Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

Zhao Yuheng, who was scrolling through videos, paused for a moment on the screen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Jinbao next to me had his eyes open, but his gaze was vacant, clearly indicating that he wasn't in the mood to listen to the lesson.

He sensed something was wrong, so he put away his phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Jinbao.

Grandpa doesn't eat celery: What's wrong, Bao'er?

Bao'er: It's okay, Heng-ge.

Grandpa doesn't eat celery: To be honest.

Zhao Yuheng stared at those three words, his brows furrowing slightly.

Seeing that Jin Bao'er was still pretending to look at the blackboard.

A large, bony hand crossed the aisle.

He grabbed Jin Bao'er's wrist, which was under the table.

His burning fingertips pressed against Jinbao's slightly cool pulse.

He leaned forward, slowly moving closer, lowering his voice so that his breath almost brushed against Jinbao's ear.

"Speak."

The voice carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Jinbao trembled at Zhao Yuheng's sudden approach.

He shrank his neck a little uncomfortably.

"I'll talk to you, I'll talk to you. Please move over a little; this is a class."

He glanced guiltily at the teacher on the podium, trying to pull his hand away, but the teacher gripped it even tighter.

Zhao Yuheng raised an eyebrow in satisfaction and sat back down in his original seat.

But his hand didn't immediately let go; it just rested loosely on his arm.

Then he saw Jin Bao'er typing rapidly on her phone.

A reply came quickly, and Jinbao tearfully recounted how he had been scammed when buying the novel course.

After reading it, Zhao Yuheng was unsure whether to be angry or helpless.

A smile with an enigmatic meaning curled at the corner of his lips, and his fingertips gently caressed the back of Jinbao's hand twice.

"You really want to write a novel?"

After a long while, Jin Bao'er thought Zhao Yuheng would scold her for being stupid and trying to take shortcuts, just like he always did.

If his aunt finds out he was scammed out of 500 yuan, she'll definitely give him a good scolding.

But then Heng asked this question, and he noticed a rare seriousness in Heng's eyes.

Bao'er: Yes, besides treating it as a part-time job, I really enjoy writing novels.

It feels like the protagonist's fate is entirely in his own hands. What kind of people he encounters, what kind of things happen to him, and what the future holds are all completely within his control.

At the same time, you can also put yourself in their shoes and experience the love, hate, and grudges between them.

Before she knew it, Jin Bao'er had sent so many messages, as if she was opening up her inner world to Zhao Yuheng.

Heng Ge: Okay, I understand.

Then Zhao Yuheng didn't reply, but simply took Jinbao's hand in return.

She gently squeezed his palm, as if to comfort him, before continuing to watch his videos.

Jin Bao'er looked at that broad, warm hand and felt a pang of disappointment.

That's it?

Aren't you going to offer some comfort?

Why don't you just throw your money at yourself?

It's one thing if he doesn't accept it, but it's another thing if the other party doesn't give it to him.

Humans are just so greedy.

Jinbao didn't sleep last night, and after the initial feeling of being wronged passed, sleepiness suddenly overcame him.

He slumped onto the desk and, surprisingly, fell asleep in class for the first time.

Its head bobbed up and down, like a sleepy chick.

When he woke up, it was already break time. He looked around and saw Zhao Yuheng making a phone call in the stairwell, looking serious.

He rubbed his eyes and prepared to open the book for a glance.

On the other end of the line, Zhao Yuheng's tone softened unusually on the phone: "Hey, old man, can you do me a favor for your youngest son?"

Zhao Yuheng usually doesn't ask his father for favors; he goes directly to his mother.

Because if Mom agrees to something, Dad will definitely agree to it too.

But Mom doesn't need to worry about this; I'm sure Dad will agree.

"Do you want a ticket to the Silver Heart Writers' Exchange Meeting?"

The person on the other end of the phone said, "Where am I supposed to get that for you?"

"Old man, please do me a favor."

