Chapter 4

Although Zhou Shiru changed quickly, Le Cheng couldn’t resist sneaking a glance.

Incredible muscle definition!

It was almost exactly as he had imagined in his mind.

However, Zhou Shiru’s action of putting on his clothes reminded Le Cheng to explain, “I heard a noise and came in…” He peeked into the next area and asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

The changing room was quite large, separated by cabinets. Since Le Cheng wasn’t familiar with Zhou Shiru’s voice, he had instinctively thought it was him when he heard the commotion.

The boy next door was slightly bent over, one leg crooked. Zhou Shiru looked at Le Cheng for a moment before striding over to the boy, glancing down, and asking quietly, “Can you move?”

The boy hissed a couple of times. “It’s fine… just twisted my ankle. I can’t move it much right now.”

The pain from a twisted ankle can make it hard to stand up immediately. Seeing the wet patches on the floor, Le Cheng realized they were the cause and quickly pulled out a tissue from his pocket to clean them up.

Zhou Shiru supported the boy’s arm to help him up, and when he turned around, he saw Le Cheng squatting in place. His hair was messy and black, revealing a section of his long, snowy white neck.

“Le Cheng.”

“Hm?” Le Cheng looked up. “Oh, there was some water here, I’m cleaning it up. Do we need to go to the school clinic now?”

This action was somewhat unexpected for Zhou Shiru, and he hesitated for a moment.

Le Cheng met his gaze for two seconds, thinking he was being slow. He quickly threw away the trash and said, “Let’s go. I’ll open the door for you.”

The school clinic wasn’t close to the sports hall. Once they exited the building, each of them grabbed a small electric scooter.

After arriving at the clinic with the injured boy, Le Cheng watched Zhou Shiru help him inside and took the initiative to assist as well.

After everything was taken care of, Le Cheng sat down on a small stool nearby.

He couldn’t leave just yet and figured he might be needed again soon.

As the school doctor asked questions, Le Cheng’s gaze unconsciously drifted towards Zhou Shiru.

He originally thought that Zhou Shiru seemed pretty aloof and probably wasn’t the type to get involved in other people’s business.

But after seeing him earlier, that didn’t seem to be the case. Zhou Shiru wasn’t that indifferent; in fact, he was quite caring, like when he escorted the injured student to the clinic.

After the examination, it turned out to be just a simple twisted ankle. The school doctor prescribed some spray for the boy to use at home.

Le Cheng quickly got up, and he and Zhou Shiru rode the electric scooters back to the dorm.

At the dorm entrance, the boy smiled and said, “Thanks, Brother Rui. I’m on the first floor, so no need to help me in.” He turned his head and saw Le Cheng. “Uh… Brother Cheng? Thanks to you too!”

Le Cheng was surprised that the boy knew his name and quickly shook his head. “It’s nothing, really.”

After sending off the boy, Le Cheng glanced at Zhou Shiru. Maybe the impact from the changing room earlier was too strong, but he was reluctant to just leave.

To be precise, he was a bit reluctant to leave Zhou Shiru’s body.

He had never seen such beautiful muscles before.

Le Cheng wasn’t actually gay. He had never liked boys or had a boyfriend. Though he didn’t see himself as entirely straight, he had no interest in the average male physique.

But Zhou Shiru’s muscles were a perfect match for his aesthetic appreciation of the human body.

This admiration stemmed from a pure appreciation; he was incredibly envious.

He really wanted to sit down and draw dozens of figures of him.

Le Cheng had a good memory and could still recall the shape of Zhou Shiru’s abdominal muscles and the curve of his chest muscles. Although Le Cheng didn’t work out, he had studied anatomy and understood how one’s physique could be developed. Zhou Shiru’s physique was almost destined by nature, in a sense, he was exceptionally gifted.

Thinking of this, Le Cheng glanced at Zhou Shiru, blinked, and reluctantly said, “…Well, I’ll be leaving now. Goodbye.”

Goodbye to my chest muscles, abs, and biceps.

Riding the electric scooter back to the dorm, Le Cheng entered and found two new roommates in the room.

He was momentarily surprised but naturally greeted them, “You’re back.”

If he remembered correctly, although the original owner had a bad temper, they hadn’t been there long enough to completely offend anyone.

“Yeah.” One of the roommates, who had a gentle appearance, responded. “I happened to buy some snacks and left them on the table for you.”

“Eh? Thanks!” Le Cheng went over to the table and found the snacks were the small breads he liked.

The gentle roommate was named Tan Xiaobai. Although Le Cheng didn’t recognize his face, he had seen the attendance sheet posted on the dormitory door when no one was around.

Bed No. 1 belonged to Tan Xiaobai, and Bed No. 3 was Le Cheng’s. The quiet one who was engrossed in playing games on Bed No. 2 was Qin Yu.

Since Qin Yu didn’t acknowledge him, Le Cheng didn’t say more and went back to his own desk, munching on the small breads.

Before entering the novel, Le Cheng managed a Douyin account and a Weibo account, which he had run for two years, accumulating nearly 200,000 followers.

Starting from scratch now was too slow, so Le Cheng needed a quicker way to get noticed.

With this in mind, Le Cheng opened his computer, registered a new Weibo account, and refined the two drawings he had previously done on his phone. After finishing the refinement, he uploaded them to Weibo, tagging them with #HumanBodyPracticeDay1#.

Although this wouldn’t attract much traffic, he wanted to post it anyway.

Le Cheng refreshed the page, staring blankly at his newly created Weibo account with just one follower.

The quickest ways to gain followers now were either selling courses or drawing fan art.

