Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 83

The registration process eventually turned into a routine: Ning Chu would communicate with the girls, while Wen Yang handled the paperwork.

Even online, Ning Chu couldn’t stand the idea of Wen Yang talking to other girls, so he took over the communication and summarizing duties. Wen Yang’s job was just to fill out the registration forms based on the information Ning Chu gathered.

“Lin Li signed up for the high jump and a dance performance for New Year’s.”

“Shan Shan signed up for the long-distance run and shot put... This girl could probably knock me out with one punch.”

“Yuan Yuan... Who is this again?”

Wen Yang looked up from the forms and replied, “The girl who invited me to the bar.”

“Oh~ She signed up for jump rope... And then there’s Ling Ling.”

Zhang Shaoqing, who was in the middle of a game, instinctively turned around to look at Ning Chu.

“She signed up for the long jump.”

Noticing Zhang Shaoqing’s gaze, Ning Chu teased him with a hint of probing, “What’s wrong? Still can’t forget your childhood sweetheart?”

“Heh~”

From his reaction, it seemed like he was no different from anyone else who had just gone through a breakup.

Internally, Ning Chu celebrated, and then continued dictating the registration details to Wen Yang.

It was already Friday, and Ning Chu was gradually getting used to the routine of waking up at 7:30, taking a two-hour break at noon, and attending classes until 6 PM.

But the weekend presented a challenge.

Although they had previously agreed to spend the weekend in the library, Ning Chu still worried—whether it was the possibility of Wen Yang changing his mind and accepting an invitation from some girl, or the dreariness of spending two days in the library. Either scenario was unpleasant for him.

“Yan Xinya signed up for the 100-meter dash... By the way, has any girl invited you out this weekend?”

As he was recording the registration information, Ning Chu suddenly changed the subject.

Wen Yang froze, looking up at him in confusion before shaking his head, “No, I haven’t spoken to any girls lately.”

“Whew~ Under strict supervision, huh?” Ning Chu teased, ignoring Zhang Shaoqing’s snide remarks.

He continued, “No one’s asked you online either?”

“I didn’t add them as friends...”

Although Wen Yang’s response seemed sincere, Ning Chu couldn’t shake his unease. He scooted his chair closer, glancing briefly at Zhang Shaoqing, who always tried to embarrass him, before lowering his voice to ask, “How about we link our accounts?”

“Huh?”

Ning Chu knew that linking social media accounts was something couples did, but his worry about triggering plot events with Wen Yang overpowered any hesitation.

“Come on, link our accounts! I promise I won’t look at your chat history.”

“...”

Wen Yang rubbed his nose, suddenly aware that the scent of flowers clinging to Ning Chu was becoming more intense. The more he smelled it, the more frequently he found himself dreaming about Ning Chu.

And the dreams were becoming increasingly vivid...

He bent down instinctively, covering his lap with the registration form, before glancing at Ning Chu’s slightly flushed face, which was filled with expectation.

“Not okay?” Ning Chu’s brows furrowed.

“Well... all right,” Wen Yang sighed in relief, seeing that Ning Chu hadn’t noticed anything strange. He frowned slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.

This past week, Ning Chu had become more and more overbearing.

Wherever Wen Yang went, Ning Chu followed—even if it was just to the bathroom between classes. Now he wanted to control his social media too.

But despite his logical mind telling him to resist, there was something about Ning Chu that was simply too pleasant to be around. Even though they were both guys, being near Ning Chu always inexplicably lifted Wen Yang’s spirits. And although Wen Yang wasn’t from Nantong, Ning Chu was undeniably attractive...

The way Ning Chu treated him made it easy to think the wrong thing.

Wen Yang sighed lightly and logged into his account on Ning Chu’s phone.

“OK~” Ning Chu chuckled softly, immediately opening Wen Yang’s account to check his chat history.

“Hey, didn’t you say you wouldn’t look?”

Wen Yang shook his head, feeling both helpless and conflicted.

If only Ning Chu were a girl...

Even if Ning Chu admitted to liking men, Wen Yang wouldn’t be as torn as he was now.

“There really isn’t anyone hitting on you?” Ning Chu muttered under his breath, “Did you delete the messages?”

“No, I’m just too lazy to delete them.”

Wen Yang stood up abruptly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. “I’m going to the bathroom. Then I’ll take a nap.”

“Go ahead.”

He hurried to the bathroom, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Living in the dorms made Wen Yang self-conscious, and he’d never dared to do anything inappropriate there. Plus, with Ning Chu always sticking close, Wen Yang found himself having more and more vivid dreams, often filled with inappropriate content.

As for chatting online...

He’d end up driving himself crazy.

He hid in the bathroom for a couple of minutes, letting the lingering floral scent fade from his nose and allowing the cold water to cool the heat in his lower abdomen.

When he finally emerged, Wen Yang saw Zhang Shaoqing standing on the balcony, smoking.

“Cut back on that.”

“Just a couple now and then.” Zhang Shaoqing waved him over. “Come chat with me for a bit.”

“What’s up?”

Zhang Shaoqing slung an arm around Wen Yang’s shoulders, a mischievous grin on his face. “Are you and Ning Chu really an item?”

“No.”

“Come on, you guys are always together.”

Wen Yang leaned against the railing, hands in his pockets, and rolled his eyes. “You and Wang Jie are always together too, aren’t you?”@@novelbin@@

In reality, it wasn’t uncommon for college roommates to spend a lot of time together, going to classes and meals. But Ning Chu’s overly feminine appearance, coupled with his insistence on keeping Wen Yang away from girls, naturally made people suspicious.

“It’s not the same, okay?” Zhang Shaoqing replied with a smirk, shaking his leg casually. “Hey, don’t you think Ning Chu is getting a bit... too much lately?”

“Too much?” Wen Yang thought Zhang Shaoqing was referring to Ning Chu’s controlling behavior.

“Yeah, like... have you noticed his chest? It’s at least as big as an apple! With my years of experience watching movies, I’d say it’s at least an A+!”

“...”

“When we first started school, he looked like a kid. But now, he’s all delicate and dainty. He doesn’t look like a guy at all!”

“And that little butt of his!” Zhang Shaoqing took a drag on his cigarette, nudging Wen Yang with his elbow. “What’s going on with him?”

“Me?” Wen Yang frowned, lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head. “I think he’s perfectly normal.”

Though Wen Yang had already started thinking of Ning Chu as more of a girl, he instinctively tried to cover for him.

“Normal, my foot!”

Wen Yang blurted out, “Ning Chu is definitely a guy. I’ve gone to the bathroom with him before. I’ve seen it.”

Seeing Zhang Shaoqing’s skeptical expression, Wen Yang added, “And it’s... pretty big.”

Zhang Shaoqing stared at him in disbelief, then looked through the balcony window at Ning Chu, who was squatting down and playing with a cat inside.

That small, delicate figure—there was no way he could associate it with the word “big,” even when it came to his chest.

“You’re kidding, right?”

Wen Yang nodded solemnly. “It might even be bigger than yours.”

“What the—? A master of disguise!”

Zhang Shaoqing looked utterly defeated as he silently lit another cigarette.