The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Idol: The Deepest Secret Finally Revealed…

It suddenly began to drizzle outside the window.

Tang Xingye adjusted his expression, looking composed, maintaining the action of pulling open the drawer. “Phone’s out of battery, looking for a charging cable.”

“My phone is the same brand as yours. Use mine.” Lin Mo stepped forward and unplugged his charging phone.

“Such a coincidence?” Tang Xingye asked perfunctorily. His gaze paused as it swept over Lin Mo’s phone. Just now, calling in the dark, he hadn’t seen the phone model clearly. Now, by the light, he saw Lin Mo was using the same model as him. Tang Xingye had always used a second-hand, obsolete model. The performance was poor, and it would heat up after watching videos for a while, but it was still usable, so he hadn’t borne to replace it.

Why would Lin Mo use the same model as him? It made absolutely no sense.

“Not a coincidence. I bought it on purpose,” Lin Mo said. “It’s a couple’s model.”

“Then why didn’t you give me the new one?” Tang Xingye looked up at Lin Mo, joking half-heartedly.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mo actually nodded. He turned and took an exquisite gift box from his suitcase, printed with a Moon Laurel pattern, and handed it to Tang Xingye.

“A Moon Laurel gift.”

Tang Xingye revealed just the right amount of surprise. “Really for me?” He opened the gift box, stroking the new phone. “This is the favorite gift I’ve received.”

This was a lie.

If someone gave him a new phone normally, Tang Xingye would definitely be happy. But now, Tang Xingye dared not imagine how many listening and positioning software programs Lin Mo had installed on this new phone. He was accustomed to the stalker’s existence; it didn’t mean he truly liked such behavior.

The air became somewhat stifling. The strong Mint scent made breathing difficult at this moment.

Tang Xingye pretended to fondle it admiringly, asking, “Why didn’t you give it to me during the Moon Laurel Festival?”

“You used it as a chip and lost it.” Lin Mo lowered his eyes, a trace of hurt revealing on his expression.

Tang Xingye: “…”

At that time, a bunch of people stuffed gifts into his pockets; how could he distinguish who gave what? To avoid trouble from expensive gifts, Tang Xingye naturally lost them all. Lin Mo was the dealer at the time; seeing him take it out as a chip, he didn’t even remind him.

Of course, Tang Xingye wouldn’t internalize it as his own fault. He blamed Lin Mo for not opening his mouth, looking at him with an expression of you really are disappointing. “Next time you can say it directly.”

“Mn,” Lin Mo accepted the criticism humbly. “So will you give me Moon Laurel, or Rose?”

Tang Xingye’s expression changed slightly. He gave Zhou Lin a Moon Laurel and Ji Chen a Rose. He had given these privately. Was Lin Mo’s sentence intentional or unintentional?

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He felt like a snake was tightly wrapping around his neck. He feigned relaxation and casually said, “Haven’t decided. Wait until my finals are over and I solve the stalker matter…”

“It’s already solved, isn’t it?” Lin Mo’s voice was very soft.

Lin Mo’s hair was still dripping water, his face pale. Under the light, he looked like a water ghost that had just crawled out. Those eyes looked at Tang Xingye, pitch-black like the moon sinking into dark water, emitting a gloomy light. “Didn’t you say to him: I want to see you.”

“As you wished, he came to see you.”

Tang Xingye’s scalp went numb, his breathing tightening abruptly.

Lin Mo knew. He had already discovered the fact that he was the stalker. In this hotel room, had Lin Mo installed cameras and listening devices too, even while he was in the bathroom?!

A chill shot up his spine, but he quickly steadied his mind, deciding to seize the moral high ground. He retracted all expressions, looked up abruptly, and questioned sternly, preemptively: “You think I didn’t know it was you! You still have the face to appear in front of me!”

He thought Lin Mo would at least panic or feel guilty for a moment, but the other’s reaction was completely beyond expectation.

Lin Mo looked up, staring at Tang Xingye. A near-manic joy actually surfaced in his eyes, as if his deepest secret was finally revealed—not panic, but release. He looked like a believer finally gazed upon by his idol, even if the gaze cast was one of anger.

