Ch32.2 - The Rules of Raising a Dog-Type Boyfriend (2)

“Ai, Ye Han, what are you doing here?”

He turned towards the voice to see a large figure, wearing a white basketball jersey with the words ‘Xi Ming’ printed on it, descend the stairs. 

In order to not expose himself, Xu Qichen asked 0901 as quickly as he could: “Who is this? What’s his relation to Ye Han?”

But before 0901 could reply, the boy raised his eyebrows slightly and put his arm around Xu Qichen’s shoulders as he sized up Mu Yao. “This is?”

Xu Qichen felt an intense discomfort from the contact, but in order to avoid suspicion, he did not resist, “Ah… this is a freshman from our school, Mu Yao.”

0901 finally spoke up, “Mr. Xu, please pay 1000 points in advance.” 

At this moment, Xu Qichen wished more than anything that this AI had a physical body so he could beat him up.

“Deduct it ba.”

0901: “Okay.”

Xu Qichen heard the sound of coins dropping before 0901 spoke again, “Mr. Xu, this is Chen Qingyu, a student in the same cohort as Ye Han.”

Chen Qingyu?

After recalling the plot, Xu Qichen’s hair stood on end. This Chen Qingyu, seemed to be…

0901: “That’s right, Mr. Xu. According to what you wrote in the novel, he is Ye Han’s original crush.”

Another pit. 

Xu Qichen finally understood, he had never been a ‘BE crazy demon’. In truth, he was the ‘pit-digging crazy demon’!

Scenes of bloody slaughter and whatnot… when he gets back to reality, he will never write another one.

Although he now knew this person’s identity and his awkward relationship with Ye Han, Xu Qichen was an actor who had won the Best Supporting Male Actor Award in the previous world. So no matter how averse he was to being held this way, he decided not to react.

No matter what, he should probably keep to the original settings for now, or he would be exposed. 

After doing a full mental reconstruction, he turned to find that Mu Yao’s face had twisted in an extremely ugly expression.

The crescent moon from earlier had disappeared completely, leaving behind a sky covered with thick, black clouds.

“A freshman ah,” Chen Qingyu patted Mu Yao’s shoulder, “Your height is not bad, and your arms are long as well. Can you play basketball? Our school’s team is currently recruiting, wanna try out?”

Mu Yao’s expression had turned even worse than before. 

It didn’t seem like any good would come out if the conversation continued on the current track, so Xu Qichen coughed lightly.

Mu Yao finally spoke, “No, thanks.”

“Really? I think you’d be a natural ah.” Chen Qingyu continued to persuade him, but Mu Yao simply lifted his luggage and walked in.

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Xu Qichen pretended to stretch and casually eased his shoulder from underneath Chen Qingyu’s arm, “Maybe he just doesn’t want to join the basketball team.” 

Chen Qingyu’s dissatisfaction could be seen clearly, “What’s wrong with the basketball team? A lot of other people couldn’t get in even if they begged.”

Xu Qichen slowly walked down the steps, declining to reply.

“Actually, the basketball team is in urgent need of a members. Our centre, Lao Zhang, got injured during training two days ago. With the interschool competitions starting soon in September, I’ve been frantically looking for a sub for him.”

Walking under the sunlight made Xu Qichen squint subconsciously. He asked lazily, “Are the other members unsuitable?” 

“None of them can quite carry the match.” Chen Qingyu bumped him in the arm, “Ai, I think Mu Yao has a pretty good impression of you, why don’t you help me persuade him?”

Xu Qichen sighed, “… He already refused. There’s probably not much point in me asking again ba.”

“Not necessarily ah, give it a try mah, I’m begging you lah!”

Seeing Chen Qingyu’s expressions, Xu Qichen recalled the settings he had written back then. 

Ye Han was as gay as one could be. Since their first year, he had liked Chen Qingyu, to the extent that he learnt basketball, which he previously had no skills in, and just barely got into the team. Then, because of his physical condition being not quite up to standard, he dropped out. However, the other party was a complete and utter straight man. Knowing he had no chance, Ye Han never confessed, and instead stayed by his side as a good friend who would help solve all his troubles unconditionally.

With this setting, if he were to refuse to persuade Mu Yao now, wouldn’t it be suspicious?

To stay on the safe side, Xu Qichen eventually agreed.

“I’ll give it a try.” 

He’ll probably fail, thought Xu Qichen.

