Coming Out of the Closet

Straight men really don't know their own limitations when they start flirting.

Jin Bao'er sometimes finds it really frustrating.

But there's nothing we can do; we have to accept the consequences of our own actions.

Let him enjoy this sweet poison to the fullest.

He might miss it later.

……

Later, their college actually held a basketball tournament, facing off against other colleges.

Several pretty girls from their class were recruited to be cheerleaders, and the cheers from the sidelines were deafening.

As the most handsome guy in the college and a basketball prodigy, Zhao Yuheng naturally became the captain thanks to his solid muscles and overwhelming basketball skills.

Seeing that he wanted to bring honor to the class, Jin Bao'er simply asked for a day off from the convenience store and didn't go to her part-time job.

With a bottle of mineral water in hand, I squatted in the most conspicuous spot on the sidelines, waiting to cheer on my beloved Heng Ge.

Of course, Heng-ge did not disappoint.

On the court, Zhao Yuheng is like a wild beast unleashed, dribbling, passing, and dunking in one smooth motion, leaving his opponents no match for him.

The final score was 50:20, with their class holding a commanding lead and easily securing the victory.

The moment the results were announced, the girls on the sidelines erupted in a frenzy, swarming forward in a chaotic rush.

Some handed him water, others offered him towels, and some even boldly stuffed beautifully packaged flowers into his arms.

Jin Bao'er clutched the bottle of room-temperature mineral water in her hand, her knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

Looking at Zhao Yuheng, who was surrounded by a huge crowd.

He shrank back, feeling a little empty inside, but couldn't help but smile.

His son, Heng, is so dazzling that he deserves to be loved by so many people.

Just as he was preparing to wait quietly for his brother Heng to finish, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd.

Zhao Yuheng frowned, pushed aside the girls surrounding him, and strode towards him.

Sweat streamed down his angular jawline, soaking his team uniform and outlining the contours of his muscular chest.

He snatched the bottle of mineral water from Jin Bao'er's hand, and twisted the cap open with a "pop" using his thumb.

He tilted his head back and gulped down most of the bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow, a rough feeling from the exercise.

"If you want water delivered, come closer. Why do I have to come all the way to get it? You're putting on airs."

He was breathing heavily, his voice hoarse, but he didn't seem impatient.

Instead, he raised his hand and ruffled Jin Bao'er's hair, the heat of his palm making Jin Bao'er's ears turn bright red instantly.

"I don't think you need my bottle of water," Jin Bao'er muttered softly.

"Who knows if their water is clean? What if they put something in it? Who am I going to complain to then?"

Zhao Yuheng snorted and simply plopped down on the steps next to Jin Bao'er.

Her body, still burning hot from playing ball, was like a small furnace, warming the air around Jinbaoer.

Jin Bao'er sighed inwardly.

Fool.

Do you think everyone around you is a good person?

He's a pervert who likes you with filthy intentions.

To reward the basketball team for their victory, the college held a celebration party in the lecture hall.

The teachers spent their own money to buy a bunch of snacks and drinks, and the projector showed old-fashioned comedies, calling it "relaxation," but it was really just letting everyone eat and drink for free.

Who could miss out on such a great opportunity?

The lecture hall was packed to the brim, with people even standing in the aisles.

The dean and counselor were so pleased that they immediately piled up over a thousand yuan worth of snacks on the podium.

Someone sneaked in a few cans of beer, and the teachers turned a blind eye.

We're all adults, having a little alcohol is nothing.

With the help of alcohol, the atmosphere became even more lively.

As the team leader, Zhao Yuheng was repeatedly toasted by his teammates and classmates who came to see him.

He had a high alcohol tolerance and never refused a drink; the way he tilted his head back and chugged the liquor drew cheers from the sidelines.

Jin Bao'er sat quietly in the corner, watching, holding a bag of potato chips in her hand, but didn't eat much.

This is Heng-ge's shining moment; he just needs to watch quietly.

With a "click," several bags of cucumber-flavored potato chips were placed on his desk.

Jin Bao'er looked up and saw Zhao Yuheng had squeezed in at some point, carrying a half-empty bottle of beer.

He was happily clinking glasses with others, and he even remembered to bring his favorite snacks.

Jin Bao'er smiled, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

Sigh, I really don't know whether to say I'm lucky or unlucky.

At this moment, Zhao Yuheng simply plopped down on the table next to him.

His long, hairy legs swung casually as he leaned on the edge of the table with one hand and held a beer bottle in the other, taking a swig.