“You staged that car accident yourself.” Tang Xingye gritted his teeth. “You said you wanted to help me. You lied to me!”

Lin Mo’s expression was very confused. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He is willing to give everything for the idol. Can no one understand, not even the idol himself?

“You wished for Zhou Lin to have bad luck, so I fulfilled this wish for you. Was the car accident not serious enough?”

“I said I would help you… Everything you wrote in the diary, I did.”

Inconsistent with his calm, indifferent face, those fanatical eyes seemed to crave being used, being controlled, being tamed.

Tang Xingye laughed out of extreme anger, unsure whether to be angry at Lin Mo monitoring him or angry that he knew everything yet played dumb.

“What did you help me with?” His voice carried mockery.

Lin Mo: “You could have clearly continued acting, pretending to know nothing, writing down what you wanted to do in the diary, using me to maximize your benefits. But you didn’t trust me.”

“How can I trust what you do? Did you install cameras even in this room? I just discovered your secret, and the next second you appeared at the door.” Tang Xingye pointed around.

“Is there a single truthful word out of your mouth? With me, your credit is already bankrupt.”

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The sound of rain outside the window suddenly grew louder, crackling against the glass.

Lin Mo gazed at Tang Xingye’s brows and eyes, which were becoming increasingly vivid due to anger, tasting this strong emotion almost greedily. “I didn’t install any here.” His voice was terrifyingly calm. “I just heard the sound of you washing your hands for a long time… Your expression is also very easy to guess.”

“I said it.”

“I like you and want to help you. You don’t believe me…” He tilted his head slightly, his tone actually tinged with an imperceptible grievance. “From the start of school, you guarded against me, hated me, and wrote those curses in the diary.”

“If you hadn’t written down those wishes, I wouldn’t have acted according to them.”

Blaming me? For a moment, Tang Xingye almost got twisted into it—did I do wrong in the beginning?

Jealous of rich people, wanting revenge on them, so God couldn’t stand it and let him be entangled with them endlessly?

Fortunately, his inner belief supported him: reflect less on yourself, blame others more. Lin Mo’s words were all twisted logic. The angry words he wrote, and Lin Mo’s paranoid stalking, peeping, and even causing a car accident, were two completely different things!

“What do you want?” Tang Xingye pulled the topic back to reality, his tone turning cold. “With your family conditions, what kind of Omega or Beta can’t you find?”

Tang Xingye thought that being played by Lin Mo was enough to offset the bad things he had done.

Before his voice fell, his shoulder was grabbed violently. The force was great but didn’t bring pain. He looked up, crashing into Lin Mo’s eyes which suddenly surged with anger. “You want to push me to others?!”

“You said I was important to you.”

Tang Xingye sneered.

However important, not as important as my own life.

He met those paranoid eyes, his imposing manner not losing to him.

“What I say goes. If I tell you to die, will you die?”

After doing those things, Lin Mo still has the nerve to ask him. Anger rushed to his head, making him speak indiscriminately, throwing out the most hurtful words.

Lin Mo’s eyes became very bright, emitting a bizarre light. His indifferent face seemed re-injected with vitality, cheeks flushing with excited red, even his fingertips trembling.

He seemed to have truly heard a divine oracle, even craving the command to be crueler. He was willing to be cut by the beautiful idol, blood and flesh blurred, becoming nourishment.

Tang Xingye looked at Lin Mo’s expression in astonishment. His chest full of anger seemed suddenly blocked, leaving only a powerless and irritable sense of suffocation. “I send you harassing text messages every day, monitor you, steal your personal items—do you also want this kind of disgusting liking?”

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“Okay.” Lin Mo smiled, carrying a certain naive satisfaction.

Lin Mo’s eyes were dyed with obsessive fanaticism, his Adam’s apple rolling. “Are you going to do this to me? Is there more? I feel… it’s not enough.”

Tang Xingye: “…”

As if catching the change in Tang Xingye’s emotions, Lin Mo thought Tang Xingye was going to go back on his word. “I won’t disturb your freedom.”

