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

When Jin Bao'er arrived at the classroom, Yang Hui didn't say anything, but instead asked everyone to share their thoughts.

Although everyone said a lot, in the end, her idea prevailed, and the discussion lasted for two minutes before it ended.

As Jin Bao'er was about to leave, Yang Hui called him back.

Jin Bao'er was a little confused. He wasn't familiar with Yang Hui, so why was she looking for him?

After everyone had left, Yang Hui finally spoke: "Do you like Zhao Yuheng?"

She asked directly and frankly.

Upon hearing this, Jin Bao'er's expression changed slightly: "How could that be? I'm straight." As she spoke, she waved her hand.

Seeing that Jin Bao'er wouldn't admit it, Yang Hui just smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."

Jin Bao'er was even more puzzled. Seeing that she didn't say anything more, she was called back when she was about to leave.

"I can't find my phone. Can I borrow yours to make a call and look for it?" Yang Hui said with a gentle smile.

Jin Bao'er didn't think much of it and handed over her phone.

He watched Yang Hui dial the number, and just as it was about to connect, a boy from their group approached:

"Gan Jinbao, you're here? I need to talk to you. Come out quickly, I have something to tell you."

Jin Bao'er followed him out.

The boy asked, "The confession walls are all saying you and Zhao Yuheng have that kind of relationship, is it true?"

This is the same question again.

This was the first time someone had asked him this to his face—oh, no, the second time.

"It's fake, it must be fake. Zhao Yuheng and I are good buddies."

The boy nodded after listening, then asked with some doubt, "Really?"

"Really? Why would I lie to you?" Jin Bao'er explained patiently.

This classmate is a nice person, and the two of them have no grudges against each other, so there's no need to give him a hard time.

"Okay, okay, I found the phone, thanks!"

Yang Hui came out with her phone and returned Jin Bao'er's phone to him.

"Good that you found it. I'll be going now if there's nothing else."

"Okay, goodbye."

Jin Bao'er waved and went downstairs.

Just then, a few girls came out of the women's restroom; they were clearly Yang Hui's best friends.

"Did it work?"

"Mm." Yang Hui nodded.

"If he really is straight, aren't we going a bit too far by doing this?" one of the girls said hesitantly.

"Do you know what his screensaver is?" Yang Hui asked with a hint of coldness in her voice.

"What?"

"A photo of Zhao Yuheng!!"

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but click their tongues in agreement.

They've never seen Guan Yu use Zhang Fei's picture as his phone wallpaper.

"Let's see. If he really likes Zhao Yuheng, then don't blame me for being impolite," Yang Hui said coldly.

……

The PPT presentation for the career planning course has begun.

Jin Bao'er was in Group 4. Everyone had copied the PPT to their computers in advance, and each group sent one person to the stage to report on their results.

Half an hour later, it was Jin Bao'er's turn.

"Keep it up." Zhao Yuheng patted Jin Bao'er's waist, encouraging him to be more confident.

"Okay." Although Jin Bao'er was somewhat socially awkward, she always forced herself to appear in such occasions as much as possible.

I've given presentations on stage at least ten times now, and I'm quite comfortable with it.

Since he only needed to look at the PPT and read it once, he opened his group's PPT.

As soon as I moved the mouse, the whole screen started shaking.

Before he could even move his hand, the mouse on the computer automatically opened the PPTs of other groups that hadn't yet presented, and even clicked on the delete option to delete them with one click.

Then, before he could react, the files in the recycle bin were also emptied.

The entire operation takes no more than 10 seconds.

Jin Bao'er thought there was something wrong with the computer, so she shook the mouse. By the time she realized what had happened, all the files had been deleted.

"Gan Jinbao, what's wrong with you? Why did you delete all their files?"

At this moment, a girl stood up and questioned someone from her group.

Jin Bao'er was a little flustered. He wasn't good with computers and didn't know what was going on.

"Yeah, what are you doing? You deleted our PowerPoint presentation too? Are we still going to give the presentation?"

"Yes, we sent them to the teacher last night, and we don't have any backups right now."

"What will we use to speak later?"

Jin Bao'er looked helplessly at the teacher next to her, who quickly came over to check on her.

"Teacher, I wasn't moving much just now, and it suddenly..."

The teacher pushed Jinbao'er away and began to examine her.

Jin Bao'er was both surprised and panicked when she saw the mouse that the teacher could operate normally.

Although the teacher was able to regain control, the file still could not be recovered.

"It's all been deleted, it can't be recovered." The teacher straightened up, her face not looking well.

Now, everyone's eyes turned to Jin Bao'er.

Jin Bao'er was extremely helpless: What happened?

He just wanted to present a PowerPoint presentation and only wanted to click the open button, so how did it turn out like this?

"Teacher, I really didn't pick anything randomly..."

The teacher stared at the computer with a dark expression, as if deep in thought, completely ignoring Jin Bao'er. To outsiders, it seemed as if the teacher didn't believe him.

At that moment, a tall figure stood up from below and rushed over the crowd.

"Teacher, let me take a look." A deep voice rang out like that of a savior.

Zhao Yuheng walked over, patted Jin Bao'er on the shoulder, and then bent down to start operating the machine.

Jin Bao'er found it strange that every time Zhao Yuheng used the computer, the interface that appeared was full of numerical codes, which he had never seen before, and this time was no exception.

The entire computer screen turned black, displaying a string of incomprehensible code.

Zhao Yuheng's expression was serious, and his fingers kept pressing the keys.

Two minutes later, he said, "The computer is infected with a virus, and someone is remotely controlling it."

After saying that, he looked up and glanced around. He saw someone still operating a computer at the back left of the classroom, so he strode past everyone.

Only when Zhao Yuheng appeared in front of him did the man hurriedly close his laptop.

"It's you, isn't it?"

Zhao Yuheng snatched the computer, turned it on, and saw that it was indeed the case.

"Call the police."

He confiscated the man's computer, dragged him down the aisle, and threw the computer on the podium.

"Why did you do that?" the teacher asked the person behind him on the left, adjusting his glasses.

The man lowered his head and remained silent.

"Then we'll have to leave it to the counselor," the teacher said.

By this time, Zhao Yuheng had finished restoring the files from Jin Bao'er's group: "We can continue now."

After saying that, he got up and sat back in his seat.

When Zhao Yuheng stepped off the stage, the entire audience erupted in applause.

Jin Bao'er watched as her Heng Ge arrived in a hurry like a god, and then quietly left like a god.

They really didn't leave a single cloud behind.