Chapter 2787: The Online Game God's 'Straight Male' Roommate 32/33

Jin Chen finished shopping, carrying big and small bags back to the small apartment; it was already almost seven.

The room was warm and cozy, the rain outside continued.

Cheng Lang washed his hands and started handling the ingredients, taking out flour to knead dough, Jin Chen lent him a hand.

Ling Gun Gun squatted in a corner of the kitchen counter, staring eagerly.

Jin Chen felt creepy being stared at by it, 【I'll go get something to eat from the fridge.】

【Great~though snacks are snacks, I also want dumplings.】 Ling Gun Gun was satisfied.

"Xiao Chen, is the dough ready? The filling is about done." Cheng Lang turned his head and asked.

"Done." Jin Chen covered the smooth dough with a damp cloth, "Let it rest a while."

The two moved to the table to make dumplings.

Jin Chen rolled out round, smooth wrappers; Cheng Lang's dumpling-wrapping technique was also quite skilled, his fingers flying, and plump ingot-shaped dumplings appeared.

"Brother, did you often wrap dumplings before?" Jin Chen asked.

"Yeah, when I was home, my mom always had me wrap dumplings with her during New Year." Cheng Lang's hands kept moving, "She always complained my wrapping was ugly, but each time she'd boil mine separately in a pot."

"Then when I'm on break and go home with you, I'll show Auntie a trick." Jin Chen said smiling.

Cheng Lang paused a moment, not failing to catch the subtext.

"Really?"

"Really." Jin Chen dabbed flour on his face, then moved close to rub noses, gently caressing his gaze from the side, deliberately asking, "Brother, you should welcome me, right?"

Cheng Lang laughed, pinched his cheek, and couldn't help but kiss him, "Stop pretending not to know, hurry up and roll the wrappers."

Jin Chen chuckled low, no longer teasing him.

Steaming hot dumplings were brought to the table, white and plump, giving off fragrance.

The two sat facing each other; outside the window was a cold winter rainy night, inside warm lights and hot food, with the person they like.

"How's the saltiness?" Cheng Lang picked up a dumpling, blew on it, and brought it to Jin Chen's mouth.

Jin Chen took a bite using his chopsticks, the shrimp filling fresh and fragrant, "Delicious."

【Super delicious!】 Ling Gun Gun hugged a dumpling and gnawed on it.

After the meal, Jin Chen cleared and washed the dishes; Cheng Lang also stayed busy, wiping the table and sweeping the floor, as if they had lived like this for many years.

After cleaning up, they snuggled on the sofa to watch a movie, an old film.

Cheng Lang leaned in Jin Chen's embrace, his fingers idly twirling his hair.

They didn't really follow the movie; the atmosphere was too good, Cheng Lang grew drowsy, Jin Chen lightly kissed him, it was so comfortable Cheng Lang lingered and indulged.

"Brother."

"Hmm?" Cheng Lang lifted his eyes, tone gentle, "What's up?"

"Next week our department has an academic exchange meeting; a professor from another school will give a talk, I might come home later."

"No problem, I'll pick you up." Cheng Lang muttered with eyes closed, "Send me the time and place."

"Okay." Jin Chen tightened his arms, "Let's go, time to sleep."

——

Hua Yu found Jin Chen three days later.

That day he deliberately revealed Jin Chen's feelings in front of Cheng Lang, intending to make Cheng Lang dislike Jin Chen.

Cheng Lang, being that kind of straight guy, would surely resent learning that the underclassman he'd always cared for harbored such thoughts.

But despite all his calculations, he didn't expect that Cheng Lang and Jin Chen wouldn't break up over it—instead their relationship progressed rapidly.

When Hua Yu, after another hospital visit for health reasons, returned to school, what he heard was that the two were inseparable, their affectionate behavior even greater than before.

Hua Yu could hardly believe it; he had gone to great lengths to expose Jin Chen, aiming to make Jin Chen also experience being rejected and disliked by Cheng Lang, to clear obstacles, not to bring them together.

Recently things at home also seemed to have happened; his parents supervised him more strictly than before, no longer indulging his every request, and repeatedly warned him to stay out of trouble at school, hinting that he had caused trouble there.

Hua Yu had been spoiled since childhood, never subjected to such restrictions; he never involved himself in family business, so naturally he didn't know what had happened.

All he knew was that everything he did lately went wrong, mostly because he hadn't gotten what he wanted, and he kept making mistakes.

That afternoon, after Jin Chen finished his econometrics class, the professor had just left the classroom when Hua Yu blocked his desk.

Hua Yu glared at Jin Chen, eyes full of resentment.

