After Dressing Up As A Woman, My Roommates All Kissed Me Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Pei Yisheng’s mind was screaming alarms—…

As if sensing Pei Yisheng’s confusion and wariness, Song Wen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed, smiling like a sly fox, yet his words were surprisingly proper.

“Actually, Professor Sun asked me to check in. She’s been a bit busy these past couple of days. Once she’s done, she’ll come to guide everyone’s rehearsal. She wanted to send a small token of appreciation first, so she doesn’t get drowned in everyone’s demands when she arrives.”

Professor Sun was the leader in charge of large-scale events in their College of Arts. She usually had a good relationship with everyone, often joking and teasing. Hearing that it was Professor Sun’s arrangement, the hands reaching for the small cakes sped up a bit.

Pei Yisheng looked at Song Wen suspiciously, finding it too coincidental. He hadn’t heard that Song Wen had any role in their performance. Why was he appeasing everyone on Professor Sun’s behalf?

If Song Wen was specifically here to see him, that would be too self-important. Pei Yisheng shook his head internally, deciding to accept Song Wen’s explanation.

Song Wen held one portion, specifically for Pei Yisheng, the flavor of which he had carefully instructed. “Sheng Sheng, I got this for you.”

Under everyone’s gaze, Pei Yisheng had no choice but to accept it, and under Song Wen’s expectant eyes, he took a bite of the small cake.

Song Wen eagerly asked, “How does it taste?”

“Quite good, not too sweet.” Pei Yisheng took another bite. The filling was soft, glutinous, and sweet, and the cake base was fluffy and delicious. It really was quite tasty.

Song Wen chuckled, “This was made by my auntie. If I could just master the recipe measurements, I would have made it for you myself.”

Pei Yisheng’s eyes widened. What kind of outrageous statement was that? Could he really say that to him?

“Song Wen, you really love to joke.” Pei Yisheng forced a smile. He absolutely did not want to cause trouble for himself. He had noticed earlier that everyone was eating the small cakes while listening to their conversation and gossiping!

Song Wen propped up his arm, tilted his head, and looked sad and lonely. “But I’m telling the truth.”

Truth my ass. If he really wanted to make a cake, he just needed to follow the instructions precisely and not get any sudden inspirations!

With so many chefs at his house, surely there was one specializing in desserts? Everything would be arranged step-by-step for the young master. Who would believe Song Wen if he claimed the finished product was subpar? Anyone who did was an idiot.

Pei Yisheng gave a hollow laugh and stopped responding. If he continued, who knew what outrageous things Song Wen would say next. Did Pei Yisheng still want to maintain his reputation?

Speaking of reputation, where was Fang Xin?

Hadn’t Song Wen been with Fang Xin recently?

The classmates watching the show were even more interested in this question, but they didn’t have the courage to ask Song Wen directly. They wanted to subtly probe Pei Yisheng for information. As soon as Song Wen left, a group of people surrounded Pei Yisheng.

“Yisheng, what did Song Wen mean just now?”

Pei Yisheng knew Song Wen had caused him trouble. He looked bewildered, and genuinely felt confused. His words sounded especially sincere, “I don’t know either. Maybe he was just looking out for me because we’re roommates. He’s always been a smooth talker; I’m used to it.”

The boys who had a crush on Song Wen curled their lips, completely disbelieving him and thinking Pei Yisheng was being a green tea. The girls, however, exchanged glances and conveyed some extraordinary information through their eyes.

Pei Yisheng couldn’t satisfy everyone, but fortunately, the break wasn’t long, and everyone returned to serious rehearsal. The interlude was considered over.

Unexpectedly, the forum erupted that evening.

Someone posted about Song Wen visiting the rehearsal that afternoon and bringing food and drinks. The post highlighted how wonderful Song Wen was, how delicious the treats were, and whose light they were basking in.

It warned “that person” to be careful not to have their home stolen.

Although Pei Yisheng’s name wasn’t explicitly mentioned, he was referred to as “the roommate” throughout. While Fang Xin’s name wasn’t mentioned either, everyone knew who “that person” was.

“Isn’t this deliberately stirring up trouble?” Pei Yisheng looked at the post and said to Su Yiyi, “I hope Fang Xin doesn’t see it. It’s malicious.”

Su Yiyi laughed, “The same goes for you.”

Pei Yisheng fell silent.

He didn’t know if Fang Xin had seen it, but he hadn’t come to confront Pei Yisheng. Rehearsals and studies already occupied all his extracurricular time. He had stopped his part-time job at the bar long ago, and Cao Qing had called him several times.

That guy kept implying that Pei Yisheng shouldn’t abandon him, and to let him know which bar he was working at next so he could chase after him to hang out.

Pei Yisheng almost blurted out the word “crazy.”

Meng Zihua’s studio was also temporarily paused. They squeezed in time once a week, concentrating on filming if there was work, or gathering material in the studio otherwise. All the platform accounts were waiting for updates.

If Pei Yisheng hadn’t been unwilling to expose his real information, his daily life alone would have been enough for updates.

He felt quite guilty. The senior had helped him so much, yet he hadn’t managed to balance his studies and work well.

When Meng Zihua learned of his dilemma, she advised him, “These are minor things. I definitely won’t pass up good work opportunities, but the rest are optional. Getting good GPA is the major thing, and that opportunity isn’t always available. Focus on the big picture and let go of the small things. Your choice is absolutely correct.”

Pei Yisheng nodded obediently.

Qin Zhou walked out of the bathroom and saw this scene.

He was clearly a tall, long-legged boy, yet he preferred to curl up in his chair, hugging his knees together. When talking on the phone, his voice was low and his laughter small, like a little hook, teasing.

