Transmigrated as the Campus Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Ex-Boyfriend Chapter 22

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Le Cheng was absent-minded and didn’t notice anything unusual. He nodded and said, “Okay, Xiaobai, then I’ll go too.”

Tan Xiaobai widened his eyes and mouthed silently: Huh? You’re on the phone?

“Beep—”

The call was hung up. Le Cheng nodded. “Mm, I saw that you guys were all wearing headphones and playing games just now, so I made a call.”

“F*ck, what did I just say?” Tan Xiaobai looked horrified. “Did Zhou Shirui hear?”

Le Cheng was stunned for a moment. “So what if he heard?”

Tan Xiaobai: “Could he get angry and jealous?”

Jealous? Le Cheng froze for a moment, finding it a little funny. How could that be? Zhou Shirui didn’t like him. Their relationship as a couple was practically in name only. How could he be jealous?

Le Cheng shook his head. “He won’t. He definitely won’t be jealous. Xiaobai, don’t worry.”

“Really?” Tan Xiaobai was somewhat surprised, rubbing his chin. “Can’t tell. Zhou Shirui is actually so generous?”

Le Cheng was amused again, his smiling eyes curving. “Yeah, he’s super generous!”

***

The gathering was on Sunday evening.

Le Cheng hurried along, with Tan Xiaobai even helping him cheat during the process, and finally managed to knit half of the scarf.

It was a very simple basic gray style. Le Cheng didn’t know how to crochet two colors together, so he could only make something like this.

With the first major plot point about to happen, Le Cheng was still somewhat nervous.

There was no way Zhou Shirui would break up with him on the spot, right? …If he really did break up with him on the spot, then Le Cheng would just wear it himself. At least it wouldn’t go to waste!

On Sunday evening, he didn’t go with Zhou Shirui. Instead, he arrived at the place with the people from the knitting club. When Le Cheng arrived, there weren’t many people in the private room yet. According to the information provided by Tan Xiaobai, there were only eight people coming today: four from their club and four from the other club.

For better clearing of the field, since the main purpose was to help Chu Yue get together with the guy she liked, there was only one girl among the eight people and seven boys.

Their club arrived first. Le Cheng sat in the very corner playing with his phone when there was suddenly a commotion outside the door. He looked up, and his gaze happened to collide with Zhou Shirui as he pushed open the door and walked in.

Actually, they hadn’t talked much over the past two days.

Le Cheng had been busy, and he didn’t know whether Zhou Shirui had been busy too, but their replies had all been very brief.

Zhou Shirui was wearing a long gray trench coat with an all-black outfit underneath. His glasses rested on his tall, straight nose, and his expression was cold and indifferent.

Le Cheng froze for a moment and looked down at himself. Before leaving, he had casually grabbed a beige trench coat. At first glance, the two of them looked almost like they were wearing matching couple outfits.

Le Cheng waved at him. “Zhou Shirui!”

Zhou Shirui walked toward him. Le Cheng said, “Sit next to me.”

They had already discussed it beforehand. They had to make sure Chu Yue sat together with the guy she liked.

Zhou Shirui sat down as instructed. The private room was very warm. Le Cheng picked up the juice beside him, suddenly feeling lazy, so he handed the juice to Zhou Shirui and said softly, “Help me open it.”

Zhou Shirui said nothing. He took it, twisted it open, and handed it back to him.

Le Cheng took small sips of the juice. In the dim lighting, he looked toward Zhou Shirui. His eyelashes were very long but not curled, quietly resting over his eyelids. His side profile was very attractive, his handsomeness exceptionally striking.

Le Cheng suddenly felt a little reluctant to part with him. He felt that he would definitely break up today. Although he didn’t know what the reason would be, his intuition told him so.

If they broke up, he wouldn’t be able to see such a handsome face anymore. Of course, that wasn’t the main point. The main point was, where would he find a substitute for such a great physique?

