Shoutout to Kari for the commission!
Although Zhou Shirui dressed very quickly, Le Cheng still couldn’t resist sneaking a glance.
Absolutely incredible muscle definition!
It was almost exactly the same as what he had imagined in his mind.
However, Zhou Shirui’s action of getting dressed also reminded him of the situation. Le Cheng explained, “I came in because I heard a sound…” He poked his head over to look next door. “Huh? Classmate, are you okay?”
The changing room was quite large, separated by rows of lockers. Le Cheng wasn’t familiar with Zhou Shirui’s voice, so after hearing the commotion, he instinctively assumed it was him. The male student next door was slightly bent over, with one leg bent. Zhou Shirui glanced at Le Cheng, then strode toward the other person, lowered his eyes to take a look, and asked quietly, “Can you still move?”
The male student hissed twice. “It’s fine… I just twisted my ankle. I can’t really move it right now.”
The sudden pain from twisting an ankle could leave someone unable to stand for a while. Le Cheng glanced at the water on the floor, knowing that it was the culprit, and hurriedly pulled a tissue from his pocket, crouching down to wipe the water dry.
Zhou Shirui supported the male student’s arm and helped him up. When he turned around, he saw Le Cheng still crouching there, his hair fluffy and pitch-black, revealing a section of his long, snow-white neck.
“Le Cheng.”
“Hmm?” Le Cheng looked up. “Oh, there’s water here, so I wiped it up. Are we going to the school infirmary now?”
This action didn’t quite match Zhou Shirui’s impression of him, and Zhou Shirui paused slightly.
Le Cheng looked at him for two seconds, thinking that he was annoyed by how slow he was, and hurriedly threw away the trash. “Let’s go. I’ll open the door for you first.”
The infirmary wasn’t close to the gym. After leaving the gym, the two of them each unlocked a little electric scooter.
Carrying the injured student, they arrived at the infirmary. Le Cheng watched Zhou Shirui help the male student inside and instinctively stepped in to help as well.
After everything was taken care of, Le Cheng naturally sat down on a small stool to the side.
He couldn’t leave yet. He would probably have to help out again in a little while.
The school doctor asked questions beside them, while Le Cheng’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward Zhou Shirui.
He had originally thought Zhou Shirui looked quite cold and probably wasn’t the kind of person who liked meddling in other people’s affairs.
But now that he had seen it, that wasn’t the case. Zhou Shirui wasn’t that indifferent. He was even rather caring, such as escorting an injured classmate to the infirmary and so on.
After the examination, it was simply a twisted ankle. The school doctor prescribed a spray medication to use at home.
Le Cheng quickly stood up, and he and Zhou Shirui rode the little electric scooters back to the dormitory with a sputtering sound.
When they arrived at the dormitory entrance, the male student smiled and said, “Thanks, Brother Rui. I’m on the first floor, so you don’t need to support me anymore.” He turned his head and saw Le Cheng. “Uh… Brother Cheng? Thanks to you too!”
Le Cheng hadn’t expected the other person to actually know his name, so he hurriedly shook his head. “It’s nothing, it’s nothing.”
After seeing the male student off, Le Cheng turned his head and glanced at Zhou Shirui. He didn’t know if it was because the impact of what happened in the changing room just now had been too great, but he was a little reluctant to leave directly.
More precisely, he was a little reluctant to part with Zhou Shirui’s body.
He had never seen such beautiful muscles.
Le Cheng actually wasn’t gay. He had never liked a boy and had never had a boyfriend. Although he didn’t consider himself completely straight, he had absolutely no interest in the bodies of ordinary men.
But Zhou Shirui’s muscles perfectly matched his aesthetic standards for the human body.
This kind of fondness came from pure appreciation. He was seriously envious, okay?
He really wanted to sit down and practice drawing dozens of human figures based on him.
Le Cheng had a good memory. He could still recall the shape of Zhou Shirui’s abdominal muscles and the curve of his chest muscles. Although Le Cheng didn’t work out, he had studied the human body and had learned about this area of knowledge. What kind of physique someone could develop was basically determined by nature. In a certain sense, Zhou Shirui could be considered exceptionally gifted.
