My straight roommate is so good

Across from Lan University was a street filled with food stalls. Besides hotpot and barbecue restaurants, there were vendors pushing carts selling spicy squid and Lan City’s old-fashioned yogurt.

The restaurant “Jing brother Old Hotpot” that Qiao Song and the others were heading to is the most popular in the area, always crowded no matter the time.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they saw that there were over sixty tables ahead of them, and they would have to wait for more than an hour and a half.

During meal times, there were simply too many people waiting.

The plastic stools provided by the restaurant were clearly insufficient, and many people were standing in line outside, with the surroundings noisy and crowded.

Qiao Song usually preferred a light diet and was accustomed to dining alone, rarely eating out with others. Thus, since starting university, he had never eaten hotpot near the school.

Seeing the scene for the first time, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “We have to wait so long…”

Cheng Yuan took the number ticket from Liu Junming’s hand and responded to Qiao Song in a familiar tone, “Oh, this restaurant is always like this. Waiting two hours is normal!”

Waiting two hours just to eat. Is it really necessary?

Qiao Song didn’t quite understand, as eating had always been more of a burden than a pleasure for him.

Despite his true feelings, he still made polite conversation, “It’s so popular, so the food must be really good.”

Cheng Yuan nodded vigorously, “Absolutely, their beef tallow base is unparalleled!”

While they were chatting, Ling Jianshu somehow managed to get a folding stool.

When Cheng Yuan saw it, his eyes lit up, “Wow, Brother Shu is awesome! With so many people, you actually got a stool!”

Ling Jianshu glanced at him and coldly replied, “It’s not for you.”

Cheng Yuan looked like he was about to cry, “…Even if it’s not for me, did you have to be so harsh about it?”

Qiao Song tried to comfort him, “It’s not that harsh. With so many people, it’s normal for him to get a stool for himself.”

Qiao Song didn’t finish his sentence, stopping abruptly.

Just a moment ago, the seemingly aloof campus heartthrob was now bending down, unfolding the stool, and setting it up in front of him.

Moreover, he even took out a tissue and wiped the seat twice.

After finishing all this, he looked up at him with a hint of pride, saying, “It’s indeed hard to find one. So, here’s the only one for you.”

Qiao Song: “…” This was completely unexpected.

Cheng Yuan: “…………???” Excuse me, am I just a part of your show?!

Qiao Song had a vague feeling that something was off about this situation.

But what exactly was off? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it…

The dorm leader Liu Junming, adjusting his heavy black-rimmed glasses, offered a polite but somewhat wooden comment, “Brother Shu is really good to the new roommate. Yuan’er, we should learn from him.”

Cheng Yuan looked at this bookworm with a tired expression, thinking that kids who don’t understand shipping might be in for a tough time!

After a long wait of one hour and thirty-seven minutes, they finally got a four-person table in a corner of the restaurant.

As soon as they sat down, Cheng Yuan rubbed his knees and said, “Standing for so long made my legs numb.”

Ling Jianshu, hearing his complaint, turned to Qiao Song and asked softly, “Does sitting for a long time also make you tired?”

Qiao Song smiled and shook his head, “It’s okay, not as bad as standing like you.”

As they whispered, the small table meant that their conversation was easily overheard by the others.

Cheng Yuan: “…” Excuse me, do you still consider me a person?

Feeling completely ignored by the two people opposite him, he deeply realized one thing—today’s meal wasn’t about eating hotpot at all, but about eating dog food!

The waiter soon brought the menus, allowing them to tick their choices directly on it.

Liu Junming, holding a ballpoint pen, asked everyone, “Shall we go for the beef tallow spicy hotpot?”

Cheng Yuan: “Absolutely!”

“Brother Shu can eat spicy too,” Liu Junming looked at Qiao Song and asked, “Qiao Qiao, you can handle spicy, right?”

It was Qiao Song’s first time dining with his roommates, and not wanting to stand out, he replied, “No problem.”

Ling Jianshu looked thoughtfully at him.

After he finished speaking, Ling Jianshu said to Liu Junming, “Let’s go for a split pot this time.”

Liu Junming was a bit surprised, as Ling Jianshu was known for his love of spicy food in their dorm.

“What’s up, Brother Shu suddenly changing his taste?” Liu Junming asked.

Ling Jianshu didn’t feel like explaining, so he simply replied, “Mouth ulcer.”

Liu Junming, perhaps due to his scholarly nature, believed everything his roommates said and nodded obediently.

However, Cheng Yuan’s sharp eyes had already seen through it…

Ha, what mouth ulcer, just a sweet little trick between the “Lawsuit CP”!

As expected, just as he predicted—

When the split pot arrived, Ling Jianshu continuously dipped meat and vegetables into the non-spicy mushroom pot, while he himself ate exclusively from the spicy pot.

As for the items in the mushroom pot, they were naturally all transferred to Qiao Song’s bowl.

According to the usual practice in the 603 dorm, everyone shares the cost of meals equally, and this time was no exception.

After Liu Junming settled the bill and calculated each person’s share, he posted the amount in the dorm group.

“My phone’s about to die, I’ll transfer the money to you when I get back.” Cheng Yuan was always reluctant to transfer money.

Ling Jianshu, on the other hand, was just the opposite.

He didn’t like procrastinating and always transferred the money immediately after meals.

The group was still digesting their food, slowly strolling towards the dorm.

Ling Jianshu took out his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.

Qiao Song walked alongside him, just like when they arrived.

As Ling Jianshu unlocked his phone, Qiao Song’s peripheral vision seemed to catch sight of a photo of two people…

He realized something, suddenly stopping in his tracks and turning his gaze to Ling Jianshu’s phone.

Seeing the familiar forum interface, with a photo of himself and him prominently displayed in the center of the screen, and the bold “Lawsuit CP” at the top of the post…

His head buzzed, and he felt his blood pressure instantly rise!

Not only was he stunned, but Ling Jianshu was also taken aback.

He had completely forgotten about browsing the forum before dinner.

He was caught off guard, never expecting that his browsing of CP posts would be so abruptly exposed to Qiao Song.

The two of them stopped in their tracks.

Qiao Song glanced at Ling Jianshu’s phone, then looked up at him.

Ling Jianshu first made eye contact with him for a second, then awkwardly looked down and turned away.

Cheng Yuan and Liu Junming had been walking ahead of them.

Liu Junming was unaware of their strange behavior.

It was Cheng Yuan who noticed that they had stopped and turned to call them, “Brother Shu, Qiao Qiao?”

Ling Jianshu looked up at him with a serious tone, “You two go ahead.”

Liu Junming was somewhat confused, “What’s wrong with you two—”

But before he could finish, Cheng Yuan interrupted, pulling him away, “Don’t ask too much! Let’s go, let’s go. Brother Shu told us to go first.”

Qiao Song remained silent for a while, waiting until they had walked far away before looking back at Ling Jianshu.

He raised his head to look at him, his gaze slightly awkward, and spoke with a lack of confidence, “Did you… see the post on the forum?”