The Professor Male Lead (2)

Lance carried a little backpack. His one hand holding it and the other pointing here and there to let Arthur know what these or those were.

The tall sturdy Arthur, on the other hand, carried a big suitcase and a bag on his other hand.

"Yo, Lancelot, you don't need to worry about burglary while having your new roommate over!"

A neighbour from the apartment above them had come down, Michael saw Arthur's indifferent expression and laughed.

"Go away, you drunk bastard. This is my precious roommate!' Lance scolded Michael jokingly.

Fortunately, he had somewhat received Lancelot's memory after the age of 10.

"Haha..later, neighbours!" Michael said as he walked away soon.

"Arthy, from now on, this will be your new home."

Lance opened Arthur's new room door and led him around inside but he soon stopped and looked back at Arthur.

"It's our home now!" Lance corrected himself. 

Arthur's sighed in his heart. That's right. He was not living alone anymore. He had an annoying and loud roommate now.

"Are there any rules I need to abide by?"

"What are you talking about? Come on, let's unpack your stuff first!"

Arthur asked for confirmation only, it wasn't his house and this place wasn't cheap either.

Arthur had applied for a few days of leave so he currently still had time.

The government's welfare wasn't bad but the house he bought on loan wasn't that large either.

Previously, he even thought it was quite spacious after living almost half of his life in the school dormitories in his school days. 

Now he was pleased that there was enough space to live in this apartment.

Arthur thought with a serious face.

If Lance knew that this was Arthur's happy face, his jaw would drop off his face.

After separating Arthur's clothes, shoes and even his sixty-two extra pairs of glasses, the evening had gradually turned night.

Lance opened the fridge and found only a few beer bottles and some raw meat left over and felt a bit embarrassed.

He used to eat very roughly and would always deal eat takeaways while keeping tabs on his detective work.

Rarely even cooking at home so his cooking skills were very bad.

"Arthy, why don't we have pizza to celebrate, I will pay so don't say no."

In reality, Lance was just embarrassed to say he didn't have the skill to cook.

Arthur felt that he had already encountered a challenge on the first day of living with a noisy roommate.

Arthur placed his head over Lance's shoulder to look at the fridge and made some calculations in his heart.

"I need to eat less of the food outside due to my cardiovascular condition."

That's true. Lance sighed, the Author had given the male lead such conditions to make the female lead's cooking skills shine.

"Husband, this wife isn't talented enough to cook for you, what a pity…"

Lance flirted jokingly. In his heart, he was thinking, looks like he needs to learn cooking.

 There was no better way to get on someone's good side faster than feeding them food!

Husband? Wife?

Cough.

Fuck. Arthur felt that he was back to being a teenager for not understanding such a simple joke between men.

He looked at Lance's smiling eyes and laughter and gave himself an imaginary big slap for suddenly thinking that his roommate was flirting with him.

"Alright. Since the precious wife can't cook. Husband will cook for you."

Arthur pulled his sleeves up and ready to cook.

Arthur didn't know how to cook fancy dishes but he knew how to cook for himself. 

The two people simply worked together, with Arthur cooking and Lance setting up the tables. 

Lance commented inside, how he wished he could find a chef boyfriend with Arthur's handsome face.

After eating and drinking some alcohol, it was already close to 11 pm.

Lance rubbed his eyes.

The only part that sucks about being in this body was this. This body's alcohol tolerance was low. 

Lance felt that his whole body was stuffy and hot so he planned to take a bath first before sleeping.

"Arthy, I'm going to take a bath!"

He didn't pause to know whether Arthur heard it or not as Lance hastily ran into the washroom.

"Lance, I have done the dishes-." Arthur had just finished washing the dishes as he  walked out of the kitchen.