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When returning to the dorm, Zheng Yu pretended to be angry and walked ahead, while Chen Jing followed behind with her head down.
"What's wrong?" Lin Fangchi asked when he noticed the strange atmosphere between the two.
"He wore... um..." Zheng Yu was about to speak, but Chen Jing quickly covered his mouth, afraid that Zheng Yu would say something shocking.
Zheng Yu labeled him as a scumbag who doesn't recognize people once he puts on his pants. He felt that he wasn't like that, but he couldn't argue with Zheng Yu.
Chen Jing frowned in grievance and said unwillingly, "Can't I be forgiven for my mistake?"
Lin Fangchi glanced back and forth between the two and said, "If you want to flirt, go outside."
Chen Jing felt a little embarrassed and touched her nose, thinking that she should have a good talk with Zheng Yu about this matter.
Chen Jing had no classes the next morning, as everyone knows, in the morning without classes, the university dormitory is like a morgue. Zheng Yu has a different schedule and has to rush to an early 8 o'clock class.
He tiptoed out of the bathroom, and Chen Jing, who couldn't open her eyes, was standing at the door. He hugged her as soon as he opened the door.
"How come you're up?"
"You're going to class, aren't you? I'll go with you."
"Go to sleep, I'll bring you something delicious when I come back," Zheng Yu said, kissing her on the face.
"Can't do it, you've already accompanied me to class, I'm not a scumbag," he said, rubbing his eyes, washing up, and changing clothes. Zheng Yu had no choice but to take him along.
Chen Jing didn't have much contact with Zheng Yu's friends. Although they had met before, they weren't very friendly, after all, neither he nor Zheng Yu were easy to deal with.
Fortunately, Zheng Yu had greeted familiar people in advance, and others did not have much reaction to Chen Jing's arrival. Zheng Yu naturally couldn't understand the course, and soon fell asleep. He didn't even hear the bell for the end of class. When he woke up, there was no one left in the classroom.
"Why didn't you call me?"
Zheng Yu tidied up and pulled him up, "You don't understand again, what should I call you for."
"Do you find my class as boring as this?"
"It's not too bad." He seems to spend most of his time playing games.
"Okay," Zheng Yu held his hand and walked out, "I'll only be with you for a few days. I have a match next week, so you won't be able to see me then."
"Are you going out of town?" Chen Jing asked.
"Yeah, for about half a month."
Chen Jing is feeling down now. He regrets blaming Zheng Yu for sticking to him all the time. It's been half a month, too long. "What's wrong?" Why is his little boyfriend unhappy again?
It's class time now, and there's no one in the hallway. Chen Jing came over and hugged him directly, "You haven't left yet, I already miss you."
Zheng Yu patted his back understandingly, "You don't find me annoying?"
"I don't find you annoying."
Zheng Yu's suitcase was packed by Chen Jing. Zheng Yu was moving like an ant, already moving all his stuff to Chen Jing's house. He sat on the bed watching her pack and said, "Otherwise, I'll just pack you in there too."
Chen Jing ran over and kissed him, "I'll find some photos for you."
Zheng Yu hugged him discontentedly, "What do I need photos for, I want you."
Chen Jing was sticky and kissed him, "I'll call you." Even though she didn't want to, Zheng Yu still left. Once Zheng Yu left, the rental house instantly felt empty.
"Even though he used to be alone most of the time and didn't feel lonely, he had already gotten used to it. There was someone to eat with and someone to sleep with. Now he's all alone, and even the bed feels too big. He can't stand being alone, so he went back to school. Maybe it will be better with other people around."
"How come you're back?" They usually don't stay in the dormitory on weekends.
"Zheng Yu went out of town for a competition," Chen Jing said as soon as she entered the room and saw Zheng Yu's empty bed, feeling the pang of longing once again.
He glanced at his phone and saw that the WeChat message had not been replied to yet. I guess the person hasn't arrived yet.
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