A social phobic can also fall in love.

Chapter 2

Yan Tingmo curled up on his bed, scrolling through comments one by one. Out of a hundred comments, ninety urged him to break up rather than reconcile, reveling in the drama.

Unfortunately, Yan Tingmo, being naturally naive, thought the netizens genuinely cared for him and wanted him to avoid a wrong path and escape the misery of a failed relationship.

He found their advice reasonable. True love shouldn’t be about physical desire! If that was the case, Qi Xing must not truly love him and only wanted to sleep with him!

This won’t do, Yan Tingmo! Be bold! Following the netizens’ advice, break up amicably and avoid wasting time for both parties!

However, the thought of breaking up made him shrink back in fear. He couldn’t muster the courage to face Qi Xing and propose a breakup. After all, Qi Xing was the one who had suggested, “Let’s date on a trial basis for a week and make it official afterward.”

Since he couldn’t bring it up face-to-face, what should he do? Staring blankly at the wall, he didn’t even hear his roommate calling him several times.

“Mo Zai?” His roommate, He Shiyang, raised his voice, startling Yan Tingmo, who instinctively hid his phone under his pillow. Turning around, he poked his head out and mumbled, “Huh? What is it?”

“What are you doing?” He Shiyang pretended to climb onto his bed to check. “I’ve been calling you for ages. Let me see what you’re up to.”

“Hey!” Yan Tingmo bolted upright, clutching his blanket to deflect the question. “Did you need something?”

Seeing his evasive demeanor, He Shiyang decided to stop teasing him. “Zhang Miao and Zhou Fei want hotpot. Do you want to join us?”

Yan Tingmo’s gaze fell on the blanket. “I’ll skip. I didn’t sleep well last night and want to take a nap.”

“Oh.” He Shiyang gave him a knowing look. “Alright then, rest well. We’ll take you along next time.”

Yan Tingmo nodded silently, watching his three roommates leave.

He didn’t have a particularly close relationship with them—neither bad nor good. He preferred solitude. He would respond when someone addressed him but otherwise remained low-key and invisible.

Though he wasn’t hungover, the events of the previous night kept replaying endlessly in his mind like a spell: checking into a hotel, condoms, kissing—all things he had never experienced before. But just hours ago, he’d gone through it all firsthand.

Thinking about the netizens’ suggestions, he let out a frustrated sigh. Why does life have so many troubles? Why can’t it just be simple—sleep, attend classes, eat—without dealing with relationships, emotions, and other people’s feelings? Wouldn’t living in your own world be great?

Sitting at his desk, he spaced out. His desk, facing the window, was cluttered with a computer, drawing tablet, controller, sketch paper, pencils, and various materials. When tired from drawing, he would lift his head to take in the full view of the sports field.

At that moment, Qi Xing, who had dropped him off at the dorm that morning, was on the court, sweating it out. Even though Yan Tingmo didn’t understand basketball, he could tell Qi Xing looked impressive while playing.

Qi Xing, wearing his jersey, had the build of a young man. His broad shoulders weren’t overly muscular, and his upright posture exuded strength without being bulky. The smooth lines of his shoulder blades and his lean muscles…

Wait, what am I thinking?

Yan Tingmo quickly stopped himself, shaking away the image of Qi Xing from his mind, resuming his usual aloof demeanor.

Outwardly, he seemed reserved and cool. But deep down, he was brewing a significant plan: How to awkwardly but politely break up with Qi Xing.

Talking in person was out of the question—what if Qi Xing got mad and things turned ugly? Calling wasn’t ideal either—what if Qi Xing questioned him? Texting? No, that wouldn’t work. Qi Xing might seize the chance to start a conversation.

Actually, none of these reasons truly mattered. The main concern was etiquette.

As a well-mannered individual, he decided to write a letter instead!

While Qi Xing was still playing basketball, he would quickly write the letter and ask his roommate to deliver it. That way, he could avoid meeting Qi Xing while gently expressing his intention to break up.

Let’s do it!

He rummaged through his desk but couldn’t find any stationery. As he glanced around aimlessly, his eyes landed on a brand-new pink letter paper on Zhou Wen’s desk.

What luck!

Climbing onto his bed, he retrieved his phone and texted Zhou Wen.

[Bubble Mo]: Zhou Wen, may I use the letter paper on your desk? I’ll buy a replacement later.

Zhou Wen replied quickly: Sure, no need to replace it.

Just as Yan Tingmo was about to insist, Zhou Wen sent another message: Is it for a love letter to Qi Xing? Need help writing it?

Yan Tingmo froze. No, you’ve got it wrong. It’s not a love letter—it’s a breakup letter.

After politely declining Zhou Wen’s help, he began drafting the letter on the pink paper. However, as he prepared to write, he hesitated. How do you even write a breakup letter?

Feeling stuck, he searched online for inspiration. After some effort, he finally finished a roughly 200-word breakup letter.

Standing up, he stretched lazily. Outside, on the court, Qi Xing was still playing, radiating youthful charm. Taking a deep breath, Yan Tingmo folded the letter, slipped it into an envelope, and walked determinedly toward Qi Xing’s dorm.

When Qi Xing’s roommate opened the door and saw him, he was visibly surprised. