 47: Upstairs? They are not together. You guys are really good at shipping.]

[Post 48: Do you think the couples on the xx platform are real? They show affection for the sake of a contract. Who the hell would put a camera in their heads while dating? That’s just stupid.]

[Post 50: They are both single. What’s wrong with shipping them? It’s not like we’re dancing in front of the steam cooker.]

[Post 51: They are students, right…]

[Post 52: Welcome to the steam cooker’s comments. Unless they deny it themselves, handsome couples are rare. Last year’s yb couple wasn’t that hot, and zdr doesn’t seem that handsome. I can’t really ship them.]

[Post 55: Who is yb? Please don’t use letters. Old people can’t understand.]

[Post 56: Reply to 55, a sophomore in the architecture department, the one who plays basketball.]

[Post 78: Raising my hand weakly, I’m almost becoming a die-hard fan of Wen Ci. Who understands, I really like his face. His waist is so thin, ahhhh, I really want to hug him.]

[Post 79: Yeah, yeah, Jiang God can just pick him up, grab his waist, and then hehehe.]

[Post 80: Who’s clapping in the building?!]

[Post 81: Clap louder when you clap!!!]

Another group was the confession fans who had the advantage of being close.

In one day, Lu Xuesong received three love letters on behalf of Jiang Yufeng. Of course, love letters were rare in this day and age, usually accompanied by a rose, iris, lily, or some other variety.

Lu Xuesong was speechless: “I just went downstairs to buy breakfast.”

He walked in and saw Jiang Yufeng outside on the balcony, holding three flowers between his fingers, “Your admirers asked me to give these to you.”

Jiang Yufeng casually and politely replied, “Thanks, put them on the table.”

He nonchalantly said, “If they approach you again, just tell them I’m in a relationship.”

Lu Xuesong: “.”

Lu Xuesong, the old hand, couldn’t tell for a moment whether this was an excuse or the truth.

“Alright.”

Wen Ci, who had heard everything clearly from the side, was stunned: “You’re in a relationship…”

“Yes, an online one.” Jiang Yufeng looked at him and smiled lightly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, “However, he ran away.”