Help, My Buff Roommate is Begging to Touch my Abs - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Reaching a Dead End

If he and Zhao Yuheng continued to maintain a relationship like this…

Zhao Yuheng would keep being good to him.

Simultaneously, Zhao Yuheng’s social life would continue to bring him pain.

He couldn’t guarantee that one day, in a moment of heated impulse, he wouldn’t make everything public.

When that time came, what would happen to his Brother Heng?

And what should he do?

He didn’t go to look at Zhao Yuheng.

After sending a message to Zhao Yuheng…

He placed his utensils in the dishwashing area and left resolutely.

When Zhao Yuheng recovered his strength and walked back to their original spot, only his lonely meal box remained.

He searched half the area but couldn’t find the person; only then did he take out his phone to make a call, discovering the message Jin Bao’er had sent him.

It was three simple words: “I am leaving.”

Zhao Yuheng’s heart felt an inexplicable hollow, accompanied by a sense of grievance from being cold-shouldered.

Usually, if he sneezed so much as sneezed, Jin Bao’er would anxiously ask a few questions; today, he had literally vomited while answering Jin Bao’er’s question so how could the person just vanish?

Could it be that his act of vomiting just now was too disgusting and scared him away?

The more Zhao Yuheng thought about it, the more he felt that was the case.

He thought to himself that he should quickly buy a cup of milk tea later to apologize.

After thinking this, Zhao Yuheng quickly finished off his food.

After all, he had thrown up most of it just now; given his appetite, if he didn’t eat, he would definitely be starving by the afternoon.

…

After waking up from his afternoon nap, Jin Bao’er found that Zhao Yuheng hadn’t returned.

He hadn’t spoken to him either; although he was determined to distance himself, there was still an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.

Thus, he walked out of the dormitory alone and went to the classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Zhao Yuheng signaled to him repeatedly.

Then Jin Bao’er saw them: two extra-large cups of milk tea set out on his desk.

They were even from Auntea Jenny.

Jin Bao’er walked over expressionlessly.

“Jin Bao’er, did my vomiting earlier scare you? I’m really sorry, please don’t mind it.”

As Zhao Yuheng spoke, he stood up to let Jin Bao’er sit on the inside.

Because Zhao Yuheng’s legs were quite long, he had to stretch his legs out into the aisle; otherwise, he’d feel uncomfortably cramped.

Jin Bao’er looked down at these two cups of milk tea.

There was no expression on his face, but a turbulent storm was already surging in his heart.

“I’m telling you, I originally ordered delivery, but the delivery man canceled on me halfway. He made me wait for over half an hour for nothing, so I had to go line up myself; that’s why I didn’t go back to the dorm.”

Zhao Yuheng explained loquaciously, reaching out to pick up one of the mango pomelo sago drinks Jin Bao’er’s favorite, inserted the straw, and pushed it in front of him.

“Too sweet.”

Jin Bao’er interrupted his words coldly.

Zhao Yuheng froze for a moment, then pushed his own cup over.

“Eh? If it’s too sweet, then drink mine; this one is 30% sugar.”

“I don’t like grape flavor.”

Before the hand that pushed the cup could be pulled back, he heard Jin Bao’er add another sentence.

This time, Zhao Yuheng was actually angered into a laugh, his lips curling into a helpless yet amused arc.

“Whoa, then what flavor do you want to drink? Tell me, and I’ll go buy it later.”

Zhao Yuheng stared at Jin Bao’er, his gaze carrying a bit of the indulgence that said, “How can you be so hard to please?”

“Aren’t there still 20 minutes left? Go buy it now.”

Jin Bao’er lifted his eyelids, his tone flat yet deliberately difficult.

“I want it heated, 30% sugar, Yangzhi Ganlu (Mango Pomelo Sago), and I want to add taro balls, pudding, pearls, and fruit bits…”

Listening to Jin Bao’er recite every single topping…

Zhao Yuheng laughed from frustration and turned his head away: “Fine, fine, fine, I’ll buy it for you.”

He stood up directly, grabbed his phone, and strode out the door.

Jin Bao’er looked at that huffy retreating back.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He hadn’t expected that Zhao Yuheng would actually agree to such a difficult request.

He only wanted to make Zhao Yuheng give up in the face of difficulties.

