My straight roommate is so good

Ling Jianshu looked at Qiao Song, trying to catch some hint from those light-colored eyes.

However, Qiao Song only made brief eye contact before lowering his gaze and avoiding further eye contact with him.

Ling Jianshu was silent for a moment, realizing that choosing to conceal the truth at this point didn’t make much sense.

So he spoke calmly and said honestly, “Yes, I saw it.”

Qiao Song, who had prepared himself for a storm, was surprised by his calm and straightforward response.

He bit his lip and, suppressing his surprise, raised his gaze to meet Ling Jianshu’s, asking as calmly as possible, “Don’t you mind?”

Ling Jianshu didn’t answer directly but countered with a question, “What about you?”

Qiao Song was puzzled, “What?”

“Being filmed without your consent, being forced into a fake couple relationship with a guy, being labeled as gay, being scrutinized and discussed by strangers… Do you mind these things?”

Qiao Song was momentarily at a loss for words.

How could he make him understand?

He was a proud gay man, so of course he didn’t mind being labeled as gay!

What he minded was—

The so-called “CP” that existed only in rumors was a homophobic straight guy, and not just any straight guy, but one who practiced boxing and could potentially beat him up with a single punch…

He was struggling with how to explain this to him when Ling Jianshu spoke again, “You might feel uncomfortable seeing those posts since you’re also homophobic—”

Qiao Song couldn’t help but interrupt, “Actually, I’m not homophobic…”

Ling Jianshu’s words were cut off abruptly.

They exchanged looks, one pretending to be calm, the other doubtful.

After a quiet two seconds, Qiao Song clarified firmly, “Really, I’m not homophobic. I wanted to explain this when you mentioned it before, but I never found the right moment. Sorry for the misunderstanding.”

He waited anxiously for his reaction.

Once again, Ling Jianshu’s response was unexpected. He seemed not only unangered but more relaxed than before.

“Respecting minority groups is a good thing,” he said smoothly, “So about the forum stuff…”

Qiao Song understood what he meant and hurriedly replied, “I don’t mind. What about you?”

Ling Jianshu looked down and smiled, “I remember answering that already in the dorm—I don’t mind.”

Hearing this, Qiao Song finally felt the metaphorical sword hanging over his head had been safely dismantled.

He sighed with relief, his eyes once again brightened with a hint of a smile, and his tone became much lighter than before, “That’s good. I was worried you might get mad if you saw it.”

Ling Jianshu looked into his amber eyes and, for some reason, blurted out, “I was worried too.”

“Hmm?” Qiao Song vaguely guessed what he meant but found it hard to believe.

Ling Jianshu’s answer, however, confirmed his wild guess.

“I was worried you’d be angry, so… I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

Ling Jianshu spoke in a gentle tone, almost as if he was comforting him.

Looking at his earnest explanation, Qiao Song felt a strange emptiness in his heart.

…Damn, even the straight guys these days are so good at flirting. Are gay people doomed?

When they returned to the dorm, they both tacitly avoided mentioning their previous conversation.

Liu Junming, who was already somewhat slow, didn’t notice anything unusual.

Cheng Yuan’s gaze shifted back and forth between them, his curiosity almost bursting out of him. But in the end, he was silenced by Ling Jianshu’s cold stare and dared not ask anything.

The more he was prevented from asking, the more he felt that there was something secret going on between them.

He was almost certain—Qiao Qiao and Ling Jianshu must have talked about something inappropriate!

Perhaps, while everyone was still amusing themselves with the CP, the “lawsuit couple” was secretly getting together…

He continued to indulge in his delightful fantasy, feeling elated for a long time.

After lights out, Qiao Song was lying on his side playing on his phone, getting ready for bed when he received a WeChat message from Xia Zhe.

Xia Zhe: 【How’s it going, bro?】

Qiao Song, feeling a bit sleepy and not quite understanding what he was asking, replied: 【?】

Xia Zhe: 【?】

Qiao Song: 【What’s up?】

Xia Zhe: 【The homophobic straight guy, didn’t he trouble you?】

He looked at the phrase “homophobic straight guy” in the chat box, and his mind automatically translated it to Ling Jianshu’s name, which made him feel more comfortable.

He replied: 【No, my roommates are all pretty nice to me.】

Xia Zhe: 【You said the same thing when you moved to the dorm last time, and what happened? You were still harassed.】

Qiao Song typed: 【This time is different.】

But before he could send it, Xia Zhe sent another message: 【Don’t be fooled by appearances again.】

Qiao Song deleted what he had typed and retyped: 【I’m not that naïve…】

Xia Zhe: 【… Is that the point? The point is, don’t be deceived again!】

Realizing the topic was going nowhere, he made an excuse to say he was going to sleep and quickly ended the conversation with him.

But he couldn’t sleep.

…Homophobic equals deep closet? Ling Jianshu??

No way?!

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He couldn’t help but glance over at the opposite bed.

That glance was perfectly timed, as he happened to meet his gaze, causing him to fumble and accidentally take a screenshot with a “click.”

In the faint light of his phone, Qiao Song saw Ling Jianshu slightly raise an eyebrow.

Qiao Song: “…” This was incredibly awkward, extremely awkward.

But why was Ling Jianshu staring at him in the middle of the night?

Xia Zhe’s comment “homophobic equals deep closet” lingered in his mind, causing him to shiver.

He glanced at Ling Jianshu again and, seeing him still staring, awkwardly turned away, facing the wall and giving him only his back.

He pondered for a few seconds and texted him: 【Why aren’t you asleep yet?】

Ling Jianshu: 【Not tired.】

He stared at those two words, feeling that a gay person couldn’t possibly give such a cold reply.

So he felt a bit more reassured and, mustering his courage, continued to ask: 【Not tired means you could use your phone. Why are you staring at me?】

Ling Jianshu: 【Just looking.】

Qiao Song was almost amused by the response.

But he quickly lost his amusement because Ling Jianshu sent another message asking: 【Why don’t you look at me?】

Qiao Song’s fingers tightened around his phone.

Honest answers were absolutely impossible, even if he had ten lives, he wouldn’t dare.

After thinking for a while, he found a generic response: 【It’s not about you. It’s just that being suddenly watched in the middle of the night is quite frightening…】

Ling Jianshu: “…………”

After he sent this message, Ling Jianshu began typing.

Five minutes passed—

Qiao Song thought he would receive a long message but only got a short reply.

Ling Jianshu: 【Go to sleep early.】

Qiao Song, clueless about the underlying tension, replied: 【Okay, you too.】

Unbeknownst to him, Ling Jianshu was so infuriated that he couldn’t fall asleep all night.