Who wants to be a male model after being reborn? I want to be a male god.

Chapter 367 Thoughts are like the drum of a washing machine

The typhoon finally passed quickly over Shanglinjiang, but the cold air it left behind has not yet faded away.

Because of the rain yesterday, Xu Wen forced Lan Qiu Sheng to take a day off.

She had no choice but to stay in the dormitory and not go anywhere.

She lost her job and found herself with nothing to do.

At this time, Lan Qiu Sheng was standing in a corner of the laundry room with his arms folded.

Her eyes unconsciously followed the outline of the dark grey shirt billowing in the water.

The drum of the washing machine rotates at a constant speed, making a low humming sound.

This is the third time.

Lan Qiusheng counted silently in his mind, but did not reach out to press the stop button.

She didn't know why she kept washing the shirt, which was already clean enough.

Just like she didn't understand why she had brought it back from the hotel.

The incandescent light bulbs in the laundry room hummed and cast a pale light.

Lan Qiu Sheng stared at the round glass window of the washing machine.

My thoughts drifted back to that stormy afternoon yesterday.

Xu Wen's figure standing in the room, his slightly furrowed brows as he spoke, and the warmth of his fingertips as he handed her the shirt.
These scenes kept flashing back in her mind, causing her to feel an inexplicable sourness in her chest.

"What's wrong with me?" Lan Qiu Sheng raised his hand and rubbed his temples, trying to dispel these inappropriate thoughts.

There are many things she should think about, work, study.
Instead of this shirt that has been washed several times.

The washing machine made a "beeping" sound, interrupting her thoughts.

Lan Qiu suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had been standing in the laundry room for nearly an hour.

She hurriedly pressed the stop button and opened the washing machine door.

The wet shirt felt heavy, and water droplets slid down her wrists, and the coolness made her shiver.

Xu Wen.

The name rolled around on her tongue and was swallowed back.

Lan Qiusheng held the shirt carefully.

The collar of the shirt still retained the shape that Xu Wen had worn. She couldn't help but gently stroke the curve with her fingers, then quickly retracted her hand as if it was burned.

Lan Qiusheng took a deep breath and forced himself to stuff the shirt into the dryer.

The machine started running again, making even louder noises.

She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and tried to clear her confused thoughts.

Since he was a child, Lan Qiusheng set an iron rule for himself: never rely on anyone and never repeat his mother's mistakes.

She studied very hard, and used her excellent grades to draw a line between herself and the people around her, keeping everyone out.

Until I met Xu Wen.

He is different.

This thought suddenly popped into her mind, causing Lan Qiu to open her eyes suddenly.

The spin dryer has stopped turning.

She reached out to take it, but froze the moment she touched the fabric.

This shirt once fit tightly against Xu Wen's skin and once contained his body temperature.

And now, it was held in her hands, with the fragrance of laundry detergent and a slight dampness.

A strange possessive desire suddenly surged in his heart. Lan Qiu Sheng hugged the shirt tightly to his chest, his heart beating like a drum.

"No, that's not right."

Reason soon prevailed.

Lan Qiu Sheng shook his head, quickly put the shirts into the basin, and walked out of the laundry room quickly.

It was already late when I returned to the dormitory.

Lan Qiusheng pushed the door open carefully, fearing to wake up his sleeping roommate.

But when she saw the situation in the dormitory clearly in the moonlight, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The beds of the other three girls were empty. She then realized that her roommates had not returned until the dormitory was closed. They must have gone out to play together.

Lan Qiusheng sighed and turned on the small desk lamp on his desk.

The soft yellow light illuminates her small world: neatly arranged reference books, a schedule filled with sticky notes, and a pot of succulents growing tenaciously next to the computer.

Lan Qiu Sheng walked to the balcony and carefully hung up Xu Wen's shirt.

The night breeze blew, and the shirt swayed gently, casting a faint shadow in the moonlight.

She stood there and watched for a long time, until her legs became numb and she went back inside.

"Didi".

The phone suddenly rang.

Lan Qiu Sheng picked it up reflexively to check, but his shoulders slumped slightly when he saw the sender.

It was Ding Yue, and she said she would come to the dormitory tomorrow to discuss the freshman orientation with her.

"Welcome new students," Lan Qiusheng rubbed his temples.

Before she knew it, she had already become a sophomore.

This semester she spent almost all her time on her work in Shin City and even skipped a lot of classes.

If Xu Wen hadn't reminded her occasionally, she might have missed the final exam.

Thinking of Xu Wen, Lan Qiusheng's fingers unconsciously placed on the edge of the phone.

