His movents were so fast that neither Rong Xingyu nor Ye Shiyuan reacted in ti.
Pan Yinhu hit himself with such force that his once delicate features quickly beca red and swollen.
Rong Xingyu and Ye Shiyuan exchanged a glance.
"How do you know that Xingyu doesn’t need this opportunity?" Ye Shiyuan said, looking at Pan Yinhu’s tear-streaked face with a mix of disbelief and frustration.
Just because soone cos from a poor family, does that give them the right to sabotage a classmate? Most murderers at least have so redeeming quality, should we just stand on a moral high ground and forgive them?
Pan Yinhu’s voice grew desperate as he turned to Rong Xingyu: "Your boyfriend is so rich! Even if you lose this opportunity, he’ll still be able to provide for you in the future. I... I don’t have that. I have to support my entire family, everyone is depends on !"
Rong Xingyu froze, utterly confused. "What do you an ’he’ll still be able to provide for you in the future’? When have I ever been supported by my boyfriend?"
Pan Yinhu ignored him and continued urgently: "Everything on your desk, and all the stuff you use every day, he bought it for you. The brands, I’ve never even seen them before, they must be expensive. Xingyu, you have a boyfriend, but I only have myself. I truly have no other choice!"
Hearing Pan Yinhu’s words, Rong Xingyu felt a wave of disgust rise in his chest. His gaze hardened, full of revulsion.
Rong Xingyu frowned, "You went through my things?"
He had sensed before that soone had touched his belongings and had dismissed it as his imagination.
Now he realized it wasn’t.
Besides, these things were all gifts from his older brother, not his boyfriend, what did that have to do with Pan Yinhu?
Rong Xingyu didn’t even want to explain, nor did he want to listen to Pan Yinhu’s nauseating excuses any longer. But he couldn’t help asking, "So, just for your so-called opportunity, you were willing to destroy a roommate relationship that’s lasted an entire sester? You really think it’s worth it?"
Pan Yinhu opened his mouth but said nothing. Rong Xingyu, however, already understood his aning.
In Pan Yinhu’s mind, it had indeed been worth it.
"Do you even know where Xingyu and I just ca back from?" Ye Shiyuan said, feeling like all his sincerity had been wasted.
He looked at Pan Yinhu with mixed emotions.
Pan Yinhu’s head shot up, his eyes nearly bloodshot.
He suddenly had the urge to cover Ye Shiyuan’s mouth, he had a premonition that Ye Shiyuan was about to say sothing he didn’t want to hear.
But Ye Shiyuan continued anyway, "The laboratory. We just ca back from Professor Rong’s laboratory."
Pan Yinhu froze, his brain struggling to process what Ye Shiyuan had said. "W-what?"
Seeing Pan Yinhu like this, Rong Xingyu let out a soft sigh. He said lightly, as if stating a simple fact, "Rong Zhijian... is my third brother."
Pan Yinhu: ...
Pan Yinhu remained silent for several minutes, then suddenly burst into a loud, harsh laugh.
"Roommate? Friend?! Hahahahaha!"
He laughed while raising his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. But when he looked at Rong Xingyu and the others, a faint hint of hatred had crept into his gaze.
His voice was hoarse as he spat out, "Did you really think of as a friend? I know... you all look down on ... You think I would feel grateful for you just because of small favors?!"
By the ti Pan Yinhu finally stopped laughing, he turned his back toward them and stared expressionlessly at the open books on his desk.
"No matter what you say, bring out the evidence. I need to continue my review now. Is there anything else?"
Pan Yinhu’s tone was calm, sounding as if nothing had happened, despite his swollen cheeks and the obvious red marks left by his own slaps.
Since Pan Yinhu had completely torn off the mask of civility, Rong Xingyu and Ye Shiyuan no longer bothered to engage in any pretense with him.
They simply acted as if he didn’t exist in the dormitory.
The dorm which had appeared superficially harmonious was now irreparably fractured.
...
Rong Xingyu rested his chin on one hand while leaning on the windowsill and staring outside in a daze.
"Yuyu."
Ding Yixin’s voice ca from behind him.
Seeing that Rong Xingyu didn’t even turn his head and clearly lost in his own thoughts, Ding Yixin shook his head helplessly.
He walked over and sat down on the single sofa by the window.
Rong Xingyu perched on the armrest of the sofa, his legs dangling off the ground, swinging idly back and forth.
Only then did Rong Xingyu finally notice Ding Yixin behind him.
He propped himself up with his hand on the sofa back and twisted his body around to face him.
Before Rong Xingyu could say anything, Ding Yixin raised his hand with a deft motion, gripping Rong Xingyu’s waist and pulling him entirely into his arms.
Rong Xingyu felt his balance give way, about to fall backward onto Ding Yixin. The words he was about to say were replaced by a startled exclamation.
But Rong Xingyu knew Ding Yixin would catch him, so he was only surprised, not panicked.
True to expectation, Ding Yixin simply held Rong Xingyu in his arms.
Now, Rong Xingyu sat sideways on Ding Yixin’s lap and the two of them pressed closely together on the single sofa.
Rong Xingyu could already instinctively find the most comfortable position to nestle in Ding Yixin’s arms.
He rested his head lightly on Ding Yixin’s shoulder and took hold of his left hand.
Ding Yixin’s hand was large, with defined knuckles and long, evenly proportioned fingers, a true delight for anyone who liked hands.
Rong Xingyu fiddled with Ding Yixin’s hand, squeezing here, touching there, and even placed his own hand over Ding Yixin’s palm to compare sizes.
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