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The two continued their discussion, gradually reaching a series of compromises that both could accept: Nezha could drink in moderation, but not excessively, and he couldn't invite friends over to the dorm for drinks; Ao Bing could wake up early, but he had to try not to make noise; they would take turns cleaning the common areas; and on weekends, they could relax the schedule a bit...
"That's settled then!" Nezha said, extending his hand. "What do you think, roommate?"
Ao Bing looked at Nezha's outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, then gently shook it. "Pleasure working together, roommate."
Their hands clasped in the air, and a strange current seemed to pass between them. Nezha felt Ao Bing's hand was cool and soft, completely different from what he had imagined; Ao Bing noticed that Nezha's palm was warm and strong, carrying a reassuring strength.
In that moment, something seemed to quietly change.
In the following days, they lived according to their new agreement. Although there were still occasional minor frictions, overall it was much more harmonious than before. Nezha began to consciously tidy up his area and even took the initiative to take out the trash; Ao Bing learned to relax a bit and stopped nitpicking every little detail.
On Thursday evening, Nezha returned from soccer practice, drenched in sweat. He pushed open the dorm door and found Ao Bing sitting at the desk with a birthday cake in front of him, several candles flickering in the dim light of the room.
"What’s going on here?" Nezha asked as he set down his bag and walked closer. "A birthday cake? Is today your birthday?"
Ao Bing nodded. "Yes, my 20th birthday."
"Oh my gosh, you should have told me sooner!" Nezha exclaimed. "I could have helped you prepare something!"
"It's fine; I'm used to spending it alone." Ao Bing's tone was calm, but there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes that Nezha caught.
Suddenly understanding something, Nezha said, "Wait a moment!" He dashed out of the dorm and soon rushed back in with a bag in hand.
"Happy Birthday!" Nezha said as he pulled out a bottle of juice and two cups from the bag. "I didn't prepare a gift, but at least we can celebrate together, right?"
Ao Bing was taken aback for a moment, seemingly surprised by Nezha's gesture. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a genuine smile. "Thank you, Nezha."
"No need to be polite; we're roommates now!" Nezha laughed heartily as he sat down across from Ao Bing. "Come on, make a wish!"
Ao Bing gazed at the flickering candlelight, closed his eyes, and seemed to be making a wish. After a moment, he opened his eyes and gently blew out the candle.
"What did you wish for?" Nezha asked curiously.
"If I tell you, it won't come true," Ao Bing replied with a mysterious smile before cutting a small piece of cake and handing it to Nezha.
Nezha took the cake and took a bite. "Mmm, delicious! Where did you buy this?"
"I made it myself," Ao Bing said softly. "I learned in the baking club at school."
"You can bake cakes too?" Nezha exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, is there anything you can't do?"
Ao Bing smiled but didn’t answer; he simply continued to eat his piece of cake in silence. Nezha noticed that when Ao Bing genuinely smiled, the usually calm and indifferent eyes sparkled with warmth, making him seem lively and no longer the distant "Ice Block Face."
"By the way, I've always been curious," Nezha set down his cup. "Why is your hair blue? Did you dye it?"
Ao Bing paused slightly, his fork hovering in mid-air. He looked down at the cake, seemingly pondering how to respond to that question.
"This is natural," he finally replied, his voice soft, "it's hereditary."
"Really?" Nezha leaned in closer, examining Ao Bing's hair color with great interest. "I thought you were the type to be a cool rock youth, secretly dyeing your hair."
Ao Bing chuckled at Nezha's idea. "Me? A rock youth?"
"Isn't that so?" Nezha grinned. "Maybe you even have tattoos hidden under those neatly pressed shirts."
"You have quite the imagination," Ao Bing shook his head, though a hint of a smile lingered in his eyes.
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