“Thanks.” Chen Qingyu patted Xu Qichen’s shoulder heavily.

Ouch. Xu Qichen sucked in a breath quietly.

Chen Qingyu did not even notice that he had been too forceful. “Ai, by the way, there’s a training session tonight, it’d be great if you could bring him over to tryout. Otherwise, after their military training in two days, he’ll likely be exhausted and it’d be difficult to tell where he really stands.” 

Xu Qichen lowered his head, staring at the spotted shadows of the trees on the ground.

“I’ll give it a try.”

The other party thanked him again, then sped off to the gym.

It was only after he came to this world that Xu Qichen finally understood his own heart. 

There was a person he liked buried deep in his heart. Since he wrote a character with that person in mind, he would like everything about that character. Even a single strand of that character’s hair would be enough to render him defenseless.

As for anyone he didn’t like, even if it were a character that the protagonist once had a crush on, he would not have even a speck of interest in them.

But he still had to pretend to like that person. So difficult.

His troubles burst out all of a sudden, unable to be contained, just like a bottle of cola that had been shaken vigorously. When opened, the drink will overflow, no matter how quickly you try to re-cap it. 

And to top it off, you would end up with a sticky hand.

While walking back lazily in the sun like a ghost, his mobile phone rang suddenly. Xu Qichen picked up the call. The other party’s voice was not very loud, as if he was deliberately lowering his voice.

“Hello?” Xu Qichen held the phone in front of him to check the screen.

Yang Xiaocheng. 

Ye Han’s classmate, as well as roommate.

“Where have you gone?” Yang Xiaocheng’s tone was low and anxious. “You didn’t reply to any of my messages. Come to Chongwen Building 1202 quickly, it’ll be your name soon!”

What?

Before Xu Qichen could grasp the situation, the call was cut off. 

He checked his text inbox and found an unread message, sent at 2:30PM.

[Class rep just told us: The Mediterranean’s meeting the class regarding our theses at 3:45PM, Chongwen Building 1202. Attendance is compulsory. Reply when received.]

Crap.

Xu Qichen kept his phone and prepared to dash to Chongwen Building. 

Then he stopped.

Hang on, where’s Chongwen Building…

With the help of a kind student, Xu Qichen finally arrived at the 12th floor of the Chongwen Building. Because he had not exercised in too long, he was already panting from the short run.

1208… 1206… 

1204…

Finally.

1202.

Would it be better to sneak in from the back door? Xu Qichen asked himself as he panted. 

Through the window, he could see the Mediterranean’s dry face.

He pushed the back door tentatively, only to find that it was locked.

He shuffled to the front door, but because he was a little afraid, he simply stood beside it.

Coincidentally, he heard the Mediterranean shout Ye Han’s name. 

“Ye Han! Ye Han!” The Mediterranean pushed his glasses up his nose and scanned the room with his eyes, coming up short.

Xu Qichen’s heart pounded wildly, though he could not tell if it was from the run or fear.

“Where’s Ye Han!?”

He mustered all his courage. 

“I’m here…”

He weakly responded from the front door, hesitantly peeking in, making a face that was neither like crying nor like laughing. “Professor Liu…”

It was another fierce scolding.

Xu Qichen sighed internally. 

Is this the everyday life of Ye Han?

“There are so many people in this class, but you’re the only one who’s late. I must say, you’re really impressive. How can one be so hopeless? I only just criticised you this morning and told you to reflect. Have you reflected?”

Xu Qichen nodded.

“You’re still nodding! I have no idea what you do all day. Has your brain been eaten by a dog?” 

That’s not it, though he did spend his day with a dog…

Liu Yu threw the thesis topic questionnaire in his hand, onto the podium. “You even dared to choose a crazy topic. You failed both Discrete Theory and Probability! How could you choose Algorithm of Machine Learning?”

I didn’t choose it ah…

“If you insist, I can’t do anything about it.” The Mediterranean removed his glasses and put them in his pocket. “Fourth year curriculum is lax, join the freshmen to relearn Probability.” 

“Ah?”

“What ‘ah’? With your foundation, what algorithm can you research? Go back and relearn it all.”

It’s over.

An Arts student who only knew the Arts, transmigrated into a fourth year engineering student, who happened to be a study scum. With no skill bonus at all, he had to deal with the graduating thesis, and even retake a class with the freshmen. 

What had he gotten himself into this time?