The Crematorium’s Scum Gong Gets to Clock Off After Being Replaced 49

Chapter 49: Roommate 09

This arm wrestling match couldn’t go on.

Between keeping quiet at the designated time and personally admiring the protagonist gong’s butt cheeks, the lesser of two evils was naturally chosen. A real man had to know when to pick things up and when to put them down.

Gu Xiu was a real man, and he chose to admit defeat!

And in Chen Beichuan’s eyes, this little red-faced guy’s crime of being a little pervert was also confirmed.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, that’s enough! Don’t take it off—I’ll listen to you, okay?” Gu Xiu warily put his hands back in his pockets and said nonchalantly, “No noise after ten, no problem. Whenever you need the lights out, just…”

“Are you sure?” Chen Beichuan started to push and pull. “Besides that, you also have to clean up regularly, take out the trash, and the food waste needs to be thrown out on the same day…”

“Mm-hmm, okay, okay,” Gu Xiu said with a determined face. Seeing him dawdling, and his body still scantily clad, he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose. “You’re not gay, are you? The kind with an exhibitionist fetish…”

Chen Beichuan was silent for a moment. “No.” At the same time, he proved himself with his actions, putting on his clothes and pants.

As long as he’s not.

The script didn’t say that the protagonist gong had any strange fetishes. Plus, with his own personal guarantee, Gu Xiu was relieved.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the next room check. Chen Beichuan returned to the dormitory early. As expected, his roommate, who had given him an empty promise, was nowhere to be seen.

The trash was thrown away, but the desk was still a mess, and the chair was also crooked, showing how hastily the owner had left, as if he had deliberately run away before he came back.

Chen Beichuan frowned and took out his phone. Now he could directly send a message to Gu Xiu himself.

Gu Xiu’s messages had already filled his phone, just from a few minutes ago.

AngryWiddleBird: 【I just found out I have an evening class tonight!! I’ve already missed it three times!! If I don’t go, I’ll fail the course, ahhhhhh】

AngryWiddleBird: 【I don’t have time to clean up!!!】

AngryWiddleBird: 【Can you help me take out the trash, senior? ^ – ^】

This guy would fawningly call him senior when he wanted something. All his schemes were laid bare on his face, like Jiang Taigong fishing, and those who were willing would take the bait. The recipe for his tricks was also completely public, take it or leave it.

From these words, it seemed that he hadn’t forgotten about the room check tonight.

Chen Beichuan stared silently at the cute “^ – ^” for a while, then looked around the dormitory again, and typed a reply with some helplessness: 【You’ve already thrown out the trash.】

But the other things were still a mess, no different from trash.

AngryWiddleBird: [Image]

Gu Xiu sent another photo. It was a photo he had taken in the classroom, showing a bit of the textbook on the desk and a familiar professor on the stage. It was the Python course Chen Beichuan had taken in his second year. From the lighting, it was nighttime, so he probably wasn’t lying.

Chen Beichuan zoomed in on the photo and looked at it carefully, from left to right, top to bottom, more nitpicky and to the point than the most intimidating professor.

CBC: 【What kind of web crawler are you learning without a computer?】

AngryWiddleBird: [Image]

Chen Beichuan was also idle. He clicked on the photo again, a very serious handwritten note, with programming code.

CBC: 【…】

CBC: 【6】

It was the first time in his 22 years of life that he had seen handwritten code. It was perfunctory, sloppy, and full of loopholes and errors. It was an eye-opener for him.

Chen Beichuan would point out an error every time he glanced at it. He looked again and there was another error. As he looked, he suddenly remembered the room check. He woke up as if from a dream and deleted all the content he had been typing for a long time, only sending four cold words.

CBC: 【Rewrite it when you get back】

This time, Gu Xiu quieted down and didn’t send any more messages to bother him.

Chen Beichuan waited a few more minutes, put away his phone, and once again transformed into a river snail girl.

He was used to frowning slightly whether he was studying or working. Today, he didn’t look as serious as usual.

The desk, chair, and all sorts of clutter were all put back in their original places. He then looked up at Gu Xiu’s bed, the familiar wandering and messy style, as if that bed were Gu Xiu’s real closet, and the empty closet below was an entrance to another world.

Chen Beichuan climbed up.

