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

Looking back now, all those embarrassing things that made him want to die pale in comparison to this incident.

There were more than 200 people in the entire staircase.

My secret was thus placed in a place where everyone in class could see it.

It's like being stripped naked and placed on a stage for others to admire.

It was so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing. He didn't know how he could stay at this school anymore.

"Alright, everyone, stop watching and disperse."

The counselor greeted them in a calm voice.

But the students sitting below the stage didn't move either, craning their necks, waiting to see what would happen.

Some people even started whispering among themselves.

"I knew something was definitely going on between them."

"But didn't Zhao Yuheng say he feels like vomiting whenever he sees homosexuals?"

"Then there's only one possibility: he's obviously a sissy, so it's normal for him to like straight men."

"That's right, muscular men like Zhao Yuheng are very popular in their group."

"Many henpecked men like him like to stick their butts out and wait for someone to come along."

The speaker's voice grew increasingly unpleasant, like a poisoned needle piercing Jin Bao'er's heart.

Jin Bao'er couldn't help but close her eyes, her fingertips gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, leaving wrinkles.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Get out of here, or if I hear you uttering any more rubbish, you'll be in for a bad grade."

The counselor also started to get angry, and sternly reprimanded the students in the front row who were gossiping.

Upon hearing the word "demerit" and the counselor's anger, everyone fell silent, yet remained motionless, staring intently at Jin Bao'er, who was still standing there, stunned.

They wanted to see what Jin Bao'er was going to do.

The male lead has already run away, what else is there for him to say?

Jin Bao'er's mind was truly blank.

He once said that having Zhao Yuheng meant having the world.

But his world has gone astray.

What else can he do?

Just then, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.

Tall and imposing, with strong features, he looked exactly like the person in my memory.

The figure's gaze swept across the crowd, landing immediately on Jin Bao'er.

Then it ran straight towards him, creating a gust of wind.

Jin Bao'er's heart skipped a beat, as if a withered tree had come back to life, and was instantly filled with burning hope.

He even forgot to breathe, his eyes lit up, and he looked over with a joyful expression.

But when he could see the person's face clearly, the light was suddenly extinguished, and the smile that was about to appear on his lips froze and fell.

The joy in his eyes faded visibly, leaving only a sudden and unexpected sense of loss.

"Let's go, don't just stand there."

He's the boss.

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, he strode forward, grabbed Jin Bao'er's forearm, and started walking.

Jin Bao'er could feel countless people staring at her from behind with cold eyes, like needles pricking her back.

But someone grabbed his arm, the warmth of their palm felt real, as if giving him a bit of strength.

This will enable him to follow in the footsteps of the leader.

The eldest brother didn't say anything, and pulled Jinbao back to the dormitory.

Jin Bao'er stood frozen at the dormitory entrance, her steps heavy as lead, too afraid to go in.

"Go in."

After the eldest brother finished speaking, he pushed the door open.

Jin Bao'er looked into the dormitory. The quilt on the upper bunk was folded neatly, but she didn't see Zhao Yuheng.

I felt a little disappointed, but also a strange sense of relaxation.

Finally, with his head down, he slowly walked in.

He took off his shoes, didn't wash his feet or face, lifted the quilt and crawled inside, wrapping himself up tightly in a cocoon.

Lights out, and then midnight, but Zhao Yuheng still hadn't returned.

The eldest brother got out of bed to urinate, and by the moonlight coming in through the window, he saw that Jin Bao'er was completely wrapped up in the quilt.

"What's wrong with Jinbao? Where did Lao San go again? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

After finishing his game, the second student took off his headphones and realized that the dormitory was unusually quiet.

Do these two usually have to fight for a long time before they'll obediently go to sleep?

I only discovered today that one person was lying under the covers, while the other person was nowhere to be found.

The eldest brother simply shook his head and said nothing.

"Is Jinbao'er alright?"

The eldest brother couldn't bear it in the end, so he stepped forward and gently patted Jin Bao'er on the back.

Until he saw the blanket still twitching slightly, the movement was small, but each twitch gripped his heart.

He pulled back Jin Bao'er's blanket.

In the darkness, he couldn't see anything, only hear a soft, choked sob through his nose.

He seemed to have thought of something again, and touched the bed sheet below Jin Bao'er's face with one hand.

