Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Chapter 65 Will You Raise Me?Future program...

On Monday afternoon, Cheng Yue received a call from the professor of chemistry, asking him to select another team member within this week, and then send him the new list of members.

Cheng Yue and An Mingyu posted a message in the grade QQ group to promote it, and asked Ruan Wenjing to make a project introduction poster overnight.

The location of the candidates was set in a classroom, which happened to be vacant after they finished class.

"What if no one comes?" Cheng Yue whispered worriedly into An Mingyu's ear.

In order to ensure the effect, An Mingyu also sent out a small red envelope to attract everyone's attention.

An Mingyu reassured him: "Why is there no one? Some people will want to sign up for the projects they participated in during college just by writing them on their resumes."

makes sense.

Cheng Yue felt a little relieved.

But he didn't expect that when the get out of class bell rang, the people in the classroom would be blocked by the students who rushed over to sign up, and they couldn't get out.

"Excuse me, is this the project team of Cheng Yue and An Mingyu?" Someone shouted at the door.

Zhao Xuyang, who rushed over to help, stood on the table and responded: "Yes, yes! Please don't squeeze everyone, let the people in the classroom go out first, thank you everyone!"

They were sitting in the back row of the lecture theater, and Cheng Yue was a little dumbfounded looking at the students standing on the podium.

An Mingyu leaned into his ear: "How about it, I'll just talk about Mr. Cheng's project, it's impossible that no one is there?"

"..." At school, Cheng Yue didn't dare to be so presumptuous, and took half a step to the side, "Be more serious."

An Mingyu just liked to see him shy, quietly holding the person's hand under the table: "I'm very serious, why is Teacher Cheng's face so red?"

Cheng Yue wanted to stare at him, but he was afraid that the noise would affect him too much, so he could only pretend he didn't hear him.

Zhao Xuyang, who had witnessed everything behind them, cleared his throat.

"Well, students, line up and come to the four of us to collect the forms."

There were too many applicants, and An Mingyu couldn't find Cheng Yue to make small moves. He was busy until it was close to dinner time, and finally registered all the students who wanted to participate in the project.

Cheng Yue's hands were tired from writing his name.

He put down the pen, An Mingyu came over and held his right hand: "Rub it for you?"

The people were almost gone, and Cheng Yue didn't resist.

An Mingyu pressed and rubbed his right hand with moderate strength, which was very comfortable.

"I'll rub it for you too..." Cheng Yue just raised his hand, unexpectedly, a student turned back and ran into the classroom to see these two people playing a game of touching hands on the desk, he was stunned for a moment.

Cheng Yueqiang pretended to be calm: "Is there any question?"

"Ah, ah..." The boy scratched his head, "Yes, that, I just want to ask, Daiso will be held soon, are you interested in participating? If so, I would like to form a team or something."

"Daiso?"

"College Student Entrepreneurship Competition."

Cheng Yue didn't hear anyone mentioning this, so he was a little confused.

An Mingyu answered the call for him: "We still need to discuss it, please leave your contact information, and we will contact you later."

"Okay, okay." The boy came over and rummaged through the registration form, and took out one, "This is mine, and the QQ above is my QQ. If you are interested, add me at any time."

Ruan Wenjing held her chin on one side: "I'm envious."

"Yeah, is this what it feels like when two school gods lead us to fly?" Zhao Xuyang also joked, "Daiso's news counselor posted it in our grade group, Cheng Yue, you can go to the group file to find it, find it If not, I'll send you one."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Mingyu said in a deep voice, "No, I'll send it to him."

Zhao Xuyang stepped back tactically: "...excuse me."

Remembering that he went to Gay with Zhao Xuyang before, Cheng Yue sat on pins and needles for a moment: "Well, I'm hungry, shall we go for dinner?"

I need to find some reason to get away from here.

"Yeah." An Mingyu looked calm, but she didn't intend to leave, "What do you eat?"

Cheng Yue stood up straight away: "Thinking while walking?"

With his eyes, he signaled Zhao Xuyang next to him to slip away quickly, and the latter received the signal.

"Well, I'm suddenly hungry too, let's go first, see you next time."

By the way, Ruan Wenjing was taken away.

There were only the two of them left in the classroom.

An Mingyu still didn't move.

Cheng Yue leaned over cautiously: "Are you... unhappy?"

"No." An Mingyu pinched the palm of his hand, "Mr. Cheng is popular, I'm not happy yet, how can I be unhappy."

Cheng Yue: "..."

Whose vinegar jar was overturned?

He held An Mingyu's hand back: "I have nothing with him."

An Mingyu nodded: "I know, I'm really not angry."

Cheng Yue was silent for a few seconds, then rushed over to hold An Mingyu's shoulder and lowered his head to nibble on his lips.

"He confessed to me twice and I refused." An Mingyu pursed her lips tightly and refused to let him kiss, Cheng Yue stood up and looked at him, "I had a conflict with you at that time because I listened to him and was misled by him gone."

An Mingyu finally raised his eyes: "What?"

Cheng Yue: "I realized that I didn't feel like a friend to you. It happened that no one around me knew about it, so I asked him."

"Then he said he would take me to meet the boy he recognized and see if I had feelings for him."

"If you don't feel it, it means I don't like men."

An Mingyu stared at him: "The result?"

"I must not feel it." Cheng Yue opened his eyes slightly, "I thought I didn't like you."

"Later, I saw many people on the forum saying that if I don't like men, it would be irresponsible for you to continue to procrastinate and deceive your feelings."