White foam clung to the corners of his lips, exuding a wild and untamed charm.

Jin Bao'er looked up at him, the light falling on Zhao Yuheng's angular face, as if coated with a layer of soft light.

He wished time could stop at this moment, so that he could watch over his god forever.

In a corner not far away, Yang Hui stared intently at the scene, her fingernails almost digging into her palms, her eyes brimming with jealousy.

She kicked her best friend hard, and her friend understood immediately, crouching down and sneaking over to the computer that controlled the projector.

The next second, the comedy on the big screen suddenly disappeared, replaced by an audio playback interface.

After the ear-piercing crackling of electricity, Jin Bao'er's all-too-familiar voice clearly echoed throughout the entire lecture hall.

"Jin Bao'er, this PE student's muscles are just as good as his, take a look."

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm not in the mood."

"Look, look, she's definitely your type..."

Three sentences, short, yet they exploded like a thunderclap in the noisy classroom.

Then, the audio was played repeatedly, over and over again, each time like a hammer blow to Jin Bao'er's heart.

The noise in the entire venue vanished instantly, leaving an eerie silence.

Jin Bao'er suddenly looked up, her face deathly pale, staring intently at the play bar on the screen, as if the blood in her body had frozen at that moment.

That was a private chat between him and Hu Xiaowen!

How did it get recorded?

Hu Xiaowen wouldn't harm him; they had discussed more private matters. If she wanted to get him, she wouldn't use such a trivial recording...

The only possibility is that he was being followed and secretly recorded!

But none of that matters anymore.

The important thing is that his preference for men was thoroughly exposed by everyone in the lecture hall.

He was like a lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves, attracting gazes from all directions—some curious, some disdainful, and some mocking.

Those gazes felt like needles piercing him, making him feel cold all over and even breathing was painful.

He didn't dare turn to look at Zhao Yuheng beside him; he could even imagine the other man's gaze.

Disgust, anger, and perhaps even contemptuous disgust.

But they were clearly unwilling to let him go so easily.

The audio abruptly stopped, and a clear WeChat screenshot popped up on the big screen.

The avatar and nickname in the chat box were clearly his!

Huihui is here: Do you like Zhao Yuheng?

Jin Bao'er: No, how could that be?

Huihui is here: You swear to me that if you lie, may you be hit by a car and die outside.

Jin Bao'er: Okay, I do like him a little, but please don't tell him.

Jin Bao'er's pupils suddenly contracted.

He never said those words!

The profile picture, nickname, and even WeChat ID in the screenshot are exactly the same as his.

Even the information bar after exiting the interface was clearly captured, leaving him no room for denial.

"What the hell! Why put this out on such a joyous occasion!"

The counselor finally realized what was happening, rushed over, pushed the girl operating the computer aside, and hurriedly turned off the projector.

But it was all too late.

The lecture hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone in the hospital knows that Zhao Yuheng is a notoriously straight man.

Someone once joked that he liked boys, and he publicly berated him, after which no one dared to mention the word "gay" again.

"Gan Jinbao, how disgusting are you? You like Zhao Yuheng, does he even know?"

Someone shouted, their tone mocking and sarcastic like a sharp knife, piercing the deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, laughter and chatter rose and fell.

The sounds surged in like a tidal wave, threatening to drown Jinbao'er.

Jin Bao'er opened her mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to scream, wanting to tell everyone that this was a fake.

But it felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say a single word.

He felt as if the sky had fallen, pressing down on him so hard he couldn't breathe.

It's not really surprising, is it?

Such shady thoughts will eventually be exposed and made public.

After a long while, he mustered his courage, slowly raised his head, and looked at Zhao Yuheng sitting on the table.

The man's face was terribly gloomy, and his jawline was taut.

Her eyes were bloodshot, as if frozen in ice, yet burning with fire, staring intently at him.

The emotions in that gaze were too complex for Jin Bao'er to understand.

I felt as if my heart was being gripped by a giant hand, and the pain was so intense it felt like it was about to burst.

He was about to say something, even just an "I'm sorry."

Then Zhao Yuheng suddenly frowned and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and the disgust in his eyes was almost overflowing.

The next second, he turned around and almost staggered out of the lecture hall, leaving behind a crystal-clear voice:

"vomit--"

That dry heaving sound, like a death sentence, slammed into Jin Bao'er's heart.

The laughter from the entire audience instantly amplified, making his eardrums ache.

Everyone could see it; Zhao Yuheng's feelings for him were so disgusting they felt like vomiting.