The new campus of School A finally finished during the summer break.

During the final exams of the previous semester, the teachers at the Art Academy informed the students in advance that after the completion of the new campus, all students from the Art Academy will be relocated to the newly constructed campus.

The dormitories in the new campus are all 2-person and 4-person rooms that come with air conditioning, a balcony, and a private bathroom.

Finally, there was no need to live in the old and cramped dormitory with 6 or even 8 people, without a private bathroom.

So even though the new semester is starting, campus relocation is still a very troublesome matter. However, the students of the Art Academy are filled with joy that cannot be expressed in words.

As a local resident of City A, Song Qiuyao didn't have much luggage in the old dormitory. Therefore, he took care of the check-out procedures at the end of the previous semester and easily packed all his clothes and everyday items, which were placed in the dormitory, into a suitcase and brought them back home.

Therefore, while most of the students from the art college needed to return to school early this semester to move into the new campus and dormitories, Song Qiuyao could comfortably stay at home until the last day of summer vacation.

In September, on the last day of registration for the start of the new semester, Song Qiuyao quickly packed a few changes of clothes at home, then dragged his suitcase and took a taxi to the new campus.

Song Qiuyao was feeling extremely frustrated upon arriving at the new campus.

Because he arrived late, his original roommate and even classmates from his own class had already arranged new dorms. The highly praised double rooms were already fully arranged, and only four-person rooms were left for others.

In Song Qiuyao's opinion, there wasn't much difference between the 4-person room and the original 6-person room.

Song Qiuyao: "Yang Lao Shi, could you help me inquire if there are any vacant double rooms in the other classes?" Song Qiuyao looked at Yang Lin with a pleading expression.

Yang Lin: "Then wait a moment, let me ask the other teachers in the class to see if there are any available beds."

Song Qiuyao: "Thank you, Teacher Yang. I am truly grateful to you!"

Yang Lin is Song Qiuyao's counselor. Among the students in the same grade, Song Qiuyao never skips classes or fails any courses. Whether it's major courses or theory classes, he has always been at the top of the class. Additionally, Song Qiuyao is good-looking and polite in his interactions with others. He treats everyone with courtesy. As a student like this, Yang Lin is naturally willing to help.

Soon, after consulting with other academic advisors, Yang Lin told Song Qiuyao that there was a two-person room available in the art department for seniors, along with an empty bed.

After Song Qiuyao completed the formalities for moving into the new dormitory, he had already reached 5 p.m. It was all done after he collected the academic textbooks for this semester.

Song Qiuyao arrived at the entrance of the new dormitory, with one hand dragging a suitcase and the other holding a new book. As he was about to put down the suitcase and take out the key to open the door, he realized that the dormitory door was not locked.

The door was slightly ajar, revealing a crack. Just as Song Qiuyao was about to push the door open, a faint murmur emanated from inside the room, accompanied by slight breathing, drifting towards Song Qiuyao.

The sound was deep and muffled, accompanied by a fine and rhythmic friction sound, falling lightly but not too heavily into Song Qiuyao's eardrums.

Song Qiuyao's face turned slightly red.

As a fellow male, Song Qiuyao understood very well what the people in the room were currently doing.

All men have such needs. Song Qiuyao felt that it would be inappropriate for him to either rush in or knock on the door and interrupt his new roommate who might be engaged in that kind of activity.

Song Qiuyao thought, what if the new roommate is about to come out, and suddenly gets scared by him knocking on the door or barging in, and then awkwardly retreats. That would be so embarrassing.

Moreover, suppressing the arrow on the bowstring and holding back the release feels quite strenuous no matter how you think about it.

So, standing outside the door, Song Qiuyao gently set down his luggage and books, leaning against the wall as he silently listened for when the commotion inside the room would finally come to an end.

The voice of the new roommate was deep and magnetic. He hummed with a hoarse tone, making the already enchanting atmosphere in the room even more alluring.

Standing outside and eavesdropping by the corner of the wall, Song Qiuyao, under the influence of such a captivating voice, also raised her head slightly.

Song Qiuyao is a gay man, and he is also a voice control enthusiast.

Especially obsessed with the deep and hoarse voice of mature men.

Every time he hears a similar sound like this, he can't help but fantasize about being enveloped by a cold, stern and sexy man. And then, his crimson-colored thin lips are pressed against his own ear, as the husky and sensual voice calls out his name gently, one after another. It's such a wonderful sensation.

The more he imagined, the more agitated Song Qiuyao became, his mouth drying up. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Song Qiuyao bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to suppress the almost uncontrollable thoughts. Inside her mind, she continuously prayed for the indescribable sound in the room to end quickly.

