Chapter 2765 The Online Game Master's "Straight Male" Roommate 04

Cheng Lang took out an ice-cold beer from the refrigerator. Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw the door to the second bedroom open. Jin Chen was standing in the doorway, his hat off and his hair a little messy.

"Did I wake you up?" Cheng Lang asked apologetically, turning around and leaning against the refrigerator.

"No." Jin Chen shook her head, walked out and turned on the main light in the living room. She noticed the gloom between Cheng Lang's brows. "I was playing games and haven't gone to sleep yet."

"Oh, I see." Cheng Lang chuckled and shook the beer can in his hand. "I'll grab something to drink."

Jin Chen didn't ask why he was drinking at this hour. He said softly, "Senior, let me prepare some hangover medicine for you. You drank quite a bit at dinner, and you're going to have a headache tomorrow."

Cheng Lang was taken aback. “No need,” he shook his head and put the beer back in the refrigerator. “You’re right. I have my graduation project to do tomorrow. Drinking will interfere with my work.”

He closed the refrigerator door, rubbed his face, and said, "I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep. Do you have class tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have a class at 10 a.m.

“That’s perfect,” Cheng Lang smiled. “I’m going to school around the same time tomorrow, so I can take you with me. It’s on the way anyway.”

Jin Chen's lips curved into a smile, and her voice was gentle, "Okay, thank you, senior."

"Don't mention it." Cheng Lang waved his hand, seemingly in a better mood. "Then it's settled. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning. Go to sleep. Young people shouldn't stay up all night playing games."

"Senior, you should get some rest too." Jin Chen deliberately ignored the second half of the sentence. They logged off one after the other, so neither of them said anything to the other.

Having a roommate like this wouldn't be bad.

With that thought in mind, Cheng Lang took his change of clothes and headed to the bathroom.

-

The next day, Jin Chen finished tidying up and came out of her room, only to see Cheng Lang carrying breakfast out of the kitchen. It was a simple pancake rolled with lettuce and ham, and there was also soy milk on the table.

The room was well-heated, and Cheng Lang was only wearing a thin, tight gray shirt that showed off his full chest muscles and muscular arms. He was holding a plate in one hand and yawned.

When Cheng Lang saw Jin Chen come out, he stopped halfway through his yawn. He had never seen anyone wear a white sweater so well.

The junior student, wearing a white turtleneck sweater, stood there, looking as clean as winter, and somewhat like cotton that had come to life.

"Good morning, senior." Jin Chen walked over and took the plate from his hand. "Thank you for your hard work, I'll take it."

As he approached, a faint yet lingering fragrance wafted into Cheng Lang's nostrils. He took a breath, not knowing what the fragrance was, but it was unique and quite pleasant.

"It was just something I did, but the pancakes might be a little overcooked. Please bear with it."

Cheng Lang took a bite of his own portion and looked up at the person opposite him.

The junior student ate very politely, his lips turning a light pink from the steam, and his fingers holding the cup were clean and slender.

"Jinchen, you're not from around here, are you?" Cheng Lang started a conversation.

We talked a lot over hot pot last night, but mostly about school; we didn't know much about each other's personal lives.

Jin Chen swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, "Yes, my home is in the south, quite far away."

Cheng Lang recalled what he had said yesterday: a child from the south who had come to the north to study alone and was now having a falling out with his family. Wouldn't he be all alone in this city?

His already overflowing enthusiasm resurfaced, and looking at the junior student quietly eating breakfast, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness emanating from him.

“Winter here is quite tough,” Cheng Lang said, his tone softening. “Tell me if you have any problems getting used to.”

Jin Chen looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright. "Okay, thank you, senior."

After breakfast, I got ready to go out.

Cheng Lang deftly slipped on a short black down jacket, zipping it all the way up, which accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, making him look sharp and energetic.

He noticed that Jin Chen's down jacket was also white, and he was wearing a light blue cashmere scarf. He looked so handsome that it was dazzling. In Cheng Lang's opinion, even those celebrities who took winter photoshoots on TV were no better than him.

"Senior." Jin Chen suddenly called out to him.

Cheng Lang turned around, "Hmm?"

