Jing Tian didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Shu Ziqin was so pitiful, trying to please but ended up annoying his crush, causing his likability to plummet.

Yang Yue was also pitiful, just trying to play a game peacefully but got bothered by a noob, feeling embarrassed to speak up about it, filled with grievances.

Jing Tian felt double sympathy, unable to clearly stand up for Shu Ziqin, and had no way to help Yang Yue except to smile bitterly at him.

Yang Yue sighed again, beginning to vent, “It’s all your fault. Where did you find such a person!”

Jing Tian lowered his head, “I’m sorry.”

Yang Yue reached out and ruffled his hair, messing it up, “Show some sincerity and play with me!”

Jing Tian shrank his neck as he was being ruffled, “I’m also not very good.”

“No way, you’re super good. You used to teach me everything,” Yang Yue saw his pitiful expression, finally smiled and let go of his hand, “Even if you forget now, I can start teaching you from scratch.”

Jing Tian shook his head, “You have no patience at all, and you won’t be nice to me either. I’ll be scolded to death by you.”

“…How could that be,” Yang Yue felt a bit guilty, “What kind of relationship do we have? How could it be compared to that idiot?”

As he spoke, seeming to emphasize the injustice he had just suffered, he picked up his phone again and brought up a screen, holding it out to Jing Tian.

“Look at his stats,” Yang Yue pointed at the screen, “In just that last game, he died seven times! I was walking and suddenly he’s dead! No kills! Not a single one! And look, the damage he dealt, 7! Do you know what that means!”

Jing Tian didn’t understand, “What does it mean?”

“My damage is 8134!” Yang Yue opened his own stats, “He barely even scratched anyone!”

Jing Tian was secretly surprised.

Although Shu Ziqin usually looked natural and innocent, Jing Tian, who had attended classes with him, knew very well that he was not dumb. On the contrary, he could be said to be very smart, with a memory and understanding far superior to his own.

To perform so poorly, if it wasn’t for a lack of talent, it was probably because he had never played video games before.

“Did he tell you he really likes playing this?” Jing Tian asked.

“Yeah,” Yang Yue sighed, “He insisted on teaming up with me. If there was a function in the game to go invisible on him, I’d gladly pay for it.”

Jing Tian looked at the friends list that Yang Yue had casually opened, pointing to a name, “This ‘No Difficulties at Work’ is Shu Ziqin?”

“Yeah. The guy even has a weird name,” Yang Yue said.

Just then, Jing Tian’s phone rang.

He picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number.

After answering, a young man’s voice with a non-standard Mandarin accent came from the other side: “Your delivery is here. Please come down and pick it up!”

“What?” Jing Tian was puzzled, “…I didn’t order any delivery. You must have the wrong number.”

“No mistake,” the guy repeated the address, “I’m downstairs in your dormitory building. Aren’t you here?”

Jing Tian hurriedly ran to the window and looked down, indeed seeing a delivery guy in uniform holding a bag with a phone in his hand.

“Please wait a moment, I’ll be right there!” Jing Tian said before turning and walking out of the dormitory.

“What did you buy?” Yang Yue asked.

Jing Tian shrugged, indicating that he didn’t know, then quickly walked out of the room.

When he returned to the dormitory, he was holding two cups of milk tea.

“Wow, two cups,” Yang Yue had already gotten off the bed and eagerly asked, “Is one for me?”

Jing Tian handed one over.

From the label, the milk tea’s ingredients and flavor were his favorite. Even if he tried to guess with his toenails, he knew who ordered it.

Calculating the time, it was probably when Zheng Xunqian suddenly took out his phone and placed the order.

“It’s so sweet,” Yang Yue frowned after taking a sip, “So much added stuff and it’s still all sugar, I could have it as a meal. Did Zheng Xunqian order this for you?”

Even he could guess.

Jing Tian looked down at the milk tea cup in his hand, “… Probably.”

“I bask in your glory every day, I’m sorry,” Yang Yue laughed at him, “If you could change it to half sugar next time, it would be even better.”

Jing Tian hesitated, wondering if he should send a message to Zheng Xunqian, telling him that the milk tea was received, and also noting Yang Yue’s preferences.

He felt frustrated, silently persuading himself not to lose the basic courtesy because of discomfort.

But as he opened the chat with Zheng Xunqian, he still didn’t want to speak from the bottom of his heart.

“However, even if he hinted so obviously, I wouldn’t agree to him,” Yang Yue said, “It’s a matter of principle.”

Jing Tian was startled, inexplicably flustered, “Agree to what?”

“To let him move in,” Yang Yue said, “Isn’t that why he suddenly started being nice to me?”

Jing Tian hesitated for a moment, thinking, it probably wasn’t.

If it were to move in, Zheng Xunqian should have asked that non-existent “third roommate.”

The next day there was a makeup class.

Zheng Xunqian still accompanied him. After meeting, his attitude was as usual, seemingly not minding that Jing Tian received the milk tea without any feedback.