Song Qiuyao wanted to slap himself in the face. He was fantasizing about his new roommate even before meeting him. What kind of person is he?!

Fortunately, the man indoors let out a long and contented sigh, followed by the sound of a belt being fastened and the sound of water flowing from the faucet.

Phew!!! Finally, it's over.

After taking a deep breath outside the door, Song Qiuyao adjusted himself and knocked on the dormitory door.

"Hello, senior, I am Song Qiuyao from the sophomore year of the fine arts department. I am your new roommate."

When Song Qiuyao pushed the door open and appeared at the doorway, smiling at himself so tenderly, Qin Yan thought that he must still be under the influence of that "buzzing" moment and hadn't come back to his senses yet, which explained why he saw this illusion as if in a dream. Otherwise, how else could he explain the sudden appearance of the person he had fantasized about just a minute ago, now standing in front of him, about to start living together with him?

Song Qiuyao looked at the senior student who had an utterly perplexed expression on his face, his eyes fixed on her without blinking for a moment. Her smile froze on her face and became awkward.

In the air, there seemed to be a faint, lingering smell of the distinct, musky scent of masculinity.

In his heart, Song Qiuyao thought that it seemed like it wasn't the right time for him to come in!

Fortunately, Qin Yan quickly snapped out of it and immediately understood that the appearance of Song Qiuyao before him was not a mere dream.

So he immediately dried his washed hands and hurriedly walked towards Song Qiuyao, who was still standing at the door.

Qin Yan took Song Qiuyao's luggage and books, placing Song Qiuyao's suitcase next to the cabinet. Then, he placed the books on the empty writing desk.

After finishing these tasks, Gentleman Qin Yanshen extended his right hand towards Song Qiuyao and said.

"Hello, I am Qin Yan, a third-year student in the Department of Fine Arts. I hope to receive your guidance in the future."

Opening her mouth at this moment, although her voice wasn't as alluring as before, it still had a magnetic quality that made Song Qiuyao's body slightly react.

Song Qiuyao also extended his right hand, slowly gripping Qin Yan's palm.

Even after washing with cold water just moments ago, Qin Yan's hands remained warm. His fingers were clean, slim, with distinct joints, and his nails neatly trimmed. Even a gentle touch seemed as if it could entice one's heart.

Song Qiuyao is not only a useless otaku, but also a gaming addict.

This made Song Qiuyao couldn't help but scrutinize Qin Yan's facial features and figure.

Qin Yan appeared to be a little over half a head taller than the 178cm tall Song Qiuyao. Song Qiuyao estimated that he was at least 184-185cm tall. He had a tall and straight figure with long legs, broad shoulders, and a slim waist without any excess fat. His skin was fair, his features were distinct, and his eyes were deep and profound. Although he didn't possess the same bright eyes and white teeth as himself, and his facial features were not as delicate, he exuded a more handsome and refined charm than himself, even as another male.

It's clear that this person just heard someone engaged in self-indulgent activities indoors, but at this moment, they unexpectedly experience a suppressed desire for beauty.

In the depths of Song Qiuyao's heart, a storm of cries raged. His mind was filled with bullet screens, relentlessly shouting and clamoring, "Medicine pill, medicine pill, medicine pill!! I am eating the jujube pill!!!"

As a gay! A voice fetish, hand fetish, and a gay with a high aesthetic standard!!! Yet, he's assigned a straight male roommate who hits all his gay triggers – voice, hands, physique, and looks! Is this happiness? Or torment??? This is mind-boggling, mind-boggling, mind-boggling, mind-boggling, mind-boggling, mind-boggling, mind-boggling, mind-boggling!

Most importantly, the art academy is just this big. I can't believe I was so blind not to notice such a perfect male god!!

As Song Qiuyao held the hand of the male god, her imagination ran wild. She fantasized about becoming the male god's right hand and giving him a high-five. Hehe.

On the other hand, Qin Yan was holding Song Qiuyao's hand, and his heart couldn't stop throbbing! I'm not dreaming!!! I finally held hands with my sweetheart!!! Holding hands!!!!! Not only that, but we are going to start living together. Isn't this basically being together?! Hehe.

After the two men briefly introduced themselves, they held hands and looked at each other, their minds wandering and imagination soaring. The surroundings fell into a silent and tranquil state, as calm as a chicken...

It's unknown how much time had passed, but Qin Yan eventually came back to his senses and reluctantly let go of Song Qiuyao's hand.

"It's getting late. Let's go eat together first. We have to go to the classroom for roll call at 7 pm. You can pack up your things after roll call." Qin Yan said, reaching out to gently rub Song Qiuyao's soft hair.

"Uh, okay." Song Qiuyao couldn't help but blush, and smiled as she nodded gently.