After that day, Xiao Bailiang's wardrobe began to fill up with all kinds of luxury items, even his socks were designer brands.
He even bought more than a dozen pairs of limited edition Air Jordans in one go, placing them in the most prominent spot right across from my bed.
However, he also started asking his family for money more frequently.
Before, he would ask once a month; now, it was every two days. Last week, he even had a huge argument with his parents over money.
Strangely enough, he bought a whole bunch of cooking tools and ingredients for the dormitory and started making breakfast every day before dawn.
Anyone with eyes could tell that he was in a relationship.
But the smoke from cooking made the already poorly ventilated dormitory even more unbearable.
Li Yang had reminded him many times to stop, but instead, he retorted: "I want to make heartwarming breakfasts for my girlfriend; you single dogs wouldn't understand."
"Besides, if you can't stand it, just go rent a place. Anyway, Gu Tianjun has already given you guys the rent money."
"Heh, we’re not as shameless as you; we returned that money to Tianjun long ago."
I was kept awake by their bickering and decided to get up and exercise: "Hey brothers, do you want to go play ball? There's a new gym opened next to the school. I'll treat you. Are we going or not?"
Li Yang and Zhou Qi immediately jumped out of bed, clapping their hands and cheering.
Li Yang deliberately said loudly:
"That's a newly opened gym, famous for being high-end. It's a pity some people have to make a romantic dinner for their girlfriends and can't go."
Xiao Bailiang retorted, "Heh, I was born not to love sports. Besides, I still need to deliver food to my girlfriend."
The three of us exchanged smiles as we looked at his burnt eggs, then slammed the door behind us.
As soon as I stepped out of the dormitory building, I saw An Zhizhi, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.
I approached to greet her, but she instinctively took a step back and said impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it. Don't stand so close to me."
"Zhizhi, the confession wall incident was a misunderstanding. My roommate set me up; I'm not usually like that, you know."
"What kind of person you are has nothing to do with me. You don't need to explain so much."
"How can it be unrelated? I..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Xiao Bailiang's voice called out from behind.
An Zhizhi immediately responded, "Baby, I'm over here! I've been waiting for you for half an hour."
At that moment, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.
It turned out that Xiao Bailiang's girlfriend was An Zhizhi.
Xiao Bailiang certainly knew about my relationship with An Zhizhi; I had introduced her to my roommates at the beginning of the semester.
From childhood to now, An Zhizhi had always been the goddess in my heart and the kindest person I believed existed in this world.
Since the start of the school year, she has been catching the stray cats at school to spay them one by one.
Even when being robbed, she would worry if the other person was seriously ill or didn't have money for food.
But now, this kind-hearted girl has actually gotten involved with Xiao Bailiang.
Looking at Xiao Bailiang's head of yellow hair and his body covered in tattoos, and recalling his previous reckless behavior and various overdue loans, I felt increasingly anxious.
No wonder An Zhizhi's attitude towards me has turned 180 degrees.
Xiao Bailiang clearly noticed my shock and smugly said, "What a pity, I have to go to a five-star hotel for a seafood buffet with my girlfriend, so I can't play basketball with you guys."
The restaurant he mentioned was the same one that Zhizhi and I had gone to before.
Before I could recover from my shock, the two of them had already walked away hand in hand.
My roommates also noticed something was off with me and began to comfort me.
Seeing Xiao Bailiang's smug face made me both angry and worried.
I immediately put down the basketball and said to Li Yang and Zhou Qi, "Hey brothers, are we going for the seafood buffet? It's on me!"
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