The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 69.1

Chapter 69: Gift [Contains Forum Format]: Your Wives Are the Same Person part 1

Tang Xingye stared at the miniature camera, his temples throbbing violently. The answer had already surfaced in his heart.

The series of events executed by the stalker linked together made everything clear. No wonder the other party always knew his information accurately; as soon as a bad deed was done, the other party knew about it immediately.

He was right beside him. Who on earth was it?

To be able to take his things so easily, and to place this object right under his eyelids, almost inseparable from him—a bold and bizarre thought floated into his mind.

“You weren’t listening to me,” Lin Mo’s voice was calm, but his tone carried a thinly veiled annoyance.

Tang Xingye met his gaze. He had hastily ended his fighting technique study with Ji Chen and returned to the laboratory, where Lin Mo was still at his workstation.

“Did the homework from the last class distract you?” Outside the window, a few fireflies were still flickering, sliding through the last afterglow of the autumn night.

Lin Mo sounded more like he was muttering to himself than asking a question. The scent of cedar was much fainter than before. After a while, he curled his lips slightly, “Where are you stuck?”

“About this, do you have anything to say?”

Tang Xingye walked straight up to Lin Mo and pulled out the miniature camera.

Lin Mo’s expression didn’t change as he asked back, “How did that end up with you?”

Lin Mo naturally had nothing to deny; he was the one who put it in.

Tang Xingye’s eyes widened round, his voice rising a pitch, “You’re monitoring me?”

He had thought of many people. The one he thought most unlikely, yet simultaneously the most suspicious, was Lin Mo. He tried to bluff him, and the guy admitted it directly.

“What are you saying?” Lin Mo raised his brow, his expression cold and his tone carrying a slight confusion.

Tang Xingye almost wanted to sneer, “What am I saying? Don’t you—”

“That’s the locator for Qiuqiu. Don’t you remember?” Lin Mo said indifferently. “I was looking for it for a while. How did it end up with you?”

“Qiuqiu?” Tang Xingye’s words came to an abrupt halt.

“Stray dogs nearby have been poisoned recently. We discussed installing one to prevent trouble before it happens.”

Tang Xingye searched the corners of his memory. Lin Mo seemed to have mentioned installing a camera to him, but he had been busy looking at samples and hadn’t taken it to heart.

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Tang Xingye was momentarily dumbstruck. He had wronged Lin Mo again.

Was he too sensitive? Another misunderstanding…

Fortunately, the conviction of “blame others more, blame yourself less” helped Tang Xingye avoid internal friction.

How could it be his mistake? It was all that damn pervert’s fault! Making him almost reflect on himself again.

“What happened to you recently to make you suspect someone is monitoring you?” Lin Mo’s gaze landed on Tang Xingye’s face, speaking with quite some empathy. “Is it because of the harassing text messages?”

Tang Xingye felt like his throat was stuffed with cotton, unable to make a sound. Being harassed, being stalked, and the darkness in his heart—these were secrets Tang Xingye intended to bury deep, not things he could speak of calmly.

Lin Mo was a victim implicated by him. Being looked at by Lin Mo like this made him feel anxious.

Those calm eyes contained scrutiny and complex emotions, seeming to probe whether he had other troubles.

Tang Xingye’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by Lin Mo’s keenness, while simultaneously cursing that damn pervert a hundred times in his heart.

“My photos were uploaded to the forum.” Tang Xingye gave a hum of acknowledgement. Not wanting to reveal too much about the harassment, he briefly mentioned an insignificant matter and changed the subject. “The school anniversary ball is coming up. I can’t dance. Can you?”

Tang Xingye said it casually. He didn’t think Lin Mo, who spent all day in the lab, would have the leisure to learn this.

Compared to the previous secrets, Tang Xingye suddenly felt that being mocked for his dancing wasn’t such a big deal.

Lin Mo naturally understood that Tang Xingye wouldn’t easily bring up past events. If Tang Xingye was playing the victim, he was probably plotting something in his heart again.

“I learned a little.”

Lin Mo actually knew how?

Tang Xingye raised his eyebrows slightly, a bit surprised.

He joked, “Then teach me?”

Tang Xingye wasn’t keen on these social games. Ji Chen had asked him why he didn’t want to attend the ball. He had only given a vague answer that he found it boring.

—You haven’t tried it, how do you know if it’s interesting? You have to experience it to judge.

Ji Chen’s words weren’t without reason. Watching from afar is one experience; occasionally stepping in is just to broaden the boundaries of life.

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“I’ll teach you.”

“I have no basics. I might step on you,” Tang Xingye hadn’t expected Lin Mo to agree so decisively, and reminded him, “Are you really willing to teach me?”

Lin Mo: “Mn.”

“I am willing.”

