After Dressing Up As A Woman, My Roommates All Kissed Me Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Two were already troublesome, but Song Wen returned…

Qin Zhou and Wen Xiuyun’s open rivalry did not cause Pei Yisheng much distress. As usual, he woke up early, attended classes, went to rehearsals, looked at off-campus housing with Su Yiyi, and endured the hour of feigned deafness back in the dorm. It was truly insignificant in his daily routine.

Pei Yisheng brainwashed himself: That’s right, insignificant!

Su Yiyi sipped his sweet drink, winking. “Is that so? I don’t believe it. You say it’s insignificant, but look, you’ve got a pimple popping up right between your brows.”

After speaking, Su Yiyi glanced at the pimple again. Heaven truly favored Pei Yisheng; even his pimples looked like beauty marks.

Today, they were trying on costumes for rehearsal. Everyone else with short hair looked a bit strange, and even those with delicate, cute features couldn’t escape looking affected. Once they put on the dresses, the vibe was so strong it felt like the only straight thing in the room was the handle of a makeup brush. Yet, Pei Yisheng stood out in the middle of it all, looking utterly clueless, prominent, and dazzling.

Even the pimple seemed to be cooperating with the look. Tian Miaomiao, who specialized in styling, had eyes like searchlights as she circled Pei Yisheng, chattering away. “Sheng Sheng, you look so good. Can I take a picture of you? I want to keep the memory of this pimple. I’ll dot it on you during the makeup trial; it has so much character.”

Tian Miaomiao stared at Pei Yisheng, practically drooling.

Su Yiyi was in the same club and was very familiar with her tendency to freeze whenever she saw a beautiful person. Fearing that Pei Yisheng wouldn’t be able to leave if the conversation continued, Su Yiyi grabbed him and pulled him out.

Pei Yisheng raised a hand to touch the spot. The pimple was red and painful, making his entire head feel like it was filled with paste. He pouted and said, “Do you want this blessing?”

“I wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare,” Su Yiyi was no longer the naive person he was when he first arrived. “You really are the smart one. Those people only care about satisfying their own selfish desires; they don’t care whether we live or die. If we get played, we’ll have nowhere to complain.”

Su Yiyi’s feeling of empathy for others came from Fang Xin.

The forums were all saying that Fang Xin had been dumped by Song Wen.

The rumors were detailed and convincing, even including a timeline. Su Yiyi felt sick looking at it, because according to the timeline, while Song Wen was flirting with Fang Xin, he hadn’t been idle—he still went to bars and still stayed out all night.

Poor Fang Xin looked incredibly haggard in the photos.

Pei Yisheng had nothing to say about this. Fang Xin’s situation was bad, but his own was no better.

When he returned to the dorm, besides Qin Zhou and Wen Xiuyun, Song Wen was also back.

Song Wen approached with a smiling face, his peach blossom eyes blinking as he flirted with Pei Yisheng. “Sheng Sheng, are you coming back this late recently? Is rehearsal tiring? What do you want to eat tomorrow? I’ll bring it over for you.”

Song Wen walked up to Pei Yisheng and reached out to take his backpack, but Pei Yisheng deftly dodged him. Song Wen didn’t seem upset; instead, he leaned against Pei Yisheng’s desk, secretly provoking the other two while Pei Yisheng lowered his head to tidy up.

He wasn’t like the pretentious jerk or the maniac. One was slowly boiling the frog, and the other was washing underwear with a cold face. Wen Xiuyun’s posturing gave him some fighting power, but Qin Zhou was nothing in Song Wen’s eyes. So what if his family was rich? Pei Yisheng wasn’t someone who could be attracted by good family background alone.

Song Wen was fully aware of his own charm, and he strutted back and forth in front of Pei Yisheng like a peacock displaying its feathers.

Pei Yisheng finished tidying his books and backpack and wanted to hang them up. Even though it was only two or three steps away, Song Wen insisted on doing it for him. Pei Yisheng dodged, and Song Wen followed. When Pei Yisheng wanted to take off his jacket, Song Wen reached out to help him. When Pei Yisheng headed to the bathroom, Song Wen walked two steps with him.

