My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 44

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Moan for me.

Moan for me.

Moan for me.

Even after hanging up, the phrase kept looping in Shen Weixiao’s mind, leaving her dazed and bewildered.

She buried her face in her pillow, scolding herself for being so easily flustered. Just as she managed to calm down slightly, another call came through. Snapping back to alertness, she glanced warily at the caller ID, then answered Li Jiaru’s call with a mix of disappointment and relief.

Wei Xiao, it’s Jiaru. Are you sick today? Why did you take the day off? Li Jiaru sounded like she was crammed on a subway, her voice choppy against the loud background noise. The boss treated everyone to barbecue at noon. You really missed out!

Leaning against her headboard, Shen Weixiao smiled faintly. She couldn’t care less about the meal—what could possibly be more important than her beloved sister? Hmph

Oh, that’s such a shame, Shen Weixiao feigned regret, sighing dramatically. I had some urgent business today, so I temporarily swapped my day off using the company app. I’ll be back at work tomorrow morning! By the way, Sister Jiaru, haven’t you gone home yet?

Li Jiaru laughed heartily. We had a company dinner tonight, and I managed to snag a train ticket right after! Couldn’t be better! Oh, Wei Xiao, you really missed out by not coming to work today. The head office sent gifts for everyone, and I put yours in your locker. I’m on my way home now, but I was a little worried about you, so I called to check in. Don’t get sick during the New Year!

Mm-hmm, thank you, Sister Jiaru.

Li Jiaru strained her ears to hear the station announcements, then suddenly remembered something crucial. Oh, Wei Xiao, when you went to the head office last time, did you happen to run into Lu Kai?

Shen Weixiao perked up, a little puzzled. You mean Lu Kai? Yes, I did. Why? A faint unease crept in. Had she somehow offended this influential figure? Ugh, this is the worst news.

Ugh! I only found out about what happened between you two at our private gathering tonight. It’s all my fault—I completely forgot to tell Lu Kai you already had a boyfriend when I tried to set you up last time! He secretly asked me tonight why you were giving him the cold shoulder and asked me to feel you out. Wei Xiao, this is my fault. Don’t worry, I’ve already cleared things up with Lu Kai. Just pretend it never happened to avoid any awkwardness between you two.

Shen Weixiao’s jaw dropped in astonishment. What? You played matchmaker for us? When did that happen?

Uh… Sister Jiaru? When did you try to set us up? Shen Weixiao scratched her head. I don’t remember anything about that.

Li Jiaru, hurrying to get out of the car, accidentally hung up the phone. On the other end, Shen Weixiao anxiously pondered the reason for the abrupt disconnection, her emotions surging like stormy waves.

Matchmaker? Match…maker. Shen Weixiao racked her brain, trying to recall the last time she had been alone with Li Jiaru. Suddenly, it clicked. She slapped her thigh and exclaimed, Was it that time with you, Sister? Her eyebrows arched slightly, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. No wonder Sister acted so strangely back then! If it was just about my boyfriend, there’s no reason for her to be so jealous!

So Li Jiaru really did ask about me behind my back that time? Heh heh heh, so Sister was jealous after all!

A sudden, inexplicable sense of smugness washed over Shen Weixiao. She covered her mouth and flopped onto the bed, giggling to herself.

Beep beep beep—

Hello, Sister Jiaru?

Li Jiaru adjusted her headset, took a deep breath, and continued, I just got out of the car and was rushing to the elevator, so I accidentally hung up. Wei Xiao, what were you asking me earlier? I didn’t quite catch it.

Shen Weixiao confidently asked, I was asking if you were the one who asked Sister Xuan about me when we had dinner together that time?

Yes, that’s right! Li Jiaru’s face flushed red from the cold as she tucked her hands into her pockets, still shivering slightly. Speaking of which, your roommate is so aloof! When I mentioned Lu Kai, he didn’t even flinch and even said Lu Kai was a bit short.

