Transmigrated as the Campus Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Ex-Boyfriend Chapter 18

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“Huh?” Le Cheng was somewhat puzzled. “No, I’m not. I’m not chatting with anyone. Why would you ask that?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. “Mm, it’s nothing.”

Suspicious. Really suspicious.

Le Cheng frowned in confusion. Just as he was about to ask again, he heard Zhou Shirui say in a low voice, “Do you like the snacks I bought?”

Le Cheng was successfully led off track. He stretched out his arm and pulled up the snacks hanging from the bed frame. Earlier, he had only taken a rough look, but now that he examined them carefully, he discovered that they were all things he liked to eat.

He was a little shocked and said happily, “I like them. I like them all! How did you know what I like to eat?”

His tone was lively and cute, making it very easy for others to be infected by his mood.

Zhou Shirui’s voice unconsciously softened. “You like sweet-and-salty flavors and fried food, so I bought them based on that.”

Le Cheng’s eyes widened. He felt that Zhou Shirui was not only very observant, but also very smart!!

“Wow, you’re so smart.” Le Cheng praised him without holding back. “I never even noticed that.”

Zhou Shirui: “Mm, don’t eat everything in one go. I’m hanging up first.”

“Wait!” Le Cheng hurriedly stopped him.

Zhou Shirui: “What is it?”

“It’s just……” Le Cheng thought for a moment. “When are you going to play basketball? I want to come watch.”

Zhou Shirui: “Interested?”

“Mm……yes.” Le Cheng said, “Interested.” After all……after all, being interested in muscles was also a kind of interest.

Being interested in basketball was perfectly normal, so Zhou Shirui agreed. “If I go, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay!” Le Cheng was very happy.

Over the next few days, Le Cheng was so busy that he barely had any time to find Zhou Shirui and talk to him.

He was working on his drawings like crazy. Although he had entered the circle late in this world, talented people were never afraid of being overlooked.

The few faux-thick-painting-style pieces he had drawn for the game purely out of love blew up on the platform, with each video averaging more than two hundred thousand likes and a million views.

His commissions were practically overflowing. After calculating the schedule, all his orders had already been booked through the end of January next year. Le Cheng directly changed his shop window price to 9999 to discourage purchases, but he still couldn’t stop the wealthy older sisters. This left Le Cheng both amused and helpless. After communicating with several of the sisters, he agreed to take their commissions as soon as he had time.

He mainly went through the platform now. Although the platform took a cut, for an artist who had just entered the circle and wasn’t famous enough, it provided a safeguard. For the clients, it was also a safeguard.

By the time Zhou Shirui called him to come watch him play basketball, a week had already passed.

Le Cheng happily went to the appointment. Tan Xiaobai also wanted to come along and watch, so Le Cheng went with him to the basketball gymnasium.

This time was different from last time. Perhaps because it was the weekend, there were also more people watching the game, but it wasn’t crowded, just lively. Le Cheng easily found a seat in the middle.

Tan Xiaobai didn’t sit with him, which left Le Cheng a little puzzled.

“This seat is nice. Xiaobai, why don’t you come sit with me?”

Tan Xiaobai said seriously, “Who knows whether Zhou Shirui will come over later to show off his affection with you? A fragile single noble like me can’t bear to witness such a scene.”

Le Cheng was amused by him, thinking that Tan Xiaobai was really overthinking things. How could he possibly show affection with Zhou Shirui?!

After sitting down, Le Cheng slung his canvas bag across his body and prepared to see where Zhou Shirui was.

There was water in his bag. Although he knew that Zhou Shirui and the others would bring their own, he still felt that coming here to freeload off someone else’s drinks wasn’t very nice.

Le Cheng glanced around the court for a while but didn’t spot him, so he took out his phone and prepared to open his own Douyin profile to look at everyone’s comments.

A slightly warm sensation suddenly pressed against his cheek, disappearing in an instant. Le Cheng looked up and saw Zhou Shirui standing in front of him, his expression calm, his long fingers holding a bottle of milk tea.

Le Cheng pressed his phone screen off with a slight guilty feeling. “You’re here?”

Zhou Shirui gave a quiet “Mm” and handed him the milk tea in his hand.

Le Cheng instinctively took it and discovered that it was warm.

Zhou Shirui stared at the tip of his delicate, reddened nose. “Cold?”

“Huh?” Le Cheng shook his head. “No.”

In December, the weather in the north was already very cold. The redness at the tip of his nose was probably caused by the sudden change between hot and cold. Le Cheng realized this and changed his words. “It’s not cold here.”

He quickly took a bottle of Pulse from his little backpack. It was cold. As he handed it to Zhou Shirui, he secretly grumbled about how he still wasn’t as considerate as Zhou Shirui……

……Whatever.

He was a drama queen, after all. For a drama queen, this was already very considerate.