This feeling was like being a die-hard fan of a popular Ultraman. Merchandise was already difficult to get, and then one day, you somehow obtained your favorite character’s discontinued limited-edition figure. What did you call this? You simply couldn’t bear to let go.

Zhou Shirui noticed his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” Le Cheng shook his head and encouraged himself internally. There were plenty of people with good physiques in real life too. He shouldn’t be attached to just this one. Maybe there would be someone with a good physique among the people who came today.

Thinking of this, Le Cheng became slightly more spirited. He opened his eyes wide and looked over at each person one by one. He noticed a guy who looked quite tall, with good proportions as well. Although he was wearing a lot of clothes, making it impossible to see his muscles, Le Cheng could tell from the conversation that he loved working out.

Unable to resist, Le Cheng tilted his head and asked Zhou Shirui, “Who is he?”

Zhou Shirui: “Which one?”

He raised his eyes and followed Le Cheng’s gaze. His brows furrowed slightly. “Why are you asking about him?”

Le Cheng smiled. “I think his physique seems pretty good.”

Zhou Shirui looked at Le Cheng and noticed that his gaze was fixed unblinkingly on that guy, without sparing him even half a glance.

An inexplicable gloominess arose in his heart. He said coldly, “It’s not good.”

Le Cheng blinked. “Huh?”

Zhou Shirui restrained his voice. “His physique isn’t good.”

“Oh…” Le Cheng responded lazily, withdrawing his gaze. Since Zhou Shirui said it wasn’t good, then it definitely wasn’t good. Forget it, he wouldn’t look anymore.

The waiter soon brought the dishes over.

After everyone finished eating, they had the waiter clear everything away before moving on to the game segment.

After all, when getting a group together, the most important thing was playing games. It could strengthen their relationships, and it was also suitable for flirting.

Xu Yuan directly suggested, “Then let’s play the King’s Game? How about it?”

“Sure.”

“I agree.” 

Everyone chimed in one after another. Seeing that Zhou Shirui hadn’t said anything, Le Cheng asked him, “Do you know how to play?”

Zhou Shirui: “No.”

He rarely participated in activities like this. Last time had already been an accident, and besides, the games played at each gathering weren’t necessarily the same.

Le Cheng leaned closer. “Search the process on Douyin. It’s very simple.”

Zhou Shirui’s gaze lowered. Le Cheng was leaning very close. From his angle, his thick eyelashes were curled upward, like two little brushes. With just the slightest turn of his head, he could brush against Le Cheng’s fair cheek and rosy lips.

His body heat brought a slightly higher temperature. Zhou Shirui’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his heart grew inexplicably restless. “Mm.”

Le Cheng straightened up. “Then I’ll go to the bathroom first. Take a quick look.”

The sound of a door closing came from a distance. Zhou Shirui rarely used Douyin. When he opened it, he saw that it had pushed friends it thought he might know to him.

As usual, he clicked “Not interested.”

His slender fingers scrolled, but suddenly stopped.

He lowered his eyelashes, his gaze landing on a newly recommended user.

The profile picture was a cartoon leaf.

Ordinary enough.

[Stealing Hearts, Runaway Guoli Orange might be your friend]

Orange.

For some reason, perhaps because of his affection for someone and everything associated with them, Zhou Shirui moved his finger slightly and clicked in.

A drawing blogger.

The first thing that came into view was a large number of photos. The art style was extremely distinctive, and the photos were beautiful.

Zhou Shirui scrolled down a little.

His fingertip paused. He slightly furrowed his brows, his gaze lingering on a series of drawings titled Human Anatomy Practice. Someone playing basketball, dancing, lowering their head, drinking water.

Zhou Shirui pursed his lips. It was as though his heart had suddenly been clenched tightly, and even waves of ringing seemed to echo in his mind.

If he hadn’t guessed wrong.

The people in these drawings, they were all him.

“I’m back!” Le Cheng’s voice suddenly drew closer, followed by the sound of the door closing. The sofa beside him also sank slightly. “Eh? What are you looking at? Did you look at the instructions? Isn’t it really simple?”