My straight roommate is so good

Qiao Song stared at the word “lawsuit” in the title and momentarily thought he was involved in some criminal case.

After a moment of confusion, he realized it was a play on words: “Tree” from Ling Jianshu and “Song” from Qiao Song.

Not too pleased with the CP name, he could only smile wryly and click the link.

【0#：Enough talk, just look at the pictures!】

The main post featured a high-definition photo capturing a beautiful scene.

In the evening, warm light bathed the campus of Lan Cheng University.

The path between the gym and the art center was drenched in rich orange hues, making the scene look like an ancient oil painting.

Two tall, slender boys appeared in this picturesque setting.

Qiao Song saw himself and Ling Jianshu standing face to face under a towering phoenix tree, their silhouettes elongated by the setting sun.

The angle chosen by the photographer was excellent, clearly capturing their faces.

Ling Jianshu had sharp brows and starry eyes, with a well-defined jawline. His loose athletic wear could not hide his broad shoulders and narrow waist, exuding a potent aura of masculinity even in the gentle light.

Standing next to him, Qiao Song had delicate and gentle features, his skin as white as snow.

At that moment, he was saying something, his beautifully shaped lips slightly parted, like cherry blossoms quietly blooming in spring, waiting to be picked.

People passing by looked at them with curiosity.

Yet, they were oblivious, their focus solely on each other, lost in their own world…

From this photo alone, Qiao Song and Ling Jianshu did indeed look like a perfect CP, their every gesture filled with an indescribable tension.

If he hadn’t been there, knowing what they had talked about, he might almost believe in their CP status.

He thought to himself, art truly comes from life and yet transcends it.

Though photography appears to record life, it, like other forms of art, is not realistic.

The captured moment was merely a fleeting instant or a partial glimpse.

That’s all.

Of course, no matter the reality, it didn’t stop the clueless onlookers from getting excited and posting fervently.

【1#：Ahhhhh, I’m going crazy! Who else has been struck by the sexual tension of these two? It’s me!!!】

【2#：Me too, me too! Big brother, include me!】

【3#：Holy crap, one is absolutely handsome, the other is stunningly beautiful!】

【4#：Chinese people never lie to Chinese people; the title is accurate and true! My face-loving heart is going to heaven today!】

【5#：Visual dominance couple forever!!!】

【6#：Forget looks for a moment, just look at the atmosphere between them. Look at LJS’s aggressive gaze; he seems like he wants to devour QS!】

【7#：QS is also incredible, looking innocently up at LJS with slightly parted lips—was he deliberately baiting him?】

【8#：If this isn’t a ship, then I’m fake!!!】

【9#：Am I the only one who thinks it’s unreliable…? LJS and QS are from different departments, not in the same club, and have never been seen together. How can this be shipped?】

【10#：Replying to 9#, you’re not alone. To be rational, who knows if this photo was misaligned or edited? Even if it’s real, what does one photo prove?】

【11#：Shipping a CP is all about the vibe. 9 and 10, stop being so picky, it will only ruin your enjoyment.】

【12#：If you’re not shipping, get out. Don’t make things gloomy here.】

The thread was rapidly approaching a quarrel.

Qiao Song frowned, scrolling down the screen with slender fingers.

Unlike what he had expected, it seemed that 9 and 10 had realized they were outnumbered and stopped posting.

The atmosphere in the following dozens of posts was harmonious.

Everyone was united in shipping the CP, each person acting like a modern-day Leeuwenhoek, scrutinizing every pixel of the photo for sweetness.

The most absurd thing was that two birds happened to land on the phoenix tree behind Qiao Song, beak to beak.

So someone carefully studied the two birds.

【87#：If I’m not mistaken, these two should be Norfolk Island silvereyes, also known as “lovebirds.”】

【88#：Lovebirds pecking kisses! What a divine metaphor!!! I’m crying from shipping so hard!】

【89#：Hi everyone, I was there. I’m the bird on the left. When the couple said they didn’t want to fall in love, I, the silvereye, was the first to disagree.】

【90#：Sisters, you’re amazing! Following you, I won’t lack sweetness!】

【91#：LOL!!!】

While everyone on the forum was fervently shipping, Qiao Song was anxiously glancing at the other dorm resident, who was a homophobic straight guy…

What would Ling Jianshu think if he saw this post? He couldn’t even imagine.

The real unfortunate ones might not be those fervent shippers, but him and the two innocent silvereyes.

He continued scrolling with a nervous heart.