Great, it's all wet now.

The eldest brother seemed to have stumbled upon some unspeakable secret, and his heart felt heavy.

"You continue."

After saying that, she covered herself with the blanket again, her movements so gentle as if she were afraid of disturbing something.

The eldest brother was so frightened that he quickly shrank back onto the bed, turned over, and sighed at the wall.

The second son was a little confused, scratched his head, and didn't ask any more questions.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuheng spent the entire night in the billiards hall.

He played billiards alone there all night, the "thump-thump" of the cue hitting the ball echoing endlessly in the empty hall.

Even the owner couldn't help but step forward, rubbing his hands together and begging him to be gentle, afraid that he would smash the pool table.

Zhao Yuheng's face darkened, and he mumbled an "okay" in response, but the force in his hands remained excessive.

It wasn't until the tenth time that the boss came up and cautiously reminded him.

Zhao Yuheng looked up and glared at him fiercely, his eyes almost overflowing with hostility.

Zhao Yuheng: "If I break it, I'll pay you back, okay?"

The voice was deep and cold, which frightened the shop owner so much that he quickly sat back down at the counter, looked down at his phone, and dared not say another word.

That night, none of the four people in room 402 slept well, each lost in their own thoughts.

……

The next day, Jin Bao'er still got up early.

He looked up at the upper bunk; it was empty, devoid of any human presence.

After washing up, he went straight to the classroom, his steps as slow as if he were dragging a thousand-pound chain.

Zhao Yuheng didn't come to the first class either.

Unfortunately, the teacher is going to take attendance today, which is unprecedented for the teacher.

They were just taking attendance, but of all people, they ended up drawing Zhao Yuheng.

"Zhao Yuheng!"

The classroom fell silent for a moment after the teacher finished speaking.

Has Zhao Yuheng arrived?

The teacher called out again, his gaze sweeping across the entire class.

"Zhao Yuheng!"

The third time, the voice carried a hint of impatience.

As soon as Zhao Yuheng's name was mentioned, everyone's eyes turned to Jin Bao'er, with expressions of curiosity, mockery, and anticipation for a good show.

It was as if he knew exactly where Zhao Yuheng had gone.

Every sentence the teacher read aloud felt like a knife being plunged into his heart.

The pain was excruciating, so intense that he could barely breathe.

And so, the teacher put a big X in the column for Zhao Yuheng's name.

Absence will result in a deduction of one point.

The attendance score is only 5 points in total.

If you're late five times, you're out.

Just finished class.

Someone walked up to Jin Bao'er and blocked the light in front of him.

The person who came was Yang Hui, the class monitor who provided the screenshot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Yang Hui had a slight, mocking smile on her lips, and her tone was light and airy, without the slightest hint of apology.

Jin Bao'er looked up at her.

Because he had cried all night, his eyes were still red and swollen like a rabbit's, but he was no longer as docile as before.

"Do you think you're trampling on my kindness? You're trampling on your own conscience."

Jin Bao'er sat there, looking up at her with her back straight.

But it has no hint of servility; on the contrary, it carries a sense of provocation, composure, and unquestionable confidence.

Jin Bao'er thought about it all night.

How could he possibly have such a screenshot? And how could he possibly have sent such a message?

The only possibility is that someone used his WeChat account to send it.

However, after thinking it over, he realized that the only people who had ever touched his phone, besides Zhao Yuheng, were Yang Hui.

That day, Yang Hui borrowed her phone to make a call.

He was even called out by other classmates.

What she did in those two minutes, only she knows.

It's certain that the message was sent using their own phone, and then the chat history was cleared.

That's a pretty clever method.

Upon hearing this, Yang Hui's smile froze for a moment, then turned into a cold laugh.

Her clenched fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh, betrayed her barely concealed tension and her anger.

"Let me tell you, if you like men, then like your men properly, and don't get involved with those you shouldn't have."

Yang Hui snorted coldly and strode away, her back view carrying a disheveled and menacing air.

Jin Bao'er then glanced around at the gazes directed at her.

At that moment, he didn't flinch, he wasn't afraid, he just glared back.

His eyes held a stubborn determination, as if he had nothing to lose.

What's wrong with liking someone?

Different people have different preferences when it comes to radishes and cabbages.

There is no need for me to be inferior to others.