“How about locking me up? Just give me two square meters to sleep. Rice every day. I don’t need contact with others. I won’t spend a cent of yours.”

Tang Xingye found it more absurd the more he listened, looking incredulous.

Was Lin Mo brainwashed by some organization? Even saying things like not wanting to go out and study. Finally, he concluded: Lin Mo’s subtext was that he wanted to do these things to him.

Tang Xingye’s eyes widened: “You want to imprison me?!”

“Don’t you want to do this to me?” Lin Mo asked.

Tang Xingye really didn’t know what Lin Mo was thinking all day long. “Don’t even think about it. I’m going back to class!”

“And don’t think about disappearing suddenly and throwing the suspicion on me.”

Tang Xingye knew Lin Mo’s paranoia and madness; having his life overly pried into made him unhappy.

“Our relationship is over. After the annual meeting tomorrow, I’ll go back myself.”

“Why?”

A bit of blankness surfaced on Lin Mo’s expression. It was the first time Tang Xingye saw him show such helplessness.

“Didn’t I just disgust you, curse you? You retaliated back. What else do you want to do?” Tang Xingye couldn’t be bothered to struggle, his expression indifferent. “Hate me that much? F*ck me once more to vent your anger? If that can make you leave my life.”

“…”

Lin Mo’s face instantly turned deathly pale, staring fixedly at Tang Xingye. His pitch-black pupils looked like they were thrown into sewage, bleeding red blood. He hadn’t expected Tang Xingye to question this point directly, rushing to defend: “I never hated you.”

Tang Xingye pulled the corner of his lip. The tear mole at the tail of his eye was like a black raindrop, carrying sharpness. He revealed a mocking smile. “Whatever you say.”

“Aren’t you willing to do anything?”

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Tang Xingye stuffed the new phone back into Lin Mo’s pocket, gently smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes, but his tone was extremely cold as he made a wish.

“I wish for us to never cross paths again.”

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled outside the window; the lights flickered.

Lin Mo’s pupils dilated in an instant. His breathing became rapid, temples throbbing wildly. The anxiety of the Susceptible Period magnified infinitely; a sharp ringing in his brain almost pierced through it.

Everything around him rapidly lost color, fading to the original black and white. Like an overturned palette, constantly twisting, spinning.

Lin Mo never doubted his love. Tang Xingye resisted his approach; only by doing these things could he gain attention and respite.

But Tang Xingye denied it thoroughly. His face lost all color, eyes staring tightly at the other, blood vessels crawling over his eyeballs.

“You think I’m retaliating against you?”

Is it not?

Tang Xingye was in a fit of anger, but he also saw Lin Mo’s abnormality. He didn’t continue to provoke him, his eyes clearly writing this question.

“Retaliation… hate…” The Alpha let go, as if his soul was drained, murmuring like he was talking in his sleep. Severe pain, like giant claws tearing open his abdomen, churned madly in his internal organs.

Tang Xingye saw his suddenly pale face and unfocused eyes, but thinking of all that happened before, that bit of concern was suppressed again. He just asked stiffly, “What’s wrong with you?”

That cold voice, to Lin Mo at this moment, sounded exceptionally piercing.

Love is evil; his very existence is a sin. He shook his head, face twisting in pain. Suffocation seized his throat, heart cramping violently, vision going black.

Must leave here!

Lin Mo didn’t want Tang Xingye to see his wretched state. He walked out quickly, trembling all over. His vision went black, and he pitched straight toward the sharp corner of the table nearby—

In that instant, Tang Xingye’s heart almost stopped.

All anger and irritability were shattered to pieces in the face of life and death. His body reacted faster than his thoughts. He used his arm to cushion between the table corner and Lin Mo’s forehead.

A wave of warm wetness came from the back of his hand.

But the anticipated dull pain didn’t happen.

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At the same instant Tang Xingye rushed over, Lin Mo, almost in a semi-comatose state, seemed to sense Tang Xingye’s approach amidst the weightlessness. A conditioned reflex transcending pain and nearing instinct made him move. He violently raised his trembling arm, pushing him away in the opposite direction, trying to use his body to separate Tang Xingye from the hard table corner, even if he himself would crash into it without buffer.

