My Roommate Is Actually A Writer

Everything started during the first year of our college. I met him when my friends and I are playing basketball near the track and field. I am a starting player on our basketball team. We were playing when suddenly, a woman approached me during our water break.

"U-uhm... you can have this!" the woman said as she handed me a water bottle and a face towel. Her face is so red in embarrassment and she was averting her gaze from me.

My teammates heard her voice and they turned. They hooted and whistled at us while grinning widely. Some of them are suggestively winking at me before they hid. This is clearly a confession scene.

I secretly rolled my eyes at them before I turned to her. She has short hair in pigtails, making her look cute. She is also tall and wears a blouse and a skirt that perfectly hugged her body. She's definitely popular. He had heard of her.

She's Fen Xinxin. She graduated from a famous all-girls school and was chased by many men. Because of her pure looks, many wanted to befriend her. With her kind temperament, many girls befriended her. She's the perfect model for a leading female character.

I opened my mouth and was just about to reject her when suddenly, I felt a gaze on me. I raised my head and followed it. My eyes met a pair of crystal brown eyes that looked so warm and bright. Behind the clean lenses, those eyes are so clear, making their owner have an innocent expression.

Their owner is none other than a young man. He was sitting on the bleachers and had a laptop on his lap while a bluetooth headphone was on his head. His hair is longer than usual, making him appear gloomy and dull. However, he cannot mistake those eyes.

Why is he staring at me? It was my first thought. My second thought is that, was he really staring at me? I saw his clear eyes look blank. He's staring at me... blankly. I concluded. Why? I asked myself.

"U-uhm... Lan Xing?" I heard the woman call me. She got back my attention.

I hesitantly broke my gaze from the young man and turned to her, only to see her turn to the young man. She must have seen me looking at the young man earlier.

"It's Hong Yue." she said.

"'Hong Yue'?" I asked.

"Yes. He's a late enrollee in our class." She answered. "He just arrived today. We met him in the administration building." she explained.

"... is there any particular thing about him?" I asked.

"He's handsome." she immediately answered.

"..." I stared at her. Women... I thought.

She laughed when she saw me becoming speechless. "Actually, I heard rumors about him." she said.

"What rumors?" I asked. My curiosity was piqued.

She stared at me for a long time before she spoke. "... you can't be also interested in him?" she asked me.

"... 'also'?" I asked when I noticed the keyword.

"Many men and women immediately likes him when they saw him earlier. Obviously, because of his face." she said and grinned.

Humans are vain creatures. They like beautiful things – especially beautiful people. Behind that eyeglasses and his hair covering his face, Hong Yue's beauty cannot be denied.

"However, he is a silent person." She continued. "Some people suspect he's a mute. He also carries a laptop." She said. "When he answers the people's question, he would direct his laptop's screen at them and everyone would see his answer on a blank page of paper." she explained.

"Oh." I just said. He's definitely a mute. I thought.

She raised her brows seeing my indifferent expression. "I heard he'll also be your roommate." she told me.

"..." I didn't expect to be told of the news I should be the first to know.

"They said he was kicked out from his previous university after three days since he enrolled." she said.

"..." I didn't ask for that.

"It's because he stayed up late at night and was caught violating the rules. They also said he must be a pervert since he watched porn." she added.

"..." Is this a valid reason to kick out someone? I thought. Poor guy.

"Then, some said he's Dracula's descendant." she whispered to him in a low voice. "Look at that pale skin!" she told me as she looked at Hong Yue who already retracted his gaze and started to type on his laptop.

"..." you're already a grown-up but you still believe in Dracula? I thought and heaved a sigh. "Thank you for telling me. I appreciate it." I told her.

"Will you kindly appreciate this water bottle?" she asked and handed me the water bottle I didn't receive earlier.

"... no love potion?" I asked.

She smiled. "This towel, too." she added.

Don't ignore my question. I thought and sighed in resignation. Women are very persistent. "... thank you." I told her before I finally accepted the water bottle and the towel. When she left, my teammates went out of their hiding and gathered around me. Before they could speak, I said. "Are we still playing?" I asked them.

"..." them who hadn't been given a chance to breathe for a second. They immediately ran away, whispering to each other. It's definitely about me and Fen Xinxin.

I opened the water bottle and wiped my face with the towel. My gaze wandered to where Hong Yue is, only to see he was already gone. "..." I almost choked on the water. Could he really be Dracula's descendant? He was gone fast. I thought before I placed the water bottle and the towel beside my backpack and then left to resume playing with my teammates.

I am Lan Xing - a first year at Shuihua University and a basketball athlete. Not long after the opening of our classes, our class received a transfer student and I will become roommates with him. People say he's scary after they heard he was kicked out from his previous university because he always stays up very late in the night and was caught. They also said he's a pervert because it's definitely porn he's watching at night. He was also said to be a descendant of Dracula because he looked pale and gloomy and he never talks. (Not to mention his dark clothes)

When I would start living with him, I will find that the rumors are wrong. He's just an internet addict. He likes anime. And he isn't Dracula's son or grandson since his skin is naturally pale because he never goes out of his room. I will also discover something as I live with him: I like him, in a romantic sense.