His gaze fell on Pei Yisheng’s hugged legs—fair and smooth, with high Achilles tendons and slender ankles. When standing, his legs had particularly beautiful lines, but when sitting squeezed together, they looked pleasantly fleshy.

Pei Yisheng’s pajamas, made of pure cotton that looked years old, were loose and baggy. The pant legs had ridden up to his upper thighs, exposing a strip of boxer briefs.

Looking further would be impolite. He shifted his gaze upwards. Half a week had passed, and Pei Yisheng’s fingers had long since healed. They were round and full, holding the phone more beautifully than a hand model.

With another person in the dorm, Pei Yisheng felt less comfortable talking on the phone. He chatted for a few more minutes and then hung up. He turned to look at Qin Zhou, feeling the awkwardness of making small talk. “Are you staying here tonight?”

“Yes.” Qin Zhou was a man of few words. After a moment, seeing Pei Yisheng remain silent, he added, “My classes are concentrated these few days, so staying here is more convenient.”

“Hmm, true. Even driving, staying in the dorm saves ten minutes,” Pei Yisheng replied.

Qin Zhou glanced at him, feeling a sudden competitive urge. “I can get to class in five minutes.”

“Impressive, but driving too fast isn’t safe. There are quite a few people on campus.”

Qin Zhou wanted to say that his driving skills were excellent and there wouldn’t be any problems, but he felt it unnecessary to explain in such detail. Pei Yisheng was probably just being polite.

“Okay, I’ll drive slower on campus then.”

Actually, there was a speed limit on campus, but Qin Zhou usually ignored it.

Pei Yisheng curved his lips into a smile, thinking that Qin Zhou was actually quite easy to communicate with.

If Lin Jiayu were here and heard Qin Zhou say such a thing, his eyes would pop out. When had this guy ever driven cautiously? If he didn’t floor the accelerator and feel the push-back when starting, he felt like he hadn’t driven at all.

Over the next few days, Qin Zhou indeed stayed in the dorm. Pei Yisheng grew increasingly accustomed to his presence. For some reason, Qin Zhou made him feel more comfortable than Song Wen or Wen Xiuyun.

Perhaps it was because he had witnessed Qin Zhou standing up for justice.

Now, every road on campus had streetlights. Cao Qing had also turned over a new leaf. Pei Yisheng wasn’t sure about the girl’s news, but not paying attention and not touching the matter, allowing the incident to fade into the river of memory, was perhaps the best solution.

He still remembered Qin Zhou’s hand after hitting the person—the knuckles slightly scraped, full of power and providing a strong sense of security.

Unlike his own fingers, which turned red and swollen after being wrapped a couple of times with a hair tie.

Thinking of this, Pei Yisheng decided to bring Qin Zhou some late-night snacks after rehearsal.

Compared to him, Qin Zhou was a night owl. He didn’t know when he ever slept. The other night when Pei Yisheng got up, Qin Zhou was still playing a game.

He groggily asked Qin Zhou why he wasn’t sleeping, just being polite. Unexpectedly, Qin Zhou immediately said he was going to sleep and turned off his phone. The only light source in the dorm disappeared, and Pei Yisheng was stunned for two seconds before fumbling his way back to his own bed.

He wanted to ask Qin Zhou if quitting the game directly would get him reported for being idle, but his eyes, now adjusted to the darkness, saw Qin Zhou lying down, so he swallowed the question.

One instance of being idle shouldn’t be a big problem, right?

Wrapped in a fluffy scarf, Pei Yisheng picked out his favorite oden items from the steaming hot pot: he had to have the fish balls, the seaweed sprouts, the fish cakes, the radish…

He filled a large box, bought two rice balls, and then headed back to the dorm.

“I’m back,” Pei Yisheng said as he opened the door, naturally extending the items for someone to take. Once they were taken, he unwrapped his scarf and hung it up.

Wen Xiuyun looked down at the things Pei Yisheng brought back, a cold sneer forming in his heart.

He had thought Pei Yisheng, living alone in the dorm, would realize his worth and come back to him, apologizing and admitting his mistake. Then he would magnanimously forgive him and find an opportunity to take things further with Pei Yisheng.

Look how quickly Pei Yisheng was being molded into someone else’s image after only a few days of his absence!

After taking off his scarf, Pei Yisheng felt something was off. Qin Zhou should have spoken to him by now. He turned around and saw Wen Xiuyun’s gloomy face, which startled him.

Wen Xiuyun looked up at him and asked, like a male ghost, “Sheng Sheng, who were you talking to just now?”

“To put it another way, who was the last person living and spending time with you in this dorm?”

Pei Yisheng: “…”

“Just the people from the dorm. No outsiders came.”

“Song Wen?” Wen Xiuyun observed Pei Yisheng’s expression. Seeing his demeanor was normal, he stated confidently, “Qin Zhou.”

He knew Song Wen was tied up with Fang Xin; how could he possibly come to the dorm? So, Qin Zhou was the one who stole his home.

“Pei Yisheng, you think Song Wen and I are bad, but how much better is Qin Zhou?”

“You haven’t been out of the loop, you know what Qin Zhou’s reputation is like. Getting involved with him, will that really be better than me and Song Wen?”

Wen Xiuyun finally stopped boiling the frog slowly. “Sheng Sheng, I am more devoted than Song Wen and more emotionally stable than Qin Zhou. Even if you’re considering someone, you should consider me. What are those two?”

Wen Xiuyun harshly put down the others.

Pei Yisheng’s mind was screaming alarms—

Save him, save him! This wasn’t how the plot was supposed to go!