He had once again underestimated Brother Heng’s kindness toward him.

…

Just as there was one minute left before class started…

Zhao Yuheng ran in carrying the Yangzhi Ganlu that satisfied all the requirements.

Right now, the sun was shining brightly outside; Zhao Yuheng, having run in, was already drenched in sweat.

He was naturally prone to sweating; at this moment, sweat had already soaked a large patch of his white T-shirt.

The entire chest area was clinging tightly to his firm pectoral muscles, rising and falling with his rapid breathing.

Jin Bao’er’s throat tightened as he watched; he was in no mood to appreciate this beauty.

Because that cup of high-requirement Yangzhi Ganlu had already been placed before him.

“See, are you satisfied or not?”

Zhao Yuheng handed it over and placed it in front of Jin Bao’er, not looking at him again.

He just grabbed the fabric at his chest and fanned himself continuously.

Then his chest vibrated as he took large gulps of air.

He was probably angry, but he didn’t say much.

Meanwhile, the Yangzhi Ganlu placed in front of Jin Bao’er remained sitting there.

“Drink it.”

Zhao Yuheng panted, turning his head to look at Jin Bao’er.

“Suddenly I don’t want to drink it anymore.”

Jin Bao’er didn’t look at him; his hand trembled slightly as he pushed the cup of Yangzhi Ganlu back once again.

He didn’t dare look at Zhao Yuheng’s expression.

Zhao Yuheng’s current reaction was definitely shock.

Definitely anger.

He probably wanted to beat him to death.

But what choice did he have?

What else could he say?

Say let’s break off the friendship?

Say we’re not suited to be brothers?

That would be too lacking in emotional intelligence.

But wasting someone’s sincerity like this was also too lacking in class?

Yet, it was also the most efficient way.

To make him hate himself.

…

During class, Jin Bao’er kept looking at the blackboard, but his mind wasn’t on the lesson at all.

Beside him, Zhao Yuheng kept staring at him.

Jin Bao’er didn’t dare look over at all, because he was afraid of being questioned, afraid of clashing with Brother Heng’s eyes, which might be filled with rage.

Halfway through class, Zhao Yuheng suddenly stood up and walked out.

Because the teacher had said that if anyone needed the toilet they could go directly without asking for leave…

So his exit didn’t attract much attention.

Only Jin Bao’er watched his every move.

Watching that back disappear through the doorway, the pen in Jin Bao’er’s hand fell onto the desk with a “clack.”

He didn’t know what to do either.

According to the usual pattern…

Shouldn’t it be the straight man hurting him, and then he disappears despondently?

Now why was he the one hurting the straight man?

What a sin, what a sin.

…

The entire afternoon, Zhao Yuheng was playing basketball.

On the court, he had called the eldest and second roommates over.

He had also played several matches with other teams.

Finally, exhausted to the limit, the three of them sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Zhao Yuheng then told the two of them about the thing with Jin Bao’er today.

He wanted to ask if they knew why this was happening.

“I don’t think you could make Jin Bao’er hate you, right?”

The eldest took a sip of water and said while panting.

“Yeah, it’s definitely not that. Didn’t you take care of him all night last night? In any case, you’re considered his benefactor; how could he be so petty?”

The second roommate analyzed with a serious face. “It’s definitely because you did something to make him angry.”

After all, in their eyes, Jin Bao’er was an honest, quiet, studious, diligent, and serious kid.

Their clothes were still washed by Jin Bao’er.

The dorm was also often cleaned by Jin Bao’er.

The trash in their dorm had never been full.

And he never had any bad habits.

He was just always staying with Zhao Yuheng.

Sometimes both of them felt like Zhao Yuheng and Jin Bao’er were isolating the two of them.

Later they discovered it was simply Zhao Yuheng who was isolating the two of them.

Because Zhao Yuheng never called them except when playing games or basketball.

Hearing this, Zhao Yuheng’s anger was gone; instead, there was more confusion and guilt.

What had he done?

To make Jin Bao’er this angry?

The tough guy was at a loss; he could only grab his hair, looking at the court with a face full of distress.

…

How do you think Zhao Yuheng should try to fix things, or is Jin Bao’er’s plan to make himself “dislikable” actually working?