"I may be rich, but I'm not a god."

"Old man, I'm begging you."

Zhao Yuheng spoke in a rare low voice, even with a hint of coquetry.

Zhao's father on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.

His youngest son is fearless and taller than him. Every time he scolds him, he has to hold his head high, which immediately diminishes his imposing presence.

It's unusual for me to be so humble and beg myself like this today.

"Alright, I'll figure something out."

After finishing his sentence, Zhao's father was about to hang up the phone when Zhao Yuheng interrupted him.

"Old man, could you do me another favor and find a reliable introducer? Otherwise, if we go in and nobody pays any attention to us, it'll be a wasted trip."

"Get lost! I don't have the ability to find you someone with such prestige. I don't."

After saying that, Zhao's father hung up the phone.

Before Zhao Yuheng could continue pleading, he sighed helplessly.

He just promised Jinbao'er, and it would be so embarrassing if he couldn't keep his promise.

Of course, I'll try calling my mom again tonight.

After class, as the two were about to go to the cafeteria for lunch, Zhao Yuheng's phone rang.

"On Saturday, just go to that exchange center and find someone named Liu Hai. I've sent you the address on WeChat."

It was a call from Zhao's father.

"Thank you, old man."

Zhao Yuheng was surprised by his father's efficiency; he got it done in just an hour and a half.

"Hmph, you better hurry up and find me a good daughter-in-law, or don't bother coming home this year."

After saying that, the phone was hung up.

Zhao Yuheng smiled helplessly as he heard the busy tone.

His father is such a traditional old-fashioned man. He didn't allow him to date in high school, and started pressuring him to get married as soon as he entered college. He's really old-fashioned.

Jin Bao'er waited quietly beside Zhao Yuheng until he finished his call.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Zhao Yuheng's expression changed immediately. He then smugly and enthusiastically pulled him close.

"I always said you're lucky to have met your brother Heng. He'll make sure you live a life of wealth and luxury from now on."

Zhao Yuheng raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled with a roguish air.

Upon hearing this, Jinbao seemed to sense that something good was about to happen. His eyes instantly lit up like two black grapes, and he looked up at him expectantly.

Seeing Jin Bao'er's obedient yet eager appearance.

Zhao Yuheng couldn't keep up the act any longer. He affectionately ruffled the back of Zhao Yuheng's head with his large hand and quickly spoke.

"There's a pretty famous writers' exchange conference going to be held in northern Beijing this Saturday. Do you want to go?"

Jinbao heard that it was a nationally renowned writers' exchange conference and hesitated, wondering if someone as insignificant as him could attend.

Zhao Yuheng noticed his embarrassment, puffed out his muscular chest, and continued, "Don't worry, who is your brother Heng? I'll definitely be able to get you talking to capable people."

Zhao Yuheng looked proud, as if accomplishing this task was even more impressive than getting a perfect score on a test.

Jin Bao'er was completely stunned.

Is this what boyfriend material looks like?

Or is it the power of money?

Sure enough, by clinging to Heng Ge's coattails, becoming a god is just around the corner!

"Heng-ge!"

Jinbao suddenly hugged Zhao Yuheng, like a little puppy begging for food, burying his face into Zhao Yuheng's chest and rubbing against his hard muscles.

"Heng-ge, you're like my own brother. I'll follow you for the rest of my life."

Zhao Yuheng was taken aback by Jin Bao'er's excited and enthusiastic actions. His body stiffened slightly, and then he smiled helplessly.

Jin Bao'er, who is usually reserved and introverted, rarely takes the initiative like this.

He gently patted Jinbao's soft back, his voice deep and magnetic.

"It's okay, don't worry. From now on, you'll be with me. If I have a bowl of soup to drink, you'll have a bowl to wash."

Jin Bao'er: "..."

He lifted his head from Zhao Yuheng's arms, his lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle on them.

She stared at the unromantic man with disbelief.