On the way there, Jing Tian was extremely nervous.

He was about to see Shu Ziqin, and he planned to gently remind this younger brother who was enthusiastic but caused trouble for Yang Yue, telling him that although Yang Yue seemed to be as crooked as a dough twist, he was actually a straight guy, and it would be best to know one’s limits and act accordingly.

As the saying goes, it’s better to end the pain than to prolong it, and it’s better to break up early.

To fully convey without hurting him would not be an easy task.

Jing Tian was afraid he wouldn’t do it well.

When he and Zheng Xunqian walked into the classroom together, Shu Ziqin was already there.

He was looking down at his notebook, murmuring to himself, seeming to be reciting something. It wasn’t until Jing Tian sat down beside him that he suddenly snapped out of it, revealing the same sunny smile as usual, and greeted them.

Jing Tian casually asked, “What are you looking at so seriously?”

Shu Ziqin, still holding his notebook, blushed slightly for some reason. He shook his head slightly and said, “Nothing,.”

This reaction piqued Jing Tian’s curiosity.

After all, if he was studying, there was no need to conceal it.

He wanted to sneak a peek, but felt embarrassed. Just as he was hesitating, he saw a hand reaching out from the other side of his body.

“Oh, really? Let me see?” Zheng Xunqian had a calm expression, but his tone carried an unmistakable air of authority.

Shu Ziqin hesitated for a few seconds before obediently handing over the notebook in his hand.

Zheng Xunqian flipped through it and soon looked puzzled, “What’s this?”

Jing Tian quickly leaned over to take a look.

“Are you a military enthusiast?” Zheng Xunqian asked.

The notebook was densely packed with various types of firearms, ammunition models, uses, applicable scenarios, operating techniques, advantages, and disadvantages. There were even rough sketches depicting the approximate appearance of the weapons.

Recalling the interface Yang Yue had shown yesterday, Jing Tian immediately understood, “This is a game guide, right?”

Shu Ziqin neither admitted nor denied it, just smiling foolishly at him.

Goodness, this was too serious. Jing Tian was deeply impressed and couldn’t even utter the prepared line he had in mind.

Zheng Xunqian casually flipped through a few pages and asked, “Do you like playing these kinds of games?”

“Uh, kind of,” Shu Ziqin replied shyly, “I’ve been playing a little recently, it’s quite interesting!”

“Oh,” Zheng Xunqian nodded, then turned his head to look at Jing Tian, asking, “By the way, doesn’t Yang Yue also seem to like these things?”

He was asking knowingly.

Jing Tian felt awkward but still nodded, “Yeah.”

Shu Ziqin blushed even more, lowered his head, and remained silent, unconsciously fidgeting with his fingers on the desktop.

“Well, I remembered correctly.”

For the first time ever, Zheng Xunqian showed a friendly smile to Shu Ziqin, “You can ask him if it’s the same game, you could even team up.”

Shu Ziqin was indeed an honest person and immediately confessed, “We played together yesterday!”

Zheng Xunqian nodded thoughtfully, then asked, “Did you have fun?”

Shu Ziqin showed a somewhat silly smile, raised his hand to scratch his hair, looking shy, “Um… yeah.”

Jing Tian, who had remained silent between the two, silently lowered his head, resting his hand against his forehead.

It was too cruel, to both Yang Yue and Shu Ziqin.

If they knew each other’s thoughts, they would probably both be shocked.

Zheng Xunqian handed the notebook back to Shu Ziqin, “It’s pretty good.”

Shu Ziqin took the notebook back and quickly put it away, preparing for class.

Jing Tian watched him, hesitated for a long time, and finally tentatively asked, “Are you not very good at these?”

“I haven’t had much exposure before,” Shu Ziqin said, “But it’s really interesting, I really like it!”

“…Keep it up,” Jing Tian nodded awkwardly, “Practice well.”

“Hehe,” Shu Ziqin became even more bashful, “Senior Yang Yue taught me a lot, he’s really nice.”

Jing Tian felt puzzled, “When did he teach you?”

“Yesterday when we played together,” Shu Ziqin said, “He’s really gentle!”

Jing Tian had no words.

This naive kid was blinded by love and had lost even the most basic judgment.

Zheng Xunqian lowered his head and smiled for a moment, then asked, “Is Senior Yang Yue really that good?”

Shu Ziqin still smiled foolishly, blushing even more.

“…Is he very handsome?” Zheng Xunqian asked again.

Shu Ziqin didn’t speak, but Jing Tian couldn’t help but glance at Zheng Xunqian.

So, Zheng Xunqian did think that Yang Yue from that day was very handsome indeed.

That strange feeling arose again in his heart.

Zheng Xunqian turned sideways, resting his chin on his hand, looking at Shu Ziqin, and asked, “Do you like him?”

This was overly straightforward.

Not only Shu Ziqin, but even Jing Tian was dumbfounded.