42: Chapter 42 Misunderstanding? Sleepwalking? Who would believe that?

Snap!

The blinding incandescent light turned on.

The once pitch-black dormitory suddenly became brightly lit.

This sudden, intense light made both of them squint.

After several seconds, their vision slowly recovered.

Then, came a suffocating silence.

There, on that narrow single bed.

Zhang Wei was huddled in the corner, clutching his blanket, his face full of terror and tear streaks, looking just like a young bride who had just been bullied.

And Wang Qiang, wearing only a pair of loose boxer shorts, his muscles bulging, was sitting on the edge of the bed with a completely bewildered look on his face.

That large hand of his, which had just been fumbling all over the other person, was now awkwardly hanging in mid-air, not knowing where to put itself.

The most critical part was this.

Behind the pile of books on the bookshelf, Zhang Wei's phone was pointed directly at them.

On the screen, Su Yun's handsome face was wearing a meaningful, mischievous smirk, quietly watching this scene.

"This..."

Wang Qiang blinked, looked at the cowering Zhang Wei, then at his own hand, and finally, his gaze landed on the phone that was still livestreaming.

His brain couldn't quite process it.

What is going on?

Why did the light suddenly turn on?

Why is there a phone filming?

And who is that guy on the phone? Why is his smile so annoying?

Zhang Wei finally came back to his senses at this moment.

He tremblingly reached out, pointing at the living, breathing, steaming muscular man in front of him.

The "thing" that had terrified him for half a month, which he thought was a vengeful ghost coming for his life.

Was actually his good brother, Wang Qiang?!

"Brother... Brother Qiang?"

Zhang Wei's voice was drifting, the sound of his worldview shattering.

"Why is it you? Where is the ghost? Where is the ghost that was pinning me down?"

He still held onto a last shred of hope, wishing that Wang Qiang had just happened to come over to help him catch the ghost.

Upon hearing this question, Wang Qiang's originally dark face turned bright red in an instant.

That kind of red, spreading from the base of his neck all the way to the top of his forehead, just like a boiled shrimp.

He stammered for a long time, his eyes darting around everywhere, but he dared not look at Zhang Wei, and even less dared to look at the phone camera.

"Ah? That, Xiao Wei..."

"I... I have a condition."

Wang Qiang held it in for a long time, finally managing to squeeze out this sentence.

"I have sleepwalking disorder! Yes! It's sleepwalking disorder!"

He grabbed onto it like a life-saving straw, his voice suddenly rising, as if this reason could be validated just by being loud enough.

"I sleepwalk whenever I sleep, and when I sleepwalk, I must hold onto something to fall asleep."

"Maybe I just mistook you for my body pillow earlier... Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

After saying this, he gave two awkward laughs, trying to ease the toe-curling atmosphere.

The netizens in the livestream room were laughing like crazy.

"Hahahaha! What the hell, sleepwalking disorder!"

"I believe it! I really believe it! Unless you can tell me why the body pillow needs to have its buttons undone!"

"This guy's face is as red as a monkey's butt, and he's still trying to keep up the act."

"As long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed one is the other person. With this kind of mental fortitude, it's a waste not to be an actor."

Su Yun watched Wang Qiang, who was still being stubborn on the screen, and the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking arc.

Trying to brush it off?

No chance at all.

This was a grand play he had carefully directed tonight, and he had to make sure the plot reached its climax.

"Sleepwalking?"

Su Yun's voice came from the phone, carrying a hint of mockery.

"My good man, your sleepwalking disorder is quite advanced."

"Not only can you accurately locate your roommate's bed, but you can also accurately undo the top two buttons of his pajamas while in a sleepwalking state?"

As soon as Su Yun said this, Zhang Wei subconsciously looked down at his chest.

Sure enough!

The pajama buttons he had clearly fastened properly before going to sleep were now open, revealing a large expanse of his fair chest.

No wonder he felt a chill on his chest earlier!

Wang Qiang's face turned even redder, almost as if it were about to bleed.

"That... that was an accident! A coincidence!"

He still wanted to argue.

But Su Yun didn't give him any chance, continuing to twist the knife.

"Also, I heard that people who sleepwalk have no sense of taste or smell."

"Then that frantic sniffing you were doing on his neck earlier, and even sighing about how good it smelled—is that also part of sleepwalking?"

"Or are you saying your sleepwalking disorder also comes with a built-in tasting function?"

"I don't think that bottle of so-called dumbbell maintenance oil you have is for wiping iron, is it?"

"If that stuff were applied to a dumbbell, you'd probably slip and smash your own foot."

With every word Su Yun said, Wang Qiang's complexion worsened.

This was simply a dimensional strike.

Stripping his little thoughts bare in front of the audience, leaving him with nothing left to hide.

Especially that last remark about the "oil," which directly pierced through that layer of pretense.

Zhang Wei listened to Su Yun's words and then looked at the flustered Wang Qiang in front of him.

Those details that he once found touching now left a completely different taste in his mouth.

Like sharing protein powder with him...

Complimenting his fair skin and how good it felt to touch...

Helping him cover up with the blanket at night...

What the hell, this isn't brotherly love at all!

This is clearly just lusting after his body!

"Brother Qiang, you..."

Zhang Wei huddled even tighter into the corner, his hands firmly protecting his chest, his eyes filled with defensiveness and disbelief.

"You... you're actually a pervert?!"

The word "pervert" was like the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Wang Qiang looked at Zhang Wei's disgusted and fearful gaze, and then listened to Su Yun's ruthless mockery on the phone.

His psychological defenses completely collapsed.

It's over.

It's all over.

The tough-guy image he had painstakingly cultivated at school shattered into pieces at this moment.

How can he hang out in the scene in the future? How can he face these roommates?

This is the legendary large-scale social death scene!

"Ah!!!"

Wang Qiang suddenly covered his face and let out a desperate scream.

He didn't even bother to explain, jumping straight off the bed.

He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, grabbing a piece of clothing from the chair next to him to cover his face, and charged out of the dormitory door barefoot.

Bang!

The dormitory door was slammed open and then bounced back heavily.

A flurry of rapid and panicked footsteps echoed in the hallway; that was Wang Qiang's final act of defiance in his attempt to escape this planet.

In just a few seconds, the muscular man who had just wanted to "forcefully lock onto a man" had vanished without a trace.

Leaving behind a room full of awkward air and a Zhang Wei who was still left in a daze.

In the livestream room, the special effects of gifts had already flooded the screen.

The name "Wang Qiang" skyrocketed onto the trending list at rocket speed.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! He just ran away like that?"

"This guy probably bought a standing ticket to escape the planet overnight, right?"

"To be fair, that running posture was quite agile; as expected of a sports student!"

"Zhang Wei: I treated you like a brother, but you wanted to sleep with me?"

Su Yun watched this dramatic scene and nodded with satisfaction.

These merit points are secure.

Not only did he solve the "paranormal event" for Zhang Wei, but he also helped him see the true face of the people around him; this was a great deed indeed.