Tang Xingye lost his balance from this sudden push and pull. Finally, both of them stumbled and fell onto the carpet together. Lin Mo’s elbow padded heavily underneath, while Tang Xingye fell onto his body.

Before Tang Xingye could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a red gash cut open on Lin Mo’s arm, blood gushing out. He lay there, lips deathly pale, breathing weak.

His expression was extremely complex. Sighing as if resigning to fate, he climbed up to rummage for the medicine kit. High-end hotel rooms usually came equipped with basic first aid kits. Sure enough, he found a clearly marked white first aid kit in a conspicuous spot.

Tang Xingye simply treated the wound, stopping the bleeding.

“Where is your medicine? Is it hypoglycemia, or some other problem?”

Lin Mo looked at Tang Xingye’s gazing eyes, revealing confusion: “Why?”

“What why? Where is the medicine?” Tang Xingye’s patience was running out, looking dissatisfied.

“Not a sickness, it’s…” Lin Mo saw Tang Xingye’s expression. It was a side effect of his drug abuse. He explained, “Side effect of the medicine.”

“Didn’t you wish for me not to appear in front of you again?”

“Even for someone I hate, I don’t wish for them to die in front of me.” Tang Xingye kept a straight face.

Lin Mo lowered his eyes, murmuring, “Then it would be better… to be killed by you.”

Lin Mo accidentally spoke his wish. His deep, pitch-black eyes observed Tang Xingye, not missing a single trace of change in expression.

Lin Mo completely exposed his self-loathing, filthy interior. He was waiting, waiting for Tang Xingye to show a look of disgust, judge him, give him the death penalty thoroughly, giving him a quick end.

“I thought you were the most normal one in the dorm,” Tang Xingye’s voice cooled down. “Turns out you haven’t done any less illegal stuff. You really are sick in the head.”

He paused, his tone remaining calm: “No one is inseparable from anyone.”

“Then… what should I do?” Lin Mo’s voice carried a blank pleading. “I won’t… Teach me. Don’t give up on me.”

“Not give up on you?” Tang Xingye repeated quietly, watching him. “How will you prove you won’t treat me like before?”

“Any way.”

Lin Mo answered quickly, the paranoid light reigniting in his eyes. The incandescent light poured down obliquely, plating a layer of holy halo on Tang Xingye’s silhouette, falling on his long eyelashes, looking like a pure white idol draped in light, looking down in judgment.

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“Punish me however you want.”

As long as Tang Xingye wanted, he could use any method to prove it, including cutting off his flesh and blood.

Only extreme, cruel punishment could signify he was worth forgiving, could dissolve the other’s anger, exchanging for a possibility of pardon.

However, Tang Xingye just reached out and patted his face:

“Don’t go crazy.”

Tang Xingye didn’t want to be an idol offered blood sacrifices.

“If you want to prove it, be practical. Buy me lab equipment, invest in my project, and buy me a case of milk to help me grow taller.”

Anything is fine sounded very moving; Tang Xingye even heard the meaning that Lin Mo didn’t even care about his life. But what would Tang Xingye want his life for? Giving him useless things!

Tang Xingye found it truly strange. Clearly, when Lin Mo saw him kissing Lu Zhi, he acted cold and indifferent. Turned out he was going crazy in silence.

Truly idle panic! Did you memorize the book? Did you do the problems? Thinking about this useless stuff all day, are you ready for finals?

“Such a simple thing, making it so complicated.” Tang Xingye glanced at him, adding with a hint of disdain, “You came to help me with experiments before, sharing the project pressure. Didn’t you do very well?”

As soon as the voice fell, the deathly aura on Lin Mo dissipated significantly.

Tang Xingye put the medicine kit back, dropping a sentence:

“Don’t say such scary things next time. Did you take notes today? Let me copy them.”

His footsteps paused slightly. He didn’t look back, but his voice came clearly:

“As long as you’re alive, good things will always happen.”