"Forum?" An Mingyu frowned.

"It was also Zhao Xuyang who told me." Cheng Yue swallowed.

An Mingyu knew which forum it was after hearing his name.

"Stop watching this."

"I haven't watched it." Cheng Yue pouted, "But if it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have figured it out."

An Mingyu scratched his pursed lips with her finger, and said with a smile, "What do you want to understand?"

Cheng Yue grabbed his hand: "I like you."

An Mingyu: "Then I still have to thank him?"

"..." Cheng Yue was amused by his jealous king's attitude, "You can thank him, he is half a matchmaker."

Zhao Xuyang, who was walking back to the dormitory, suddenly sneezed twice.

Ruan Wenjing: "Cold?"

He touched his nose: "No."

Xin Dao was probably scolded by An Mingyu.

In the evening, Cheng Yue took a few changes of clothes from the dormitory and followed An Mingyu to his apartment.

The relationship between the two is public, and it seems that it is not good for Yang Kaimiao to stay in the dormitory.

An Mingyu went to the bathroom to take a shower first, while Cheng Yue sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

[Zhao Xuyang: I heard about the public relationship between the two of you, how dare he. 】

Cheng Yue paused for a few seconds, and replied 【I want him to make it public. 】

[Zhao Xuyang: ...]

[Zhao Xuyang: Yes, I understand what they mean when they say that you both can eat a mouthful of dog food at a glance. 】

[Cheng Yue:? 】

[Zhao Xuyang: It's okay, although it may seem like I'm a bit talkative, but I still want to mention something. 】

[Cheng Yue: Tell me. 】

[Zhao Xuyang: Do you know what's going on with An Mingyu's family? 】

Cheng Yue thought about it.

[Cheng Yue: I've been to his house. 】

[Zhao Xuyang: Have you met your parents? ? 】

[Zhao Xuyang: That's okay. 】

[Cheng Yue: It doesn't count as meeting the parents... We were not together at that time. 】

[Zhao Xuyang:? 】

[Cheng Yue: He invited me to his birthday. 】

[Zhao Xuyang: Oh, that's because you thought you were not together. 】

[Cheng Yue: ...]

indeed.

According to An Mingyu's thinking, when he invited him to his home for his birthday, he still thought that he had a crush on him.

[Zhao Xuyang: Anyway, let me just mention one thing, you can refer to it yourself. 】

[Zhao Xuyang: You can't imagine how many people are trying to get in at the gate of An's house.If you two want the long term, you'd better make sure that you and An Mingyu are on equal footing. 】

[Cheng Yue: What do you mean? 】

[Zhao Xuyang: In all aspects, what if the kind of lady who is right with him comes, and his parents see him right, what should you do? 】

[Cheng Yue:? ? 】

[Cheng Yue: Impossible. 】

Although he had only met him twice, he felt that An Mingyu's mother had a good impression of him, and An Mingyu's father was also very kind.

Cheng Yue typed quickly, imitating what An Mingyu told him on the way back just now, and told Zhao Xuyang exactly.

[Cheng Yue: You should watch less bitter dramas and forum tree holes. 】

[Zhao Xuyang:? 】

Cheng Yue felt a lot more comfortable after being beaten.

But after he thought about it carefully, what Zhao Xuyang said made a little sense.

Cheng Yue fumbled back to his phone again, downloaded all the documents related to the college student entrepreneurship competition sent by the counselor in the grade group, and read them carefully.

After he finished reading, An Mingyu just came out of the shower: "I turned on the exhaust fan, and I'll go in later, it's too hot."

He didn't hear a response after he finished speaking, An Mingyu leaned close to Cheng Yue, and a fresh scent of shower gel enveloped him.

"looking at what?"

Cheng Yue turned his head: "An Mingyu."

An Mingyu raised her eyebrows: "What's the matter? Tell me what you want."

"..." Cheng Yue blushed, "No. I want to participate in the Daiso competition."

An Mingyu glanced at his mobile phone screen: "If you want to participate, just participate, and then send a red envelope for you to recruit teammates?"

Cheng Yue was still staring at him, An Mingyu stretched out his arms and pulled him into his arms: "What's the matter, Yue Yue, staring at me like this?"

"I want to make money, An Mingyu." Cheng Yue leaned against his neck and said softly.

An Mingyu was silent for a few seconds: "Why do you suddenly think of this?"

"Did someone say something to you?"

"No..." Cheng Yue shook his head, "I thought about it myself."

"I've already calculated my grandfather's illness and the nurse's money, and I can pay it off at the end of next semester." Cheng Yue said, "But... I was single at that time, so I didn't expect to have other expenses."

He sat up from An Mingyu's arms: "It's different now, I can't even buy you a decent present for your birthday with the little money I usually get from part-time jobs."

Cheng Yue and him looked at each other: "I want to make more money, at least I can't be so stuttering when I'm in love."

An Mingyu opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Cheng Yue: "Don't say you are rich."

"Your money is yours, and I also want to spend my own money for you, that's different." He said firmly.

An Mingyu said dumbly, "Okay."

"I didn't mean to say I'm rich." He smiled again, "Strictly speaking, most of what I spend now is my parents' money. If you really want to compare me to you, I'm still a pauper who doesn't even have a part-time job. I have to rely on Teacher Cheng to support me."

An Mingyu leaned over and rubbed Cheng Yue's body: "Do you support me? The future Boss Cheng."

Cheng Yue's ears felt hot: "...Nursing."