After flipping through 200 posts, he finally saw something more interesting among many similar replies.

【278#：LJS is so handsome! You might not believe it, but today I used LJS’s sharp jawline to cut vegetables for a feast, and now I’m so tired I want to bury myself in his chest and cry!】

【279#：Replying to 278#, wake up, sister. Do you have QS’s white skin? Even a girl like me who’s always sun-blocked is darker than QS.】

【280#：Replying to 278#, and QS’s face—don’t you think it’s on a different dimension from ordinary people? He’s as exquisite as if he stepped out of a comic, while we ordinary folks look like mud dolls…】

【281#：Replying to 280#, I don’t care, LJS is mine! QS, step aside!】

【282#：Replying to 281#, well then… Good night, you continue dreaming.】

【283#：By the way… can someone explain what LJS and QS stand for?】

【284#：Replying to 283#, LJS is “Two-bedroom apartment,” and QS is “Diving.”】

【285#：Two-bedroom apartment, diving… I still don’t quite understand… [scratching head.jpg]】

【286#：LOL, the poster above has been tricked by 284.】

Qiao Song couldn’t help but laugh softly at this point.

That small laugh caught Ling Jianshu’s attention.

Ling Jianshu stopped typing and turned to look at him, asking, “Seen the post?”

“Yeah, I’m looking at it.”

“What’s it about?”

…This was a tricky question.

Qiao Song suppressed the smile in his eyes and struggled to come up with an answer.

When he found no better option, he decided to be bold and self-centered: “Actually, it’s nothing special. It’s just praising us for being good-looking.”

Ling Jianshu raised an eyebrow, “That’s it?”

Qiao Song nodded firmly, “Yeah, that’s it.”

Although he appeared confident, he was actually a bit nervous.

But he thought, this couldn’t really be considered a lie… could it?

After all, some posts did praise Ling Jianshu’s handsomeness and his own delicateness.

He had just filtered out some unnecessary information…

Fortunately, Ling Jianshu didn’t seem to suspect anything, only sneering, “These people must be bored with too little homework.”

He quickly agreed, “Yeah, I think they’re too idle. I don’t understand why they’re so excited about this. It’s even trending.”

He hoped that would end the discussion.

However, Ling Jianshu picked up his phone, unlocked it, and said, “I want to see what they’re saying.”

Oh no!

Qiao Song panicked for a moment but quickly came up with an idea, stepping over to his side.

He reached out to grasp his wrist, meeting his gaze and trying to stay calm. “Do you care about other people’s opinions?”

Ling Jianshu didn’t answer immediately.

His thoughts were uncontrollably drawn to his wrist.

The touch of Qiao Song’s fingers was exceptionally delicate.

His fingers were long and white, with a hint of pink at the tips, softening his usual aloofness and giving a fragile impression.

Ling Jianshu’s gaze lingered on his fingertips, his breath momentarily halting. His forearm muscles tensed, and his fingers curled slightly.

The contrast between their skin tones was striking, causing a significant visual impact.

Qiao Song’s cool temperature seemed to penetrate his skin, intensifying the indescribable impact on Ling Jianshu’s heart.

He found himself struggling to control his racing heartbeat.

Though he wasn’t outright losing composure, he was certainly feeling out of control.

This loss of control frustrated and annoyed him.

Yet, he didn’t ask Qiao Song to let go but instead suppressed his rising agitation and furrowed his brows.

After a moment of silence, he forced himself to calm down, shifting his gaze from the offending hand to meet Qiao Song’s eyes.

Only then did Qiao Song realize that grabbing a homophobic straight guy’s wrist without letting go was a risky move.

His heart skipped a beat, his fingers trembled slightly, and he initially tightened his grip before abruptly letting go.

He stepped back a bit, apologizing softly, “Sorry, I—”

“It’s fine.” Ling Jianshu interrupted him, meeting his gaze for a moment before adding, “I don’t care.”

“…Don’t care about what?”

Don’t care about his touch?

Qiao Song pondered for a moment and finally realized that his “I don’t care” was answering his earlier question.

Not caring about others’ opinions.

Perfect.

He seized the opportunity, “Then don’t look at it. It’s a waste of time.”

Although he tried hard to hide his panic, Ling Jianshu still noticed.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Ling Jianshu decided to tease him.

He deliberately held onto his phone, a smirk playing on his lips as he said, “It’s okay, a few minutes won’t matter. I’m curious to see what they’re saying.

Qiao Song’s heart sank, already considering what color coffin would suit him best.