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Ao Bing stared at Nezha for a few seconds before turning back to his desk to tidy up his books.
"Are you going to the library again?" Nezha asked, a hint of guilt creeping into his voice.
"No," Ao Bing replied calmly. "I'm going to speak with Aunt Taiyi about this situation. Since you don't intend to uphold our agreement, we need a third party to intervene."
"What?" Nezha's eyes widened. "Are you going to tell on me?"
"This isn't telling on you," Ao Bing corrected, his tone still steady. "This is a legitimate way to resolve the issue."
"You—" Nezha was so furious he couldn't find the words, hastily shutting off the music. "Fine, I’ll turn it off! Don’t go reporting me!"
The music abruptly stopped, and the dormitory fell silent, leaving only the sound of their rapid breathing. Ao Bing looked at Nezha, his expression complex.
"I’m very disappointed, Nezha," Ao Bing finally said. "I thought we had reached some understanding, but clearly I was wrong. You don’t care about our agreement, or about how others feel; you only care about your own freedom and happiness."
These words struck Nezha like a knife, piercing the most sensitive part of his heart. He had been criticized for being irresponsible and selfish since childhood, and now this roommate he barely knew was judging him in the same way as his father and teachers.
"You don’t know anything about me!" Nezha shouted, his emotions boiling over. "Who do you think you are? A moral judge? What gives you the right to judge me? Just because you're a top student? Because you follow those stupid rules?"
Ao Bing was taken aback by Nezha's outburst but quickly regained his composure. "I’m not judging you; I’m just stating facts. If you feel offended by this, perhaps it’s because deep down, you know I’m right."
This calm analysis only fueled Nezha's anger further. He grabbed the speaker and pressed play again, filling the space with music once more.
"Listen up, this is who I am!" Nezha nearly shouted, "If you don't like it, you can get lost!"
Ao Bing looked at the furious Nezha, a flicker of hurt flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He said nothing more, silently packed his bag, and walked toward the door.
Before leaving, Ao Bing glanced back, his voice nearly drowned out by the music. "Maybe you're right; we shouldn't be living together. I'll apply to change dorms tomorrow."
With that, he pushed the door open and stepped outside. The door slammed shut behind him, but the sound was almost inaudible amidst the deafening music.
Nezha stood frozen in place, staring at the closed door, suddenly feeling a sense of emptiness. He turned off the music, and the dorm fell into a deathly silence. He walked to the window and saw Ao Bing's figure gradually disappearing along the path on campus.
"Bastard..." Nezha muttered under his breath, unsure if he was cursing Ao Bing or himself.
He sat on the edge of his bed and suddenly noticed an ancient book on Ao Bing's desk. The cover looked old but was well-preserved, with several strange symbols on the spine that he couldn't understand. Curiously, Nezha picked up the book and flipped it open, only to be surprised to find that the contents were not ordinary text but rather bizarre symbols and patterns—some even resembling... "dragons?"
Nezha squinted as he examined one illustration—a giant dragon coiled among the clouds, with surging waves behind it. The image reminded him of a dream he had last night, evoking a familiar yet foreign feeling.
"Who is this guy really?" Nezha muttered to himself as he closed the book and placed it back where it belonged.
He glanced at the clock; it was almost time for their scheduled gathering. Taking a deep breath, Nezha tried to shake off the distracting thoughts in his mind. He changed his clothes, grabbed his speaker and phone, and prepared to head out.
Before leaving, he took one last look at Ao Bing's side of the room—neat, orderly, and quiet—standing in stark contrast to his own chaos. For some reason, Nezha felt a wave of irritation and unease wash over him, as if something important was about to slip away from his life.
"Whatever," Nezha shook his head and turned to close the door. "In a few days, I'll be back in my own dorm and won't have to see that annoying guy again."
Yet for some reason, this thought did not bring him the ease and relief he had imagined.
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