Le Cheng asked him, “Where did you buy the hot milk tea?”

Zhou Shirui took his Pulse. “From the self-service beverage vending machine.”

Le Cheng followed his gaze and looked over. It was so far away. No wonder he hadn’t noticed it.

“So far.” Le Cheng unscrewed the cap and took a sip. “Wow, it’s good!”

Zhou Shirui watched his lively expression. “I bought it on the way.”

Le Cheng gulped down nearly half the bottle. Hearing someone call Zhou Shirui’s name, he said to him, “It’s probably about to start. Go ahead, I’ll cheer you on from here.”

After thinking about it, he added in an especially coquettish, demanding tone, “You have to play well! You have to make me feel satisfied!”

Zhou Shirui paused slightly, nodded, and turned around to stride away.

With a crisp whistle, the wooden floor also squeaked under the friction.

Le Cheng didn’t really understand what position Zhou Shirui played. He only knew that he looked very handsome. After watching for a little while, he secretly took out his phone, staring intently at Zhou Shirui’s movements and sketching out one image after another.

Zhou Shirui’s team was ahead in the first half. In the second half, the opposing team chased closely, and Le Cheng became nervous along with them.

Time passed second by second, almost reaching the final moment.

Thin light fell across the wooden floor. Zhou Shirui’s loose jersey was soaked with sweat, revealing beautiful, smooth muscle lines. Whenever someone came to block him, he nimbly dodged past them, dribbling and breaking through. His physical abilities erupted in an instant as he strode forward and suddenly went up for a shot, completing a beautiful slam dunk!

The whistle blew at that very moment. Zhou Shirui’s team won.

The court and the sidelines instantly erupted into commotion. Le Cheng was happy too, immediately standing up with the other bottle of water he had prepared.

Zhou Shirui came off the court. His expression was very calm. Le Cheng jogged over, the heat hitting him in the face. Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes to look at him, a drop of hot sweat falling onto his chin. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice was slightly hoarse. “Well? Satisfied?”

There was actually some ambiguity in those words.

Zhou Shirui’s glasses had fogged up, and he had already taken them off. Perhaps he couldn’t see clearly, so his long, narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, carrying the bare heat of the court. Unlike his usual coldness, there was a hint of fierceness.

Le Cheng thought he looked explosively sexy. His heart pounded, and his mind kept imagining how he would draw this appearance. He nodded slightly. “Mm-hmm, satisfied!”

Extremely satisfied!

He could draw a hundred or eighty pictures of him!

Le Cheng wanted to record it quickly, so he urged him, “Go change your clothes and take a shower. I’ll wait here for you.”

Zhou Shirui did as he said. Le Cheng quickly sat down and recorded everything. After rapidly blocking out the basic form, he closed his phone and went to find Tan Xiaobai.

The two of them came together to the entrance of the locker room. They hadn’t waited long when Le Cheng suddenly caught sight of a familiar face.

Qin Yu?

He didn’t want to talk to him, so he quickly pretended not to see him. Qin Yu, however, walked toward him, his eyes flickering.

Qin Yu: “Waiting for your boyfriend?”

Le Cheng looked at him warily. “Mm.”

“Oh.” Qin Yu showed little expression. “You two seem to have a pretty good relationship.”

The way he said it sounded unpleasant. Le Cheng didn’t want to bother with him and answered perfunctorily, “Mm-hmm.”

Qin Yu said nothing more and walked toward him. Le Cheng moved aside, but for some reason, he was still bumped on the shoulder. It didn’t hurt, but it was provocative.

Zhou Shirui had just walked out of the locker room when he saw this scene.

He stepped forward, grabbed Le Cheng by the shoulder, and directly turned him around.

His body was caught off guard and tipped backward. Le Cheng smelled a very fresh scent of body wash. He lifted his head slightly. “Zhou Shirui?”

“Mm.” Zhou Shirui frowned slightly, his expression cold. “Who is he?”

Tan Xiaobai spoke up from the side. “Qin Yu from our dorm. He had a conflict with Le Cheng some time ago……”

Tan Xiaobai was suited to writing novels, and he was also suited to telling stories. After embellishing the incident with plenty of exaggeration, he made Le Cheng’s face heat up.

This was just a small matter, a minor clash. Qin Yu had been rude, so he had simply fought back. But when it was described this way, it sounded like a little kid tattling. Yet he wasn’t a little kid, and Zhou Shirui would definitely think he was making a mountain out of a molehill.

With his cheeks flushed, Le Cheng tried to explain. “No, no, actually……”

Zhou Shirui suddenly said, “Le Cheng.”

Le Cheng stopped, blinking his big eyes. “Huh?”

Zhou Shirui looked at his pointed chin. There was no reproach in his voice, only a low question. “Did he bully you?”