She should send him a message to tell him that she had finished reading the report, or ask him what plans he had for the next day.

But reason told her that these were not things an ordinary secretary or an ordinary student should do.

"An ordinary classmate." Lan Qiusheng smiled self-deprecatingly.

Lan Qiusheng put down his phone and walked to the sink.

The girl in the mirror had obvious dark circles under her eyes, and her lips looked a little pale from being clenched for a long time.

She reached out and touched the mirror, her fingertips touching her reflection.

"Lan Qiu Sheng, what are you thinking about?" she asked softly, but got no answer.

The next morning, Lan Qiu Sheng was awakened by the dazzling sunlight.

She opened her eyes drowsily and found that she had fallen asleep on the desk, her neck aching from the unnatural sleeping position.

The sound of birds chirping was heard outside the window. A new day had begun, but she was still immersed in the chaotic dream of last night.

In her dream, she was wearing Xu Wen's shirt and standing on the rooftop of a high-rise building in the heavy rain.

Xu Wen stretched out his hand to her from a distance, but she couldn't reach it.

Lan Qiu Sheng shook his head, trying to dispel this absurd dream.

She stood up, stretched her stiff limbs, and then walked to the balcony as usual to check on the drying of her shirt.

The shirt was dry and fluttered gently in the morning breeze.

Lan Qiusheng reached out and took it off. The fabric was soft and dry, and smelled of sunshine.

She hesitated for a moment, but folded the shirt and put it in the bottom layer of her closet. She hadn't figured out how to return it to Xu Wen, or rather, she wasn't ready to face him again.

After washing up, Lan Qiu Sheng looked at the time.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Xu Wen should already be in the company.

She picked up her phone, hesitated for a while, and finally sent a text message: "The third quarter user growth rate data in yesterday's report needs to be rechecked. I will go to the company this afternoon to deal with it."

After sending the message, Lan Qiu Sheng immediately threw his phone onto the bed, as if he was afraid of being burned.

She knew how ridiculous her behavior was.

He could have just called to report his work, but he insisted on sending such a businesslike message; he could have openly brought up the matter of the shirt, but he hid it like a guilty thief.

The cell phone soon vibrated and Lan Qiu Sheng almost rushed over to check it.

Xu Wen's reply was brief, consisting of only two words: "Received."

No greetings, no small talk, not even a mention of the previous rainstorm or the shirt.

This should have made Lan Qiusheng feel relieved, but what was going on with that inexplicable feeling of loss in his chest?

"Lan Qiusheng! Open the door! I know you are inside!" Ding Yue's signature loud voice suddenly sounded outside the door, accompanied by an rude knock on the door.

Lan Qiu Sheng quickly ran to open the door, fearing that Ding Yue would wake up everyone on the entire floor.

As soon as the door opened, Ding Yue rushed in like a gust of wind, holding two cups of soy milk and a few buns in her hands.

"I knew you didn't have breakfast!" Ding Yue put breakfast on the table, but his eyes scanned the entire dormitory sharply.

She blinked and asked in confusion, "Huh? The school has just started and your three roommates are missing again?"

When school started last semester, we were all still freshmen and were somewhat restrained.

I'm only in my sophomore year and I've completely let myself go.

The counselors also gradually relaxed their management.

"They have their own activities." Lan Qiu Sheng answered vaguely, took the soy milk and took a sip.

The warm liquid slid down her throat, making her realize that she was indeed hungry.

Ding Yue curled her lips and sat on Lan Qiusheng's bed without any hesitation: "If you ask me, the relationship in your dormitory is too weird. Four people live together, three of them form a small group, and the remaining one is isolated. Aren't you sad?"

"I don't have time to think about these things. The Student Union, Shancheng, class affairs, and studies... I'm already busy enough." Lan Qiusheng took a bite of the bun and said in a flat tone.

"Come on! You are just a workaholic. You have suppressed all your emotional needs. I tell you, if you continue like this, there will be problems sooner or later!" Ding Yue rolled her eyes.

Lan Qiu Sheng did not refute because she knew Ding Yue was right.

At some point, she began to put all her energy into things that could bring her tangible returns.

emotion?

That's too extravagant and too dangerous.

"By the way, the counselor sent out the specific requirements for the freshman orientation yesterday. Have you read it?" Ding Yue suddenly changed the subject.

Lan Qiusheng shook his head: "I've been busy with things in Shancheng this week, so I haven't had time yet."

Her words came to an abrupt halt because Ding Yue's eyes were suddenly fixed on the clothes drying rack on the balcony.