Pfft! Shen Weixiao couldn’t help but laugh. Ha Sister Xuan gets really… um… playful once she gets comfortable with people. She never mentioned that incident to me afterward, so I had no idea it happened. Lu Kai and I are still colleagues, so there’s no awkwardness.

Li Jiaru nodded in relief. Mm-hmm, that’s good to hear.

She still felt she had handled the situation poorly, almost putting Lu Kai in an embarrassing position. Sigh.

But Wei Xiao, do you really have a boyfriend? Li Jiaru asked, her voice tinged with doubt. I’ve never heard you mention him, or seen him pick you up. Or is this just an excuse because you don’t like Lu Kai?

Shen Weixiao chuckled. I’ve always had someone I like. Besides, when you asked if I was seeing anyone, I didn’t even know you were planning to set me up. Why would I make up an excuse? Right? She paused, then added, Alright, Sister Jiaru, be careful on your way home. See you tomorrow.

Li Jiaru, having received a definitive answer, couldn’t help but feel suspicious, but she had no choice but to hang up.

Shen Weixiao flopped onto her bed, staring blankly at the darkness outside the window. Bored, she tossed and turned, unwilling to check her phone or go out to watch TV and chat. After drawing the curtains, she suddenly remembered that the anime she’d been following should have updated. So, she stayed up late, turned on her computer, and decided to browse videos.

Accustomed to opening a document before visiting websites, Shen Weixiao absentmindedly opened a row of tabs. Amused, she reopened Bilibili and immediately noticed a prominent banner on the right side of the page Third Annual Matchstick Man Confession Contest. The charming, chibi-style cover drew her in, and she clicked to view the detailed contest rules and registration options. Scrolling down, she saw participants’ self-submitted titles and categories, ranked by popularity. The third entry featured Lao Xue’s name, his fans already bestowing the halo of an idol upon him.

Sister is actually entering this competition? Shen Weixiao clicked on the link to investigate the organizers, and her eyes widened in shock as she read. Sister’s about to blow up! It was a national original video competition themed around stick figures, with preliminary rounds, semi-finals, and final rounds lasting ten, five, and three minutes respectively. Each set of three videos had to use the same source material but explore different emotional themes and storylines.

This looks really hard, Shen Weixiao thought, stroking her chin. She suddenly forgot why she had opened the website in the first place and eagerly selected Lao Xue’s name in the prediction section. Just as she was about to submit, she noticed it was a multiple-choice question with two more slots available. She quickly added Sai Baiyao and Feitu, two other content creators—one known for his lyrical style and the other for his chaotic, meme-filled videos. Shen Weixiao was buzzing with anticipation.

After spending half the day browsing the site, Shen Weixiao finally remembered her original purpose. She eagerly opened the videos, only to find them less impressive than Lao Xue’s casual one-minute edits. After a moment’s thought, she navigated to Lao Xue’s channel and was stunned to see that the comments section of her videos was flooded with her own name!

Red, yellow, blue, and green—each color had its own faction, each arguing its own point.

Master Xue, is that ancient poem really yours? Are you seriously writing pure romance on Green Station?

White Eye Master Xue could get readers with just a word. What’s Red Letter even guessing at?

Confess to the creator!

Spectators Intense spectating!

Heard the ancient poem is by the creator? Came from Weibo. Creator’s videos are great!

Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! Coins and support!

Who wrote the ancient poem?! We demand the truth!

Shen Weixiao’s eyes were dazzled by the barrage of comments. Awoo When did I become the ancient poem again? She pouted. I spent ages coming up with that pen name! ‘Spring Sleep Unaware of Dawn’—so poetic! Hmph, no taste.

But… Shen Weixiao glanced sideways, her eyes narrowing. Master Xue—that title is so badass! I was the first one to start calling her that. If Shi Xuan ever revealed her face, she’d blow everyone away! 23333

Having stayed up late for quite a while, Shen Weixiao’s eyelids grew heavy. Yawning repeatedly, she was finally sealed by her bed.