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

Zhao Yuheng had not returned by the first week.

Jinbao can also use studying to distract herself.

In the evenings, the two would also have long phone conversations.

The following week, Zhao Yuheng still hadn't returned.

And the number of times we talk on the phone for hours has also decreased.

In the third week, Zhao Yuheng still hadn't returned.

I call Jinbao'er even less often now.

Every time he asked what happened, Zhao Yuheng would always say, "Nothing's wrong, tell him not to worry."

In the fourth week, Zhao Yuheng stopped replying to my messages.

This was the only time Jin Bao'er sent a message to Zhao Yuheng, and he didn't reply for a whole week.

Sometimes he gets so anxious that he's tempted to call the police.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuheng sent a message the next day with just two words: "It's okay."

Then he sent four more words: Wait for me to come back.

Jin Bao'er felt a little relieved after receiving the news.

As long as he's alright, nothing else matters.

Looking back now, Jin Bao'er realized that apart from knowing Zhao Yuheng, he didn't know anyone else in his family.

Once I lose contact with him, I'm afraid I'll never find him again in this lifetime.

He thought that once Zhao Yuheng returned, he could see if he could get to know his friends and relatives.

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yuheng was home for a total of six weeks.

Although Zhao Yuheng had asked for leave, the teacher still called his name every time he was called out for roll call.

When I heard that he had taken six weeks off, I thought something terrible had happened to his family.

Every time this topic comes up, Jin Bao'er's heart skips a beat.

A month and a half of vacation is indeed not a small matter.

Jin Bao'er never expected that this matter would also affect her.

The next morning, Zhao Yuheng received two messages on his phone.

Jin Bao'er clicked on it and saw a photo and a message.

In the photo, a woman is sitting on a man's lap, both of them are naked, and half of the man's face is visible.

Upon seeing this, Jin Bao'er's pupils constricted sharply, and she was completely shocked.

Another message read: "We've already slept together, so we hope you'll back out soon; it'll be better for everyone."

This tone doesn't sound like Zhao Yuheng's.

Jin Bao'er was completely numb.

He dialed Zhao Yuheng's number several times, but no one answered.

He didn't even dare to watch it a second time.

What else could that action be for?

Jin Bao'er didn't believe it; he absolutely didn't believe it.

However, Zhao Yuheng's phone was unreachable, and no one could contact him.

For the next few days, Jin Bao'er seemed to have lost her soul.

During class, I stared at the words on the blackboard, but all I could see was the image of that photo.

When eating, I pick at the rice in my bowl but can't taste any flavor. Even my favorite sweet and sour pork tastes like wax.

He threw himself onto the bed, clutching the pendant engraved with the character "宝" (treasure), his fingertips tracing the cold lines over and over again.

Tears fell without warning, landing on the blanket and spreading into a small, dark stain.

He couldn't understand how the person who said they would take him to ride the Ferris wheel and would be good to him for the rest of their life could suddenly turn into the person in the photo.

Jin Bao'er wasn't the kind of person who would only make himself sad. After struggling for a few days, he still told Hu Xiaowen the news.

"Damn it, you slept with someone else?"

Hu Xiaowen stared in disbelief at the photo in her hand. "This straight man is actually bisexual! He's having his cake and eating it too!"

"Break up, break up!"

At this moment, Jin Bao'er finally couldn't hold back anymore, and her eyes welled up with tears from her heartache.

Hu Xiaowen's curses pierced his heart like needles, and his forced composure crumbled.

He lay on the table, his shoulders trembling slightly, but he bit his lip tightly, refusing to cry out.

Indeed, the best things in life don't belong to us.

……

Another week has passed.

With only two minutes left before class, Jin Bao'er prepared for class with a pale face.

The dark circles under his eyes were impossible to hide, and he unconsciously rubbed the pendant in his hand, his fingertips already developing a thin callus.

At this moment, Yang Hui walked up to Jin Bao'er and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the surrounding classmates to hear, "Jin Bao'er, do you know why Zhao Yuheng dropped out of school?"

Jin Bao'er hadn't intended to pay attention to her, but when she heard the words "drop out of school".

As if pricked by a needle, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Seeing Jin Bao'er's expression, Yang Hui smiled broadly and deliberately slowed her speech:

"I just saw him discussing dropping out with his counselor in the office, and the counselor was trying to persuade him to stay."

"They said he had good grades and it would be a pity for him to drop out, but he insisted on dropping out, and the counselor couldn't persuade him no matter what he did."

These words struck Jin Bao'er like a bolt from the blue. His fingers clenched the textbook tightly, his knuckles turned white, and even his breathing became labored.

Dropping out of school? He's actually dropping out?

They had agreed before that they would graduate together, rent a small apartment together, and raise a dog together...

Don't those small, heartwarming promises count for anything?

"He's back?"

Jin Bao'er's voice was terribly hoarse, with a tremor she herself didn't even realize.

"Oh, he's been back for several days now, and he's been dealing with his counselor about withdrawing from school."

Yang Hui glanced at Jin Bao'er's pale face, her tone filled with even more schadenfreude.

"Don't you know? Aren't you her boyfriend? Oh dear, what's wrong with Zhao Yuheng? She took more than a month off, and when she came back, she didn't even tell her boyfriend..."

Jin Bao'er couldn't hear what was said after that.

His ears were ringing, and the curious glances from his classmates felt like countless needles pricking his body.

He got up and rushed out without a second thought.

"Jinbao'er, class is about to start..."

Yang Hui then mischievously pretended to remind them, because there was a teacher right next to them.

"What's he going to do?"

The teacher also noticed the situation here.

"I don't know, maybe something's come up."

Yang Hui shrugged, unable to hide the smile in her eyes.

The teacher nodded after listening, continued tidying up her things, and didn't say anything more.

Yang Hui: "..."

……

Jin Bao'er rushed out, using the speed she usually uses to run 100 meters.

The cold wind stung his cheeks, yet tears welled up uncontrollably.

He ran for 10 minutes and finally reached the counselor's office. As he pushed open the door, his chest heaved: "Teacher, where's Zhao Yuheng?"

When Jin Bao'er saw that there was only the counselor in the office, her heart sank and her voice was full of panic.

"Just left, less than two minutes ago."

The counselor looked at his red eyes and hesitated to speak.

Before he could say anything more, Jin Bao'er turned around and continued running outside.

He came from the side road, so he guessed that Zhao Yuheng should be heading towards the main road, and so he quickly chased after him.