Cen Mian, an outstandingly talented, fair-skinned beauty in the literature department at A University, is a well-known danmei writer on a certain green-themed website. But he has one fatal flaw: because his sexual orientation is a minority, he has zero dating experience, so readers have savaged his stories, saying the plot is fit for a state banquet, while the romance is a pile of...
At the start of his junior year, a famous figure moved into Cen Mian's dorm: Qi Yue, A University's campus heartthrob and a legendary genius in the computer science department.
Qi Yue was tall and long-legged, with broad shoulders, a trim waist, and a cold, imposing aura. Cen Mian held down his trembling paws, excitement surging through him. Wasn't his inability to write sweet romance simply because he had no experience?
*
Cen Mian narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly. He'd figured it out.
He'd sign Qi Yue up for classes, bring him meals, and save him seats. First, he'd become his buddy, then have Qi Yue serve as his real-life dating practice partner.
Once he got what he wanted, he'd ask to break up. It was practically a perfect plan.
Qi Yue couldn't understand why this ridiculously cute roommate kept coming around. He considered himself straight and wasn't interested in men.
Then he accidentally caught a glimpse of the novel Cen Mian was writing, a love story between two boys, and Qi Yue understood.
"Are you into me?"
Cen Mian's dark, shining eyes wouldn't meet his. "I am, uh, but not like that..."
Qi Yue frowned. Was he supposed to listen to this excuse?
*
To protect his secret identity and avoid humiliating himself in front of everyone, Cen Mian reluctantly admitted that he'd had a crush on Qi Yue for ages.
Qi Yue couldn't quite explain how he felt. After analyzing it over and over, he realized there was only a little shock, but a huge amount of strange delight.
"I'll agree to date you."
Cen Mian got what he wanted, and his dating practice paid off. Even his usually picky readers began asking how he'd finally figured romance out, demanding he come clean and admit he was dating someone!
Cen Mian supported his aching lower back with a look of satisfaction. The suffering his butt had endured hadn't been for nothing.
Before long, Qi Yue discovered a dating practice chart, the secret identity Cen Mian had kept so carefully hidden, and the increasingly familiar romantic interactions between the two male leads in Cen Mian's entire novel. Storm clouds gathered in his eyes, anger roiling in his chest.
Fine. Just fucking great!
The unscrupulous little liar had used him as a tool. Was he going to dump him now that he was done with him?
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