The bed was covered in clothes, pajamas, clothes that had been worn once or twice in the dormitory and were too lazy to be washed, clothes that were prepared for tomorrow but were forgotten… all piled up in a mess, wrinkled, like a bird’s nest.

Gu Xiu himself was also like a little bird, noisy, colorful, lazy, and casual. Although birds had amazing memories, there were also stupid birds that would fall to their death because they forgot they could fly.

Gu Xiu was probably somewhere in between.

He gave a fairly fair evaluation.

When building a nest, a little bird would fly around, looking for materials to build its little nest. It would pick up a small branch here, a small leaf there, and then dig some mud as an adhesive.

The last and most crucial step was to pluck some feathers from other animals, fluffy and soft, as the most important insulation material.

Chen Beichuan’s memory was far superior to ordinary people. Ever since he had started to pay attention to the things in his closet, plus the monitoring of the mini-camera, he could tell at a glance that more than half of the clothes on Gu Xiu’s bed were his.

They were all gifts that his parents had given him out of their own accord, flashy and festive styles that he didn’t even want to look at. But Gu Xiu seemed to be particularly fond of them, stealing a little from his closet every day, and then a little more, until he had built this colorful bird’s nest.

Chen Beichuan’s mood was complicated.

After a moment of thought, he only flattened this bird’s nest, covered it with a quilt, and used the superficial flatness to perfunctorily deal with the students who were checking the room. He would let Gu Xiu clean it up himself when he came back.

Just after the room check was over, Gu Xiu, who was still in class, sent another message.

AngryWiddleBird: 【The room check didn’t get any points deducted, right?】

Chen Beichuan replied with a cold and short “No.”

But he did not immediately switch out of the chat interface. He was staring at Gu Xiu’s dream-like, ten-year-old, non-mainstream online nickname.

After a long while, his fingertips moved to Gu Xiu’s angry little bird profile picture and clicked on it.

Modify note, enter:

ProudSpoiledLilBirdie

Gu Xiu only came back from class at 9:30 in the evening.

When Gu Xiu saw that his place was brand new, he was happy for a few seconds. Before he could even sit down, his roommate’s cold command came. “Gu Xiu, put away your clothes on the balcony.”

Gu Xiu glanced at the balcony—that was his other half of the closet. The clothes he wore were placed on the bed or chair according to whether they were clean, for easy access. The clean clothes were hung on the balcony, to be taken as he wore them.

The dormitory space for the two of them was large, but his roommate’s demands were endless. Gu Xiu casually threw his bag on the chair and replied cooperatively, “Alright.”

He immediately went to the balcony. Chen Beichuan, who was left in the dormitory, curled his lips slightly, a rare smile appearing behind him.

Gu Xiu’s plan to steal his roommate’s clothes had been going smoothly so far. Without his knowledge, his roommate had even taken the initiative to provide him with convenience.

Gu Xiu had a pile of clothes hanging on his arm, and in his other hand, he was holding a black short-sleeved shirt. He walked into the room and waved it at Chen Beichuan, asking, “Is this shirt yours or mine?”

The styles of boys’ clothes were all similar, and this black short-sleeved shirt was nothing special. Sometimes, when clothes were left on the balcony for too long, they were like friends who had been separated for many years. He found them somewhat familiar, but also suspected that they might be a common face.

Hearing this, Chen Beichuan looked over.

Chen Beichuan had worn this short-sleeved shirt all day yesterday. It seemed that the game-addicted Gu Xiu had not noticed him at all.

Chen Beichuan’s mood became even more complicated. Gu Xiu was clearly like a little pervert, secretly stealing his clothes, but he didn’t dare to look at him directly?

And the reason why this shirt that had been worn all day was on the clothesline on the balcony was, of course, Chen Beichuan’s intention.

Chen Beichuan’s face was unchanged as he said, “It’s not mine.”

“Oh… then it’s mine,” Gu Xiu said without suspicion, but he was not sure if this shirt had been washed. He murmured to himself, “It’s clean, right?”

Chen Beichuan’s lips were pressed flat, and there was no change in his face, but his heart was pounding.

Gu Xiu put the large pile of clothes in his arm into the closet, leaving only this short-sleeved shirt. He brought it to his nose and sniffed carefully.

It wasn’t the fruity scent of his laundry detergent. It was a little more refreshing and cool. Could it be because the fabric of the clothes was different, and it had been hanging outside for a long time? It smelled like a sun-drenched forest.

