Chapter 85 (2/2)

He Jin was not sure if Qin Yu bought him this 7-up, or he’d forgotten to take it when he went out, he took a photo of it and sent to Qin Yu, “is it yours?”

Qin Yu replied, “it’s for you, haha.”

This “haha” made He Jin embarrassed…what did Qin Yu want to show? To make He Jin remember him? He tried to shake off his thoughts, took a chicken nugget and started eating.

The train started and silently drove to the hometown where He Jin was born. He Jin looked out the window, still missing the place where he departed.

He remembered the moment when he finished sending his message and looked up, the way Qin Yu looked when he ran toward him through the crowd. His unzipped black jacket, and his hair…he looked so handsome at that moment. He’d never forget this scene. Also, there’s something in the way Qin Yu looked at him before the train left. That way of look made He Jin felt like they were in love…

He Jin shook his head, as he’d already ‘committed’ himself with Fire in the game, with his feelings to Qin Yu, he felt as if he’s cheating on Fire in reality.

Qin Yu was a great guy, but He Jin decided to control himself.

Well, it’s a game. In reality, it’d be nearly impossible to have a relationship with a man.

He Jin played with his bracelet and sent Fire a message.

Ah Jin, “I’m going home.”

Fire, “will you still be able to get online at home?”

Ah Jin, “yes, since I’ve brought my helmet too. But I won’t be as free as in my dormitory. I’ll probably only be able to get online at night…will it affect your training plan?”

Fire, “not at all. You just have to participate in one PK contest of spiritual pets. Don’t worry about it. I’ve abused them for so long.”

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Ah Jin, “…okay.”

Fire, “can we still contact each other offline when you’re there?”

Ah Jin, “I suppose so.” He wasn’t sure whether his mother would check his messages. He’d be screwed if she did.

Fire, “ok, if you miss me, send me a message via ME.”

He Jin, “…”

At 7:30 pm, He Jin arrived at the Q city station, and the sky had gone completely dark. At the exit, He Jin saw his father. He was wearing his usual down which he’d been wearing for the last few decades. With a hunchback, he was smoking. Instead of a retired intellectual, he looked more like a low-class blue collar. He Jin felt a bit sad and yelled, “Dad!”

His dad smiled; his face was all wrinkled. He replied lightly, “here you come.” He was going to help He Jin with his luggage, which was rejected, “let me do it myself!” He walked in front of his Dad, leading him.

“How are we getting home?” He Jin asked.

“We’ll get a taxi.” His dad took some crumpled paper notes from his pocket, and he said again, “don’t tell your mother.”