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

Jin Bao'er lay in bed, thinking about how good Zhao Yuheng was.

This straight man seems a bit different.

She was being a little too nice to him.

He knew he absolutely couldn't touch a straight man.

Therefore, there is absolutely no way he could fall in love with Zhao Yuheng.

Even if you really fall in love, you have to keep it to yourself!

Anyway, right now we're just in a state of having a good impression of each other.

Let's just appreciate the beauty.

With that thought in mind, Jin Bao'er fell asleep.

The next morning, the two went to the cafeteria for breakfast together.

Zhao Yuheng saw that Jin Bao'er was only eating a steamed bun, while there were two steamers of xiaolongbao and two cups of soy milk on his table.

"Won't you choke if you eat it dry?"

Zhao Yuheng asked.

"No, I feel choked just looking at it."

After Zhao Yuheng finished speaking, he handed over his cup of Joyoung soy milk.

He wanted to treat Jin Bao'er to breakfast, but felt that she might have a strong sense of pride, so he could only proceed gradually.

If Jin Bao'er knew, he would definitely scream in his heart.

Please, bro, shower me with money!

That's right, Jin Bao'er is a greedy and lustful little rascal.

Don't be fooled by his refined and polite demeanor in front of others; he's actually quite a brooding person.

Of course, he's also a bit of a penny-pincher.

After all, he had been short of money for the first twenty years of his life.

Jin Bao'er took a sip of the Joyoung soy milk that Heng Ge handed her.

It's sweet and warm.

Today is a class meeting.

The counselor explained the start of the semester in the lecture hall.

They even mentioned postgraduate entrance exams, saying that the job market is fierce now and those who want to prepare for the exams should start preparing in advance, otherwise they will be caught off guard.

Of course, most people just listened casually and didn't pay much attention.

After explaining the precautions, the election for class officers began.

Jin Bao'er listened attentively to the counselor speaking on the podium.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuheng, who was sitting next to him, was slumped over the table, wearing white Bluetooth headphones, and idly scrolling through videos.

Jin Bao'er glanced at him every now and then and noticed that he had been scrolling through several videos of attractive women, the kind with big breasts and curvy hips.

Jin Bao'er secretly rolled her eyes in her mind.

Are all straight men like this?

Zhao Yuheng seemed to notice Jin Bao'er's unfriendly gaze, turned his head, and looked at him with his big, puppy-dog eyes.

"Let's watch it together."

Without asking any questions or saying anything extra, he simply placed his phone between the two of them and continued watching videos of beautiful women without any hesitation.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

……

The election for class officers will be held soon.

The counselors were assigned one position at a time.

First, the class monitor, whoever is willing, goes up on stage to introduce themselves, and then the voting takes place.

There were seven or eight people running for class monitor.

Of course, everyone's introductions were all somewhat hesitant and stumbling.

Ultimately, the person who received the most votes was the most beautiful and memorable.

Jin Bao'er wanted to find a casual job, which would be good for her future career advancement.

He inquired and found out that scholarships and similar awards depend on academic credits.

But asking him to go on stage and introduce himself in front of so many people was indeed a bit scary.

When he gets scared, he gets nervous and starts to tremble.

He was extremely nervous as it was about to be his turn to run for the position of psychology committee member.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yuheng sensed something was amiss and looked at him with concern.

"I'm a little nervous."

Zhao Yuheng glanced at the counselor on the podium, then turned to look at him: "Want to be the psychology representative?"

It looked like the counselor was about to say, "If no one runs, we'll just appoint someone directly."

Zhao Yuheng suddenly stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grabbed Jin Bao'er's right hand, and raised it high!

Zhao Yuheng held that hand in his palm, making it impossible for it to move.

"Teacher! Over here!"

Zhao Yuheng's voice was surprisingly loud, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly drowning out all the whispers in the classroom.

The whole class was stunned and turned to look at them.

Jin Bao'er turned pale with fright.

He froze as if he had been electrocuted.

He tried desperately to pull back, but Zhao Yuheng's iron-like hand held him firmly.

The counselor adjusted his glasses: "This student... are you the one who wants to run for office?"

"no!"

Zhao Yuheng roared in his loud voice.

Jin Bao'er had just breathed a sigh of relief when, a second later, Zhao Yuheng grabbed his hand and shook it as if he were holding up some trophy.

"It's him, Gan Jinbao!"

Jin Bao'er was so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground. He tried to stand up and explain, but Zhao Yuheng held his shoulders down, making it impossible for him to get up.

"Gan Jinbao, do you want to run for office?"

The counselor asked with a smile.

Jin Bao'er blushed, opened her mouth, and whispered, "I...I want to..."

The classroom was too noisy; no one could hear it.

"Speak louder! Haven't you eaten?"

Zhao Yuheng, standing to the side, said sternly, sounding exasperated.

Jin Bao'er shuddered in fright, suddenly raised her head, and shouted with all her might.

"I think!"

After shouting that, he almost fainted.

Finally, Jin Bao'er shakily went on stage and gave a self-introduction.

Two more people then raised their hands to run for the position.

This self-introduction is also a form of campaigning.

The two students behind them also said that if they were to become the psychology representatives, they would definitely take it seriously and responsibly to solve problems for everyone.

Jin Bao'er realized she hadn't said that and felt a little annoyed.

Only Zhao Yuheng, who was standing next to her, was engrossed in playing on his phone, seemingly oblivious to Jin Bao'er's disappointment.

Just as the final vote was being cast, Jin Bao'er discovered that her votes were almost in the lead.

Of the 30 students in the class, almost two-thirds voted for him, while the other two only received single-digit votes.

"Okay, then appoint Gan Jinbao as the psychology committee member."

The counselor announced from the podium.

Jin Bao'er was dumbfounded.

Why?

He just thought his chances were slim, how come he's now far ahead?

It wasn't until he noticed that his classmates were looking at him and Zhao Yuheng differently, with expressions of amused curiosity, that he thoughtfully turned on his phone.

The class group chat was filled with notifications about claiming red envelopes.

Jin Bao'er didn't care who sent it and quickly clicked on it.

I managed to snag 30 yuan!

Then he noticed the person who sent the message: Grandpa doesn't eat celery (Zhao Yuheng).

The message reads: "Psychological counselor Gan Jinbao'er is treating everyone to milk tea."

The message was sent five minutes ago, which is when the vote was cast.

Jin Bao'er immediately turned her gaze to Zhao Yuheng.

His "big wolfhound" was grinning at him.

"Heng-ge, how much money did you make?"

If we calculate it at 30 yuan per person, given his style, he would definitely give it to 30 people, which would amount to at least 900 yuan.

That 900 yuan could be a month's living expenses.

Isn't it too much of a loss for him to do this for the sake of being a student counselor?

900 yuan!

"It's only 200 yuan, whatever makes you happy."

Is it really only 200 yuan?

Jin Bao'er dared not ask further.

He's afraid it really is 900 yuan.

So how should he face Zhao Yuheng?

He could pick up money and keep it for himself.

You can be frugal.

It's okay to be greedy for small gains.

But he's not the kind of person who can accept such great kindness from others without feeling guilty!