Jin Chen approached. The two were about the same height, with Jin Chen being slightly taller. She raised her hand and wrapped another scarf around Cheng Lang's neck. It was the same style, white.

"It's cold outside." Jin Chen lowered her eyes and adjusted the tightness of his scarf. She leaned closer, and the fragrance enveloped him again, even clearer than before.

Cheng Lang couldn't help but take another deep breath.

By the time he came to his senses, the scarf was already properly wrapped around his neck, the soft cashmere against his skin.

Cheng Lang is usually carefree and adheres to the principle of not wearing a scarf until the snow reaches his knees. Besides, it hasn't snowed yet, so he hasn't even thought about wearing those scarves he's kept at the bottom of his trunk.

"Thanks," Cheng Lang touched the scarf, feeling a warmth in his heart. He didn't refuse and gave Cheng Lang a friendly, light hug around the shoulder.

Jin Chen let him do as he pleased, a faint smile in her eyes. She said nothing and went out with him.

-

There aren't many classes in the senior year. Cheng Lang only has two required classes in the morning today, and then he has to work on his graduation project and organize his internship materials.

He walked into the classroom carrying his laptop bag. The heating was on full blast, and it got very hot in no time. He took off his down jacket, thought for a moment, and then carefully took off the light blue scarf around his neck.

Cheng Lang hesitated for a moment, and instead of casually stuffing the scarf into his bag as he usually did, he carefully folded it before putting it into the side pocket of his backpack.

As he sat down, turned on his computer, and waited for it to boot up, Cheng Lang, as if possessed, lowered his head and gently sniffed the collar of his sweater.

It seems... it's picked up a little bit of that smell too? Faint, almost imperceptible.

He raised his wrist and smelled it again.

"What are you sniffing so much?" A head popped up from the next seat, and Xu Can sniffed along with it. "Are you wearing perfume? Starting to care about your image? I can't smell anything."

"Get lost, why would I wear perfume? I don't have that stuff." Cheng Lang laughed and scolded as he pushed his head away.

"Hey, how's that thing from yesterday? You mean that guy who got the wrong person... Hua Yu, right? I made some inquiries, and apparently he's a junior from the art department who took a break from his studies. His family is quite wealthy, but he's not in good health. You really don't know him?"

“Where would I have met him?” Cheng Lang said irritably, “It was a completely undeserved disaster.”

"What about in the game? Have you found that Sword Light Cold yet?" Xu Can sighed, "You're a perpetual single dog, you can't really take the blame for someone else."

"Couldn't find it."

Cheng Lang unscrewed his thermos, took a sip of water, and briefly recounted how Hua Yu had caused trouble in the game last night. He didn't notice that Xu Qian, who was sitting one seat away, looked somewhat uneasy.

Ever since Xu Qian witnessed Hua Yu confronting Cheng Lang yesterday, he had been feeling uneasy and hadn't dared to log into the game. He never expected things to escalate so much, and he was even more afraid to admit that Jian Guang Leng was him.

Xu Qian listened to Cheng Lang and Xu Can's conversation with trepidation, thinking to himself that Cheng Lang was capable and had friends. Even if he was misunderstood and suffered some reputational damage, everyone would forget about it after a while.

But he's different. If he dares to go online and admit it, he can forget about playing in the game anymore. He might even be doxxed, and Hua Yu might come to his school and ruin everything.

No, we absolutely cannot say it. Not only can we not say it, but we must also confirm this and make Cheng Lang the scapegoat.

Xu Qian scrolled through the class group photo album on his phone and quickly found two photos of Cheng Lang's back on the basketball court and in the library. They weren't very clear, but people who knew him well could recognize him.

He then found an old post from a year ago on the game forum, quickly edited it, replaced the original landscape photo with a photo of Cheng Lang's back, and then saved it.

After finishing all this, Xu Qian leaned back in his chair, his palms sweaty.

He kept reassuring himself: Cheng Lang would definitely not find that old post. Hua Yu was in a fit of anger, and seeing this evidence would only make her more convinced that it was Cheng Lang.

Let's wait until things calm down... let's wait until things calm down before we talk about it.