"What did you do to Cheng Lang? Why doesn't he dislike you!"

Jin Chen put his books into his bag, zipped it up, and looked at Hua Yu with a leisurely, indifferent gaze, his peach‑colored eyes holding a lazy chill.

"What did I do?" Jin Chen leaned back against the chair, his chin partially covered by a white scarf.

"I didn't do anything, I just confessed."

"He actually agreed to your confession? How could that be!" Hua Yu blurted out.

Jin Chen curled his lip, intent on provoking him, "He confessed to me and I agreed."

Hua Yu: "……What?"

"I'm saying," Jin Chen patiently repeated, his smile not reaching his eyes, "We're together."

No, impossible!

Hua Yu refused to believe it; it must be Jin Chen's trick!

"Cheng Lang isn't that kind of person…" Hua Yu muttered, his eyes turning dark.

"It's you—what exactly did you do? Don't you know this kind of behavior is disgusting?"

【Hey, this kid's really good at turning the tables!】 Ling Gun Gun shook his head and swayed.

"Hua Yu." Jin Chen interrupted him, his voice a few degrees colder, those eyes locking onto him, making Hua Yu feel an invisible pressure.

"Cheng Lang originally saved you out of kindness, not so you could repay him with hatred and cling on."

Hua Yu sneered, his eyes obsessive, only finding it laughable: "I've always gotten what I want—what are you, to even compete with me?"

Jin Chen picked up his bag and stood up, saying, "Don't talk too absolutely; there are many things you can't get in this world, for example……"

"Your life is short."

Hua Yu: "……"

By the time he came to his senses, Jin Chen had already walked to the classroom door.

"Right," Jin Chen said, as if remembering something, turning back, "As the year-end approaches, you should take it easy, don't always think about causing trouble for others—anger harms the body, and if……"

Jin Chen tilted his head, exasperated, "It's just not worth it."

"You……!" Hua Yu felt his breath catch in his chest, his breathing becoming rapid.

He leaned on the desk and took a moment to recover.

No! He couldn't just let it go! Jin Chen must be threatening him!

Hua Yu shakily dialed his father's number.

"Dad! Someone in our class is bullying me! He threatened me and even cursed me to die! You have to help me teach him a lesson!"

"It's just a guy named Jin Chen, Dad—you definitely need to give him a taste of his own medicine; he's too arrogant!"

Hua Yu's father: "Jin Chen?! You've provoked him again?"

Hua Yu was startled by his father's tone, "I…… I just……"

"I'm telling you, Hua Yu!" his father shouted, almost yelling, "Your health isn't good—stay put and don't provoke people you shouldn't! If you really can't stay at school, come home! Got that?"

"Why?" Hua Yu, both shocked and angry, full of grievance, "Dad! He's bullying me—aren't you going to do anything?!"

"What do you mean I should manage? How am I supposed to manage?!" Hua Yu's father was about to be angered to death, "Don't you know that several projects at home have recently run into trouble, partners suddenly pulled out funding, and I'm up to my neck in stress!"

Hua Yu froze, "Something happened at home? What does that have to do with him?"

"Because of his father! Your father can't compete with his father!!" Hua Yu's father snapped irritably.

"In short, don't keep causing me trouble! Otherwise, I'll make you reflect properly in the hospital!"

Hua Yu gripped his phone, standing dazed in the empty classroom, a buzzing ringing in his ears.

Jin Chen walked out of the teaching building and sent Cheng Lang a message.

Ling Gun Gun rolled on his shoulder: 【Host, the shou got taught a lesson, serves him right～】

——

Cheng Lang had annoyed his little boyfriend.

The Romance Instance opened, the first stage being a massive brawl.

The system would generate large numbers of highly similar NPCs based on player character data, mixing them among the players, testing their tacit understanding of mutual recognition in the Romance.

Jin Chen made no mistakes, each time finding the true He Liangyue and eliminating all impostors.

But Xun Chen was a god-tier account, with complex data, and the generated NPCs were the most flexible, almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

So…… it's not looking good.

The first time, Cheng Lang mistook the back of an especially agile NPC for Xun Chen, rushed up, and almost got stabbed.

The second time, misled by an NPC, he threw his rescue skill at the wrong target.

The third time…… the third time was the most absurd—he ended up shouting at an NPC standing in place for ages.

The Romance synergy score on the panel plummeted, let alone winning first place in the Massive Brawl stage—he didn't even make the top five.

Jin Chen took off his gaming headset without expression, turned his head, and looked at him.

"Brother, you've mistaken me three times."

That was utterly unfair.

Cheng Lang immediately surrendered, holding him and coaxing him all night.