Tang Xingye’s eyes shimmered with fragmented light. His face heated up slightly. He had just misunderstood Lin Mo, and now he was receiving a favor from him; he felt a bit embarrassed.

Lin Mo curled the corners of his lips.

Baby.

Doing anything for you is as it should be.

…

Watching the figure in the dance studio, his gaze tracing his movements inch by inch, a morbid satisfaction surfaced in Lin Mo’s eyes.

Watching Tang Xingye turn and raise his arm, Lin Mo felt the joy of sculpting a work of art. Tang Xingye’s growth bore his mark, becoming a part of his flesh and blood.

Teacher Lin’s gaze circled around Lin Mo. As a distant relative, he could more or less sense the changes in Lin Mo, but he couldn’t put it into words. If he had to say, it was that he had a bit more human vitality.

He still remembered the child he had held when he was young. Seeing walls full of drawings that were all black and white, without a single trace of color.

Lin Xuyu had once asked if he wasn’t good at coloring, receiving a childish but calm answer: “The world in my eyes is just like this.”

A cold, efficient machine, moving along a set track, stepping onto the immutable path just like his father’s generation.

What changed him?

Teacher Lin would occasionally pay attention to this junior, Lin Mo’s situation. Sometimes he would see a shadowy emotion in Lin Mo’s eyes. Lin Mo would look coldly at a certain spot, with a meaning of gnashing teeth that wasn’t hidden well.

Following his gaze, he saw a familiar figure—the abnormally arrogant top student.

Tang Xingye received a message saying the moon laurel he sent to Zhou Lin had vanished, reportedly lost in a rainstorm on the way. Tang Xingye hadn’t intended to send it; he had received a pile during the Moon Laurel Festival. Since Zhou Lin asked for one, he treated Zhou Lin as a recycling station and sent it cash-on-delivery, counting it as returning a favor.

After expressing a pity he didn’t feel to Zhou Lin, he exited the chat page and walked to the study room.

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Pei Lian was inside holding a thick brick of a book, covered in dense handwriting. Seeing Tang Xingye arrive, he explained his recent understanding.

Tang Xingye didn’t speak, his gaze falling on the topmost book at hand.

“I’m already reading very fast,” Pei Lian noticed his gaze and said aggrievedly, “I will finish writing it within half a month.”

Tang Xingye turned his head, seemingly losing patience, his tone flat: “I’m not in a hurry. You write slowly.”

Pei Lian stood up and walked in front of Tang Xingye. He was slightly taller, yet now it seemed like he was looking up at him.

Pei Lian’s heart tightened, as if his collar was being tugged. His tone was urgent: “Give me a week. I can finish reading and writing it within a week.”

Tang Xingye smiled, “Very good. That’s a good boy.”

Knowing Pei Lian’s upper limit, he knew he could do it but was always distracted and procrastinating.

Pei Lian counted as half his student. Tang Xingye naturally wouldn’t watch him let himself drift with the current.

When Tang Xingye didn’t smile, keeping his snow-white face taut and glancing coldly, it was daunting, making one unable to resist reflecting on where they went wrong.

Pei Lian stared at that face, smiling like a little fox, feeling like a tamed puppy.

Mama’s puppy.

Pei Lian complained aggrievedly, “You have such low requirements for others. I know I’m not as good as Lin Mo; you’re just biased towards him.”

He had no talent and wasn’t worth Tang Xingye’s diligent treatment. If not for this face, Tang Xingye wouldn’t want him, and he would have to return to the gutter to become a rotting rat.

If Tang Xingye no longer looked at him, he would be worse off than the dead Wen Ze.

Mama, you raised me, you have to be responsible for me.

Tang Xingye didn’t speak. After a moment of silence, Pei Lian felt his request was too excessive again. His hands behind his back scratched irritably at the bookshelf behind him.

He looked up uneasily. A beautiful hand reached out to him.

That hand had well-defined knuckles, slender and fair; the skin covering it was like a handful of fresh snow.

A soft, warm touch landed on his face. The holy idol before him bent down, a white shiromuku-like cloak draping down, his gorgeous brows and eyes carrying a smile.

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Invisible threads bound Pei Lian, tightly strangling his bones, allowing the hand above to control him.

“Then how do you want me to treat you?”

“Say it.”

Tang Xingye lowered his eyes and touched Pei Lian’s chin.

Tang Xingye frowned slightly in his heart. His subconscious dog-petting behavior, matched with Pei Lian’s pitiful expression, made him feel it was Pei Lian’s problem.

As expected, he was infected by Lu Zhi; becoming more and more dog-like.

“You know what I want. Can’t our relationship be more intimate?” Pei Lian stared tightly at Tang Xingye.

“We have different definitions of intimacy.” Tang Xingye held Pei Lian’s hand, stopping him from unconsciously picking at the bookshelf and destroying public property.