ABO The Boss Is Obsessed With Me - Chapter 5
Since their hurried farewell, Yi Yu hadn’t seen that person again.
Yet the man’s face and figure remained like a needle piercing his already leaky heart.
Sitting blankly in his dorm room, Yi Yu suddenly recalled a line: Just one glance at you in the crowd, and I can never forget you.
School of Economics and Management?
Wasn’t Yu Ziqi in the School of Economics and Management?
Maybe I could offer some help…
Always acting on impulse, Yi Yu immediately dialed his friend’s number.
“What time do you get out of class this afternoon?”
“5:30! What’s up? Did your conscience finally kick in and you’re coming to pick me up?”
“Stop teasing me! I’ve got my eye on someone and need your help…”
Fully prepared, Yi Yu stood on the balcony, fussing with his hair in the mirror. He secretly used his roommate’s hairspray to fix the hairstyle he’d painstakingly styled. After spraying some long-unused cologne into the air, he rushed through the fragrant mist, letting the scent settle on him. He then sprayed a little on his wrists, rubbed them together, and dabbed the cologne behind his ears.
Let’s go!
The sun wasn’t out today, the sky overcast and threatening rain. Dark, heavy clouds piled up in layers, casting a gloomy shadow over what should have been a bright time of day. The horizon glowed with a murky, yellowish light.
The teaching building was massive, with six entrances scattered around its perimeter.
Yi Yu had impulsively come here hoping for a chance encounter, never anticipating this somber atmosphere.
He sat in the small convenience store on the first floor, alternating between checking his phone and staring intently at the empty stairwell.
He was gambling on luck, hoping the person he longed to see would emerge from this very exit.
About fifteen minutes later, the dismissal bell rang.
Students without classes jostled each other as they streamed down the stairs. Yi Yu pushed himself up from his seat, leaned forward, and peered through the clear glass, scanning the crowd. But as the throng dispersed, Sima Qingshan’s figure remained elusive.
Disheartened, Yi Yu sank back into his chair. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed behind him—the distinct clack-clack of leather shoes on the floor.
He turned his head slightly and saw Sima Qingshan, dressed in a suit and carrying a sky-blue folder, walking toward him.
Yi Yu jerked his head back, tearing his burning gaze away. He sat rigidly, his face flushed crimson, as if his pressure points had been sealed. His nostrils flared slightly from holding his breath, his lips pressed tightly together, barely daring to breathe. The rapid, thunderous pounding of his heart echoed in his narrow chest.
He twisted his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye. Sima Qingshan was sitting nearby, his back to Yi Yu, talking on the phone. His voice was filled with the carefree joy Yi Yu envied so deeply, and the occasional light laughter sent his heart racing even faster, threatening to burst from his chest.
For as long as Sima Qingshan remained on the phone, Yi Yu silently kept him company in the shadows.
Only after Sima Qingshan left did Yi Yu slowly rise from his seat.
Host’s Golden Microphone? Basketball tournament in the courtyard?
The distance was too great, and Sima Qingshan’s voice too soft, for Yi Yu to hear clearly. But he was certain Sima Qingshan was going to one of these events—he just didn’t know which one.
A tingling numbness spread through his buttocks as he walked over to the seat Sima Qingshan had occupied. He reached out and touched the chair, still warm from the other man’s presence.
Burning hot! Yes, it’s scorching!
Yi Yu emerged from the supermarket into a torrential downpour, punctuated by occasional thunderclaps. He stood at the exit, his gaze drifting aimlessly.
They said it would rain, and it really did.
Just like me. I said we’d have a chance encounter, and we really did—though we didn’t see each other, just briefly shared the same space.
Yi Yu turned back to buy an umbrella. When he returned, the once-empty exit was now occupied by the person he had been longing to see.
That’s how it is with face-obsessed people like me. Even a single glimpse, even if we’re complete strangers, your otherworldly beauty will be seared into my mind. No matter how hard I try to erase it, I can only wait for this feverish heat to slowly subside on its own.