Thinking of this, Le Cheng glanced at Zhou Shirui and blinked, saying very reluctantly, “…Then I’ll leave first. Goodbye.”
Goodbye, my chest muscles, abdominal muscles, biceps.
Riding the little electric scooter back to the dormitory, Le Cheng had just entered the door when he discovered that there were two more roommates in the dormitory.
He froze for a moment, then naturally greeted the two of them. “You’re back.”
If his memory served him correctly, even though the original owner had a terrible personality, he’d only been living there for such a short time that he probably hadn’t yet offended anyone.
“Mm.” One of the gentle-looking roommates responded. “I happened to buy some snacks, so I put some on your desk.”
“Huh? Thanks!” Le Cheng walked over to the desk and discovered that they were the kind of little bread rolls he liked to eat.
The gentle roommate was named Tan Xiaobai. Although Le Cheng didn’t recognize his face, he had already looked at the attendance sheet posted on the dormitory door when no one was around.
Bed One was Tan Xiaobai, while Le Cheng himself was Bed Three. The person beside him, who didn’t talk much and was obsessed with playing games, was Qin Yu in Bed Two.
Since the other person didn’t pay him any attention, Le Cheng didn’t say anything more either. He returned to his desk and chewed on the little bread until he finished it.
Before transmigrating into the book, he had run a Douyin account and a Weibo account himself for two years, and had nearly 200,000 followers.
But starting from scratch again would take too long to gain traction. Le Cheng needed a faster way to get people to notice him.
Thinking of this, Le Cheng opened his computer and registered a Weibo account. Then he refined the two drawings he had previously made on his phone. After finishing the refinements, he uploaded them to Weibo and added the tag #HumanFigurePracticeDay1#.
In fact, this wouldn’t attract much traffic, but since he had drawn them, he still wanted to upload them.
Le Cheng refreshed the page and stared blankly at the Weibo account that had only one follower by default.
Right now, the fastest ways to build an account and gain followers were either selling courses or drawing fan art.
Le Cheng’s art style was consistent and distinctive, with clean, beautiful colors and solid fundamentals. Before transmigrating, he had also drawn fan art simply out of love and had accepted fan-art commissions, with an average price of more than 2,000 yuan.
Now that he was starting over, Le Cheng downloaded a commission platform and planned to see how the pricing in this world differed from before.
The commission platform’s storefront had to be opened. After admiring the gorgeous artwork of the other artists for a while, Le Cheng went online to look for guides on how to get his work approved.
Usually, each commission platform preferred different art styles. Finding the right style made it easier to get approved, and only after getting approved could one open a storefront.
Le Cheng studied the styles that tended to get approved for a while, then couldn’t resist trying his hand at it. By the time he had figured things out enough to produce a draft, it was already completely dark outside.
There were only three people in the dormitory. Apart from the sound of the mechanical keyboard, there was little noise. Le Cheng poked his head out and glanced at Bed Four, then naturally asked, “Where is he?”
Tan Xiaobai said, “Him? He had something to do and went home. You forgot?”
“I forgot. I didn’t notice.” Le Cheng smiled. “Does he live close by?”
“No, he rented a place outside.”
Rented a place?
Le Cheng thought about it for a moment.
In the original plot of the novel, the trigger that should lead to the original owner breaking up with Zhou Shirui was probably asking to live together.
As a completely straight man, Zhou Shirui naturally wouldn’t agree, and the two of them would then cut ties completely.
Before this, the author had also glossed over many details, such as the original owner asking Zhou Shirui to kiss and hug him, blabla, all of which Zhou Shirui refused.
The original text describing this section said: Zhou Shirui could no longer tolerate it. He felt that Le Cheng was frivolous and troublesome, and being with someone like this made him feel tortured every minute and every second.
Le Cheng tried hard to recall the details and felt that he also needed to follow this process.
Alright, Le Cheng pulled up his notes and decided to add another item to his previous difficult-boyfriend plan.
After writing a whole lot more, Le Cheng looked up and suddenly found someone standing beside him.
Tan Xiaobai wasn’t very tall. He was looking down at the draft Le Cheng had made on his tablet. “Wow, did you draw this?”