Pei Yisheng: “…”

“Song Wen, I can handle these small things myself.”

Song Wen played dumb. “But I haven’t helped you with anything.”

“You’re getting in my way,” Pei Yisheng said flatly.

“Hmph.” Qin Zhou couldn’t hold back a laugh. He looked relaxed, clearly enjoying the show. “He thinks you’re troublesome. Can’t you understand that?”

With his back to Pei Yisheng, Song Wen shot a cold look at Qin Zhou, curling his lip in mockery. “Mind your own business.”

The smile faded from Qin Zhou’s face, and the coldness in his eyes intensified. “I’m not talking about you. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Pei Yisheng remained silent, his mind momentarily turning wicked. He wished they would hurry up and fight, injure each other, and go to the hospital so they would stop tormenting him in the dorm.

Wen Xiuyun seemed to sense Pei Yisheng’s predicament. While the two mad dogs were confronting each other, Wen Xiuyun spoke gently to Pei Yisheng. “Sheng Sheng, go do what you need to do. It’s getting late. Get some rest and recharge.”

Qin Zhou and Song Wen’s gazes simultaneously shot toward Wen Xiuyun. They both thought, almost in unison, that this sly bastard was benefiting from their conflict!

Unwilling to be outdone, they also wanted to show concern for Pei Yisheng, but the moment he heard Wen Xiuyun’s words, he had already entered the bathroom, giving neither of them a chance to act.

Once Pei Yisheng was gone, the three men didn’t exchange words, or even eye contact.

Qin Zhou pulled out the WeChat contact he had added last time and sent Pei Yisheng a message. Hearing the buzzing vibration coming from Pei Yisheng’s desk, Qin Zhou was so annoyed that he slammed his phone face down on the table.

He had to find time to talk to Pei Yisheng properly.

Wen Xiuyun and Song Wen were both bad news. Pei Yisheng could date anyone but those two.

He hadn’t considered why he was so anxious, caring more about Pei Yisheng’s love life than he did about the long-haired girl he was supposed to be looking for.

Pei Yisheng deliberately prolonged his washing time. Before coming out this time, he carefully wiped the water off his face, neatly arranged his pajamas, and even put on socks. He was practically wrapped up from head to toe, yet when he emerged, he was greeted by three pairs of eyes staring at him from different directions.

He involuntarily swallowed, but kept a calm expression. “I’m done washing up.”

“Sleep early,” Wen Xiuyun said gently.

“Good night,” Qin Zhou countered, unwilling to lose ground.

“See you tomorrow,” Song Wen said with a sweet smile.

Pei Yisheng nodded. “Good night, everyone.”

With the thick, fuzzy socks, his feet didn’t feel cold even on the ladder. Pei Yisheng suddenly realized this was a great idea.

The other three, however, stared blankly at Pei Yisheng’s fuzzy socks, especially Qin Zhou. He had always thought Pei Yisheng’s feet were beautiful—the nails were round, the soles were long and pale, and when his foot touched the ground, his toes would turn a delicate pink, which was quite fascinating.

Pei Yisheng was unaware of their thoughts. Once he was in bed, he quickly pulled the curtain shut, isolating himself from everything outside. He let out a deep sigh as he lay down.

Two were already troublesome; Song Wen’s return made it a disaster.

Perhaps he was too anxious, because Pei Yisheng had another dream.

He woke up in the middle of the night. The dorm was pitch black, but Pei Yisheng could hear the breathing of the three others, so close it felt like they were right next to his ear. The absurd, unspeakable scenes from the dream seemed to have a life of their own, helping him filter through the candidates.

Qin Zhou’s palms were large, his eyes fierce.

Wen Xiuyun’s voice was deep, and he knew how to say nice things.

Song Wen’s nose was high, and he was clingy.

His body felt hot, as if it were on fire. When Pei Yisheng realized what he was doing, he abruptly sat up, pulling back the curtain to breathe deeply.

His eyes, which had decent night vision, looked at the sleeping figures. Only then did his violently pounding heart slowly calm down.

He was terrified.

He didn’t want to spend another day in this dorm!