To be precise, it was the men's shirt on the clothesline that was no longer there.

"Wait, what was hanging on your balcony?" Ding Yue narrowed her eyes.

Her dormitory was just opposite, and she noticed a men's shirt there yesterday.

Ding Yue originally thought it belonged to Lan Qiu Sheng’s roommate, like someone was washing for her boyfriend.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Lan Qiusheng's heart skipped a beat: "Nothing, just ordinary clothes."

After hearing this, Ding Yue became more certain of his guess.

"Don't give me that! I clearly saw it yesterday!" Ding Yue jumped up and rushed to the closet in two steps.

"Ding Yue!" Lan Qiu Sheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Ding Yue opened the closet door at an astonishing speed, her eyes scanning the neatly arranged clothes like a radar, and then fixed on the discordant gray at the bottom.

"Ha! I knew it! Lan Qiu Sheng, you actually hid a men's shirt! Tell me, whose shirt is it?" Ding Yue pulled out the shirt triumphantly and waved it in his hand.

Lan Qiusheng's face instantly burned up. She reached out to grab the shirt back, but Ding Yue dodged nimbly: "Give it back to me! This is not, not what you think!"

"Not what I thought? Well, the size is a bit large, the fabric is good, and the style is simple." Ding Yue raised his eyebrows and held the shirt up to look at it carefully.

She touched her chin and asked with a smirk, "Is this Xu Wen's clothes?"

Lan Qiusheng froze in place, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Seeing Lan Qiusheng's reaction, the teasing on Ding Yue's face gradually turned into shock: "Oh my God! Is it really Xu Wen's? What happened to you?"

"Nothing! I went to the hotel to deliver a report to him during the typhoon the day before yesterday and got soaked. He lent it to me." Lan Qiusheng finally found his voice and snatched the shirt back.

"I understand! So Xu Wen took it off and gave it to you personally? Were you alone in the hotel room?" Ding Yue dragged out her voice, the fire of gossip burning in her eyes.

"Ding Yue! We are just talking about work!" Lan Qiusheng's ears turned red.

As soon as he said this, Lan Qiu Sheng regretted it.

Because Ding Yue's expression had changed from teasing to some strange kind of pity.

"Classmate Xiaolan, you actually like this period of time quite a lot, don't you?" Ding Yue suddenly softened her voice and walked over to sit next to Lan Qiu Sheng.

This direct question was like a knife, cutting through all the defenses that Lan Qiu Sheng had carefully constructed.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Deny it?
Ding Yue has seen through everything.

Do you admit it?
That is tantamount to admitting one's own weakness and incompetence.

"I don't know." Lan Qiu Sheng's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"You know, you said that Gu Xingruo went out for a trip recently, and no one knew where Xia Ning went, so now there are only you and Xu Wen left in Linjiang." Ding Yue said firmly, reaching out to hold Lan Qiusheng's cold fingers.

After she finished, she finally concluded: "So you are enjoying your daily alone time with just the two of you."

Lan Qiusheng raised his head suddenly, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes: "Is it so obvious?"

"How can it not be obvious? Anyone can see it, right?" Ding Yue sighed.

Lan Qiusheng lowered her head, and her shirt was unconsciously crumpled in her hands.

"Listen, Gu Xingruo is traveling and Xia Ning is not in Linjiang. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Ding Yue suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice.

Lan Qiusheng frowned: "What opportunity?"

"Of course it's a chance to win over Xu Wen! Just the two of you, spending day and night together, working until late at night, it's the right time, the right place, and the right people!" Ding Yue patted his thigh.

This time, Lan Qiu Sheng did not rush to refute. Instead, he stood there, staring at Ding Yue in front of him in a daze.

After a long while, she finally said, "Ruoruo asked me to help watch him."

"Look at him? Come on, who told me before that it's okay to be a mistress? Can you show some courage? A Gu Xingruo has scared you like this, do you think you want to be a mistress?" Ding Yue sneered.

Lan Qiusheng bent down to pick up his shirt, his fingers trembling slightly: "Before I..."

She recalled the conversation they had on the rooftop during that business trip, a moment that was almost a confession.

"Xu Wen never showed that kind of intention." Lan Qiu Sheng finally sighed.

"Just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean he doesn't want to." Ding Yue said firmly.

She walked over to Lan Qiusheng and gently placed her hand on her shoulder: "Think about Xia Ning. Didn't you tell me that she and Xu Wen have met? If Xu Wen can accept Xia Ning, he can also accept you. Just like you said, maybe he is really a scumbag?"

(End of this chapter)