He said sweet things over and over, gave kisses, hugs, lifts—he even tried moves that almost threw out his back.

Jin Chen seemed appeased, but before heading out today he pulled a newly bought sweater from the closet and told him to wear it.

Cheng Lang took it and glanced at it, his face stiffening slightly.

A black sweater, the style…… rather conspicuous.

The front features a large hollowed-out heart pattern—once worn, it's definitely impossible to keep contained.

The waist and abdomen have a ripped design—how could that keep you warm? It's clearly……

"Don't you like it?" Jin Chen leaned in, resting his chin on his shoulder, murmuring, nuzzling affectionately, "I think it really suits you."

What could Cheng Lang say? Naturally, he chose to indulge him.

Cheng Lang gritted his teeth and put it on, then covered it with a long down jacket, zipped to the top, barely managing to conceal that scene.

He then grabbed his notebook and rushed to the library.

The heating in the study area was turned up high.

Cheng Lang sat in the corner, backed by walls on two sides, with a half‑person‑tall green plant and a magazine display rack in front, separating him from the open study area.

He opened his notebook, logged into WeChat, opened a document, and focused.

Afterwards, Jin Chen ambled in with his backpack, his handsome brows and eyes behind a white mask obscured by his bangs, smiling as he sat behind the green plant to Cheng Lang's front‑side.

Due to the angle, Cheng Lang wouldn't see him unless he stood up.

Jin Chen also set up his notebook, played the course video, lowered his gaze, and messaged Cheng Lang.

Xiao Chen: "Senior, you look really cool when you're serious^^"

Cheng Lang's heart skipped a beat; he looked around but couldn't see Jin Chen at all.

Xiao Chen: "Don't look around randomly."

Xiao Chen: "There's a gift in the side pocket of your brother's laptop bag—go ahead and check it out^^"

Cheng Lang froze for a moment, unzipped his backpack, and slipped his fingers inside.

He twisted open the cap, a small clip fell into his palm, and at a glance he knew what it was for.

Cheng Lang: "……"

He clutched the little thing in his palm, helpless.

It seems last night he really didn't appease him; Xiao Chen is punishing him in various ways, even deliberately coming to the library.

Cheng Lang struggled to calm his racing heartbeat, his fingertips tapping the keyboard, replying: Xiao Chen, don't mess around, I'll show you at home.

The message had just been sent when the other side replied instantly.

Xiao Chen: I want to see^^

Cheng Lang stared at those words for a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolling.

Around him were the quiet sounds of turning pages and keyboard taps; he sat in this secluded corner, being supervised by his little boyfriend far away, completing the embarrassing punishment.

Moreover, he truly lacked the ability to refuse Jin Chen.

Fortunately the corner was secluded enough; Cheng Lang slightly turned his body, facing the wall, and slipped his hand into his down jacket.

The sweater's design was fully revealed at this moment.

Cheng Lang lightly inhaled and held his breath.

A feeling he had never experienced before.

Cheng Lang lowered his head and put his coat back on properly.

Just as he finished all that, a kiss emoji appeared in the chat box on the computer screen.

Jin Chen, behind the greenery, lowered his head to play with his phone.

Cheng Lang's pupils trembled; the fingers resting on the keyboard curled up, and he barely managed to press the gasp rising to his lips into a muffled moan with a quiver, like the feeling of blood engorging his chest muscles during a workout.

He bit his lower lip with some force, the teeth sinking into the lip flesh.

His whole person exuded a mix of shame and nervous sensuality.

But, but Cheng Lang would rather it be Jin Chen.

That biting pain was warm and could be responded to.

Rather than now, in the quiet library, alone enduring the prolonged private torment.

Cheng Lang's trembling fingers typed on the keyboard, one letter at a time:

Xiao Chen, be good, Brother was wrong.

The message was sent.

Xiao Chen: How can Brother mistake the wrong person^^

Xiao Chen: Three times in a row, oh.

Cheng Lang knew he was at fault, but this method……was too tormenting.

He tried to focus, looking at the code on the screen.

But his attention was scattered; he typed a line of comment, only halfway.

"……"

Cheng Lang arched his back, forehead resting on the desk edge.

He couldn't go on like this…… he thought dazedly, yet also looked forward to more.

He fluctuated in this painful mire.

His fingertips were numb and weak.

"……Xiao Chen."

Cheng Lang could only send a voice message, his voice whispering, "Brother wants you, okay?"

Beyond the greenery, Jin Chen slightly turned his head; through the gaps in the branches and leaves, he could see Cheng Lang suppressing his trembling shoulders and reddened ear bases.

He put on one earpiece and heard Cheng Lang's voice message.