Le Cheng’s art style was consistent and prominent, with clean and beautiful colors and solid fundamentals. Before transmigrating, he had drawn fan art for love and accepted commissioned works, with an average price of over 2,000 yuan.

Now, starting anew, Le Cheng downloaded a commission software to see how the pricing and requirements in this world differed from before.

The commission software’s showcase needed to be activated. Le Cheng admired the beautiful works of other artists for a while and then searched for tips on getting commissions approved.

Each commission software preferred different art styles. Finding the right style made it easier to get commissions approved, and only after approval could the showcase be opened.

Le Cheng studied the preferred art styles for a while and couldn’t resist trying it out. By the time he was sketching, the sky had completely darkened.

There were only three people in the dorm. Besides the sound of mechanical keyboards, there was no other noise. Le Cheng peeked at Bed No. 4 and naturally asked, “Where is he?”

Tan Xiaobai replied, “Oh, he had something to do, so he went home. Didn’t you remember?”

“Forgot, I didn’t notice.” Le Cheng smiled. “Does his home live close by?”

“No, he rented a place outside.”

Renting a place?

Le Cheng thought for a moment.

In the original storyline, the trigger for the breakup between the original character and Zhou Shiru was the suggestion of cohabitation.

As a straight man, Zhou Shiru naturally wouldn’t agree, and thus they broke up decisively.

Before this, the author had glossed over many details, such as how the original character had asked Zhou Shiru to kiss him, hug him, and so on, all of which Zhou Shiru had refused.

The original text described this part: Zhou Shiru could no longer tolerate it. He found Le Cheng frivolous and troublesome, and being with such a person made every moment feel torturous.

Le Cheng tried hard to recall the details, feeling that he needed to follow this process too.

He opened his memo, deciding to add another note to his previous plan.

After writing a lot, Le Cheng looked up and suddenly found someone standing next to him.

Tan Xiaobai, who was short, was looking down at the draft on his tablet: “Wow, did you draw this?”

Le Cheng’s drawing was a refined sketch, and he nodded in response.

“I’ve never seen you draw before. This is a draft, right? Even your drafts look great,” Tan Xiaobai said, his eyes wide.

“This is actually a refined draft, just a more detailed sketch,” Le Cheng explained. “Um… are you going out?”

“Yeah, to have dinner,” Tan Xiaobai said. “Are you going to eat? I can bring something back for you.”

Le Cheng thought Tan Xiaobai was like an angel.

But dinner…

Shouldn’t he be eating with Zhou Shiru to fit the clingy character image?

But going out for dinner twice was too much trouble.

Le Cheng’s face fell.

Dating is so troublesome! Being a clingy character is so troublesome!

Le Cheng felt completely defeated and decided, “Um… I don’t really want to go out. Can you bring me something, Xiaobai?”

“Sure,” Tan Xiaobai agreed. “What would you like to eat?”

Le Cheng blinked: “Bibimbap? Thank you, Xiaobai!”

Tan Xiaobai: “There’s no need to be polite. You hardly talked to us before, and I thought you were really aloof.”

Le Cheng, feeling guilty, blinked his eyes.

After everything was done, Le Cheng climbed onto his bed and lay down, pulling out his phone.

In WeChat, aside from various public account updates and group notifications, there wasn’t a single person who had messaged him.

Le Cheng scrolled through the list and tapped on Zhou Shiru’s contact.

[Orange: What are you doing?]

[Orange: Have you eaten?]

[Orange: Little cat peeking.jpg]

Zhou Shiru replied after two minutes.

[Brother: I’ve eaten.]

Oh?

Le Cheng felt a surge of joy.

Hehe, Zhou Shiru really ate without waiting for me!

Le Cheng started typing rapidly.

[Orange: Oh, you didn’t wait for me]

[Orange: I’m so sad now, you need to apologize quickly!]

Le Cheng finished typing and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Being a clingy character online was much more comfortable; chatting online made Le Cheng’s social anxiety vanish completely. He now saw himself not as the ordinary Le Cheng, but as [Niu Huru – Social Ruffian – Online Dating Expert – Le Cheng!]

There was no response from Zhou Shiru’s side. Le Cheng thought for a moment and decided to carry on.

[Orange: If you don’t apologize, it means you don’t care about me at all, and you don’t like me at all]

A smooth and sleek series of manipulative messages. Le Cheng’s goal had been achieved, and he didn’t care much about how Zhou Shiru would respond.

“Ding-dong!”

[Zhou Shiru: .]

[Zhou Shiru: Sorry]

Le Cheng suddenly felt a bit guilty for taking advantage of someone who was easy to get along with.

But there’s no helping it—being a clingy person has its perks.

However, after thinking for a moment, Le Cheng decided he should offer a more subtle apology.

Zhou Shiru put his phone aside after sending the message.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his impression, but he felt that the Le Cheng online was different from the Le Cheng in real life.

But he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.

“Hey, Shiru, can you help me figure out why my little model keeps sticking to the ground, like it has glue on its feet?” Cheng Yufei leaned over, glancing down, and after a moment, let out a teasing laugh. “Wow~~ Is this what love is? Us single dogs are in tears, Shiru, you’re so lucky! I see your little girlfriend is quite good at acting cute!”

“Get out of here.” Zhou Shiru smirked slightly, though he looked somewhat puzzled. “Acting cute?”

“Yeah.” Cheng Yufei shrugged. “What else could it be?”

“Seriously, you’re such a typical guy.”

Zhou Shiru’s eyes lowered slightly.

The phone screen had somehow lit up, with an [Orange] emoji floating at the top.

[Orange: Alright,]

[Orange: Hmph, I’ll reluctantly forgive you then]

[Orange: o(*￣︶￣*)o Hug]