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

That evening, Jin Bao'er returned to her dormitory and found Zhao Yuheng lying on her bed.

Jin Bao'er is used to it.

Zhao Yuheng found climbing to the upper bunk troublesome and always preferred to stay on his lower bunk.

Even when Jinbaoer came, she didn't move, just sprawled out playing on her phone.

Jin Bao'er didn't chase him away, and sat quietly beside him.

"By the way, how's your scholarship application going? I heard a few days ago that you ran for it."

While rapidly operating his phone, Zhao Yuheng asked casually.

"We won first place."

Jin Bao'er picked up the charger and plugged in her phone.

"Then we don't need to eat the discounted meal."

Zhao Yuheng didn't want to mention that awful discounted meal at all.

There were hardly any meat dishes each day, mostly vegetables, in small portions, and the flavor was bland, like what monks ate.

He felt that Jin Bao'er would be even thinner if he didn't always give her extra food.

"Um……"

Zhao Yuheng noticed the hesitation in his tone and frowned.

"What are you 'uh'ing about? Just say what you have to say."

He encountered some bad teammates while playing games, and he was inexplicably irritable.

"I simply gave it to someone else."

Zhao Yuheng was still frantically operating the screen, and it took him a while to realize what was happening before his finger stopped on the screen.

"Say it again?"

"I told them I gave this spot to someone else."

Zhao Yuheng finally put down his phone, sat up abruptly, and looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.

"I heard it cost over ten thousand yuan?"

"Um."

"Are you stupid? Did you get your head caught in a door?!"

Zhao Yuheng was clearly more concerned about the money than Jin Bao'er herself, and his tone became a bit harsher.

"Let me explain."

Jin Bao'er cautiously reached out to try and soothe his agitated emotions.

"Fine, I'd like to hear what incredible reason you have for not wanting this ten thousand yuan."

Zhao Yuheng crossed his arms and glared at him fiercely.

He had the air of "I'll beat you up if you don't explain yourself clearly today."

Do you know my fellow Yunnan native, Xiao Meimei?

"Um."

Zhao Yuheng nodded, signaling him to continue.

"This 10,000 yuan is a national first-class scholarship, and there is only one spot for each class. Xiao Meimei needs this more than I do."

Zhao Yuheng still frowned, his tone tinged with anger.

"Why should she need it more than you? You eat discounted meals every day, drink water from the school's water dispenser, and look at your shoes—they're all worn out!"

He bent down abruptly to pick up Jinbao'er's shoes, pointing to the obvious tear on the toe, his heart aching with heartache.

Jin Bao'er looked at Zhao Yuheng and pointed out the place he was most afraid of being seen by others.

At this moment, I felt no shame, but rather a deep sense of distress.

Because Heng-ge feels sorry for him.

"But her father is disabled, her mother is mentally ill, and the family relies on her grandfather's farm work to supplement their income..."

Zhao Yuheng wanted to retort, but upon hearing this, he couldn't help but fall silent.

Looking at Jin Bao'er's reddened eyes, he felt as if something was tightly blocking his heart.

"Heng-ge, you don't know, when I saw her family's application reason, I didn't dare to argue or fight for it."

Jin Bao'er's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'm afraid that 10,000 yuan might be for her parents' medical expenses, money that her grandfather could only earn after a year of farm work..."

"this……"

Zhao Yuheng was speechless.

But you don't have a mom and dad either.

He recalled the contents of Jin Bao'er's application form and was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak.

Jin Bao'er lost her parents when she was eight years old and was raised by her aunt.

Now, however, this funding has been given to another "poor person."

My dear, poverty is incomparable.

"Alright, Heng-ge, although we didn't get first place, we got second place, so we still have five thousand yuan."

Jin Bao'er smiled wryly.

He's not really some saintly saint.

Now I can support myself by doing part-time jobs and writing novels, and I no longer need my aunt's help.

The difference between five thousand and ten thousand is simply how much is sent back to my aunt's house.

Compared to herself, Xiao Meimei has a much larger family to support.

The biggest financial burden my aunt's family faces is my cousin's tuition fees and my uncle's medical expenses.

He actually harbored resentment towards his uncle, as he was often beaten and scolded by his uncle without any explanation when he was a child.

This could be considered a bit of his personal motive.

Zhao Yuheng didn't say anything more.

Let's just give it up; consider it a blessing for Bao'er.

Anyway, I'm not short of money, so there's no need to fight over such a small amount.

After figuring it out, he played a game with Jin Bao'er.

Today I'm determined to take Jinbao and give the other side a good beating to vent my frustration.

……

Life went on as usual.

The university is never short of vitality; it is full of energy everywhere.

Jin Bao'er continued to work part-time, write novels, and study.

With Zhao Yuheng, his loyal protector, by his side, he was content and happy, and only hoped that things could continue like this forever.

……

Zhao Yuheng, who loves playing ball, ran very fast and arrived at the stairwell on the first floor of the teaching building.

There's a basketball court across from this building, and everyone likes to put their basketballs here.

He found the marked basketball and was about to leave when a familiar name came from the stairs.

"Let me tell you, Brother Meng, I've avenged you."

It was Xiao Meimei's voice, tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction.

"How so?"

Another voice asked, "It's Wang Meng."

"Didn't you say Gan Jinbao and Hu Xiaowen offended you? I snatched Gan Jinbao's top-tier scholarship!"

Wang Meng, who had been looking impatient, suddenly looked at Xiao Meimei with delight upon hearing this.

"You just snatched it that easily?"

"Listen to me, I've made all the necessary preparations."

I could only apply for the national second-class scholarship, but when I saw that Jinbao applied for the first-class scholarship, I applied as well.

"After all that, it was just him and me left. Once we confirmed our family's financial situation, we could settle things..."

"Didn't you say your family wasn't qualified for first class?"

Wang Meng asked again.

"Are you stupid? You can make those up, can't you?"

Not only was Wang Meng stunned, but even Zhao Yuheng was dumbfounded.

Made up?

Xiao Meimei was still talking on the stairs, her tone full of contempt.

"Gan Jinbao is a complete idiot; he believes everything I say."

"I'm a good actor. When I told him that his father was disabled, his mother was insane, and they relied on his grandfather's farm work to make a living, his eyes immediately welled up with tears. He kept apologizing to me and said he would quit without any hesitation."

"Hahaha, what an idiot."

Xiao Meimei finished speaking, her tone full of pride.

Wang Meng felt extremely relieved upon hearing this.

"Damn it, it's those two, and that Zhao Yuheng too. They made me lose face in the dorm that day. It'll be satisfying to swindle them out of over ten thousand yuan!"

"Then use that 10,000 yuan to buy me an iPhone 15!"

Wang Meng said arrogantly.

Xiao Meimei hesitated.

"What? When you were pursuing me, you said you'd treat me well and listen to everything I said, but now you won't even buy me a phone?"

Wang Meng pretended to be angry.

Seeing that Wang Meng was angry, Xiao Meimei gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Okay, I'll buy it!"

Overjoyed, Wang Meng pulled Xiao Meimei over and kissed her on the corner of her mouth.

Just then, the two recovered and started walking down.

Only then did I notice a tall figure standing in the shadows of the stairwell.

Zhao Yuheng stood there, holding a basketball in his hand.

He slowly raised his head, revealing eyes that usually held a smile or a languid air.

At this moment, only a terrifying crimson and icy hatred remained.

He stared intently at the adulterous couple.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he were looking at two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The air was deathly still.

"You seemed to be having a good chat?"