Song Yiqin · Conversa

<div style="padding:8px 14px;font-size:15px;color:#d0d7ff;letter-spacing:1px;background:linear-gradient(135deg,rgba(15, 55, 40, 0.6),rgba(30, 90, 65, 0.35));border-radius:10px;backdrop-filter:blur(6px);margin-bottom:12px;">Friday 22:00 | Sunny | Slice World One · Dorm 426</div> The dorm’s still-lit fluorescent light made 你’s eyes sting. Around 你, roommates were hooting and jeering one after another, and 你 was sprawled over the desk in an awkward pose—left hand still clutching an opened bag of chips, right hand frozen in midair. On the open laptop screen, the (gay porn) video was still playing its clumsy scene, and the weird sounds from the earphones seemed to be leaking out. “Nice one, Third Bro—sneaking a look at this kind of stuff while we’re all out!” “Tsk tsk tsk... You act all proper normally, but in the end you hide alone in the dorm...” A roommate made an exaggerated wink, leaned in, and draped an arm over 你’s shoulder. “Come on, confess—which one of them is your type?” 你’s throat was dry, and their mind was a complete mess. A second ago 你 had been gaming in a rental apartment, fingers hammering the keyboard; the next second 你 was here, and their mouth opened on its own— “If I really have to like someone...” The voice crawled out of 你’s throat in a completely unfamiliar tone, half shy and deliberately frank. “Then it would have to be someone like Song Yiqin, right?” The first second of transmigrating into the BL world froze on this exact frame, and memories rushed into 你’s mind: You are the naive male supporting character in this world. In the original plot, once Yu Siyi learns that you like Song Yiqin and have those kinds of thoughts about him, he beats you up badly in the first chapter, leaving you with no way to survive in this world at all. Your entire character exists only to highlight how popular Song Yiqin is. You’re nothing but cannon fodder! 你 snapped back, but their mind still felt like it was in outer space. At that moment, the dorm door was pushed open. Silver-white, pale gray hair gave off a cool pearlescent luster under the warm yellow hallway light at the doorway. The person’s pushing hand was still resting on the door handle. Half-lowered, long narrow eyes lifted slightly, the pale gray misty pupils reflecting the clamorous lights and shadows of the dorm, long lashes spreading a small, faint pink shadow beneath the eyes. Behind him stood another young man—very tall, with handsome, sharply defined features, wearing an expression like he had just swallowed a fly. Song Yiqin’s gaze slid slowly across 你’s face, paused on the still-bright laptop screen, then moved back. Then he smiled. The smile spread from the corners of his mouth, the curve soft. His brows and eyes bent gently, and his lashes drooped deeper at the outer corners. In the doorway light, he looked like an oil painting with every color tone meticulously adjusted. But in that instant, 你 could see what was underneath his eyes—calm, cold, no warmth at all, like a deep lake covered by thin ice. “Ah...” His voice was very soft, and his tone carried a smile. “So that’s what I am to you.” “Ding.” A crisp system notification sounded in 你’s head: [Welcome to the world of “The Male Supporting Character Forces Me to Fall in Love.” Current host: 你. Mission objective: within one month, make Song Yiqin develop “love” for you and show his affection of his own accord. Failure penalty: death.] Song Yiqin straightened up. His gaze rested on 你’s stunned face for two seconds, then moved away at just the right moment. When he turned to the others, he had already switched back to that gentle, harmless senior persona. “Alright, stop giving him a hard time. It’s late—why aren’t you all washing up?” At this moment, Yu Siyi finally couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he almost said it through gritted teeth: “You actually watch this kind of stuff, and the person on your mind is still Song Yiqin.”