Gu Xiu squinted his eyes and said to himself, “Mm, it smells good.”

Chen Beichuan’s back stiffened, and his fingers on the table also couldn’t help but clench.

Gu Xiu took this newly taken down new shirt. He didn’t know that what he had evaluated as “fragrant” was precisely his roommate’s scent. He took it and a plastic basin and went to the bathroom.

When he came back, the just-showered Gu Xiu’s face was rosy, and he exuded a damp steam. He was refreshed, clean, and fragrant, but his upper body was a short-sleeved shirt filled with his roommate’s scent.

And he himself was completely unaware. He hummed a little tune, pulled out a chair, and sat down, rubbing his hands together in preparation for today’s great gaming cause.

Chen Beichuan used his peripheral vision to glance at him, but he couldn’t help but do it again and again, glancing at him again and again.

Gu Xiu was not only unusually slow to the shirt on his body, but he was also so immersed in the game that he was oblivious to the gazes of others.

So that gaze became more and more unrestrained.

It carefully traced his exquisite side profile, along his sharp jawline, and moved little by little to his slender neck, especially that Adam’s apple that exuded male hormones, and the sexy little mole that served as an embellishment.

It wasn’t until he heard his own heavy breathing that Chen Beichuan woke up as if from a dream.

Gu Xiu had just finished a game and stretched. His tilted head just happened to see Chen Beichuan behind him. It was only 10:30, and the hardworking Chen Beichuan had uncharacteristically put down his book and was climbing the ladder to his bed.

“Huh? You’re going to sleep already?” Gu Xiu quickly turned around, took off his headphones, and his raised eyebrows drooped, as if he were a little wronged. “Then can I still play?”

“I’m not sleeping. Do as you please,” Chen Beichuan paused, and suddenly, as if his conscience had been pricked, he took the initiative to suggest, “You can play it out loud. It’s not good to wear headphones all the time.”

Is there such a good thing?

Of course, Gu Xiu was not polite. He emphasized again, “You said it.”

Chen Beichuan had already climbed into bed and had meticulously drawn the bed curtain, not answering his words.

Gu Xiu disconnected the Bluetooth of his headphones and played the game’s sound out loud, turning the volume to the maximum, maliciously satisfying his annoying roommate’s suggestion.

【Hey, 007.】 Gu Xiu rarely took advantage of someone, and he didn’t forget to show off in his mind. 【The protagonist gong from your Jinjiang has to keep his word, right? You say, if he’s so annoyed he can’t stand it, will he have to just endure it?】

However, 007 was silent.

【…007? System? Where’s the system?】 Gu Xiu frowned. He couldn’t call out his own system, and finally confirmed, and said speechlessly, 【What do you mean, you secretly shut down because there’s no key plot today?】

【…】

Gu Xiu failed to show off to 007 and concentrated on playing his own game. And not far behind him, directly above his roommate’s desk and chair, behind the closed bed curtain—

Chen Beichuan was excited.

He didn’t know when he had lost control. It wasn’t until Gu Xiu had put on the clothes that were full of his scent, his clothes clinging to Gu Xiu’s skin, his scent surrounding Gu Xiu’s body… he could no longer control himself, and his flagpole was raised high.

Below was the intense sound of the game. He could vent as he pleased without having to hide. This feeling of being a hooligan in broad daylight was even more exciting.

Under the bed was the intense sound of the game, occasionally mixed with Gu Xiu’s excited or regretful shouts. His low panting was hidden among them, each breath more rapid and heavy than the last.

Gu Xiu was focused on playing. He even unrestrainedly pulled open half of the bed curtain and stared at the young man’s back below, the heaving shoulders and back under the black T-shirt, the fair forearms that were moving quickly on the desk, the slightly red elbow joints.

The quilt on the bed was moving rapidly and wildly, even more intense than the most intense battle in Gu Xiu’s game. The war drums were beating, and the cannons were roaring.

Finally, with a low moan, the taut bowstring suddenly loosened.

“Huh?” Gu Xiu sniffled and mumbled in confusion, “What’s that sound?”

Chen Beichuan quickly cleaned up the mess with a paper towel, wrapped himself in the quilt, and pulled the bed curtain, as calm as if nothing had happened.