Le Cheng had drawn a detailed sketch. Hearing this, he nodded.
“I’ve never seen you draw before. This is a draft, right? Even your drafts look so good.” Tan Xiaobai’s eyes widened.
“This is actually a detailed sketch, just a more refined draft.” Le Cheng explained. “Um… are you going out?”
“Yeah, I’m going to get dinner.” Tan Xiaobai said. “Are you going? I can bring something back for you too.”
Le Cheng felt that Tan Xiaobai was practically an angel.
But dinner…
Wouldn’t eating with Zhou Shirui be more in line with the image of a clingy, difficult boyfriend?
But going out to eat twice would be such a hassle.
Le Cheng pulled a little puppy-like miserable face.
Dating was so troublesome! Being a difficult boyfriend was so troublesome too!
Le Cheng was completely dejected. After thinking about it, he decided, “Mm… I don’t really want to go out. Xiaobai, can you bring something back for me?”
“Okay.” Tan Xiaobai agreed. “What do you want to eat?”
Le Cheng blinked. “Can I have bibimbap? Thanks, Xiaobai!”
Tan Xiaobai: “Why are you being so polite? Before, you hardly ever talked to us. I thought you were really aloof.”
Le—Very Aloof—Cheng guiltily blinked his eyes.
After finishing all this, Le Cheng climbed onto his bed. Lying down, he took out his phone.
Apart from various public-account updates and group notifications, not a single living person had sent him a message on WeChat.
Le Cheng scrolled through the list and clicked on Zhou Shirui’s profile.
[Orange: What are you doing?]
[Orange: Have you eaten?]
[Orange: Little Cat Peeking.jpg]
Zhou Shirui replied two minutes later.
[Big Brother: Ate.]
Oh?
Le Cheng was delighted.
Hehe, Zhou Shirui really did eat by himself!
Le Cheng tapped away at the screen, typing furiously.
[Orange: Fine, how could you not wait for me?]
[Orange: I’m already sad. You have to apologize to me quickly!]
After finishing his messages, a satisfied smile appeared on Le Cheng’s face.
It was still much more comfortable to act like a difficult boyfriend online. Chatting online directly raised Le Cheng’s extroverted social skills by another level; he could say whatever he wanted without any psychological burden. He was no longer the ordinary Le Cheng. He was now [Niu Hulu–Social-Bandit–Online-Dating-Expert–Le Cheng!]
There was no response from Zhou Shirui’s side at all. Le Cheng thought about it and decided to finish acting out his part first.
[Orange: You won’t apologize to me, which means you don’t care about me at all, and you don’t like me at all.]
With one smooth little combo of difficult-boyfriend moves, Le Cheng had already achieved his goal and didn’t really care how Zhou Shirui would actually respond.
“Ding dong!”
[Zhou Shirui: .]
[Zhou Shirui: Sorry.]
Le Cheng suddenly felt a little like he was bullying an honest person.
But there was nothing he could do. This was one of the benefits of being a difficult boyfriend!
But after thinking about it, Le Cheng still felt that he should give an implicit apology.
After sending the message, Zhou Shirui put his phone aside.
He didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that the Le Cheng online was somewhat different from the Le Cheng in real life.
But exactly how he was different.
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Hey, Brother Rui, hurry up and help me figure out how to do this part! Why does the little person model I made keep sticking to the ground, like it’s glued to my feet…” Cheng Yufei suddenly leaned over. He lowered his head to take a look, paused for a moment, and immediately made a mischievous sound. “Wowww~~ Is this what being in love is like? We single dogs are really shedding tears. Brother Rui, you’re so blessed. I think your little wife is really good at acting spoiled!”
“Go away.” Zhou Shirui tugged at the corner of his mouth, then asked somewhat puzzledly, “Acting spoiled?”
“Yeah.” Cheng Yufei pursed his lips. “My god, if this isn’t acting spoiled, what is it?”
“No, aren’t you being too straight?” Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes slightly.
At some point, the phone screen had lit up, and an [Orange] Emoji was floating at the top.
[Orange: Fine,]
[Orange: Hmph hmph, then I’ll reluctantly forgive you.]
[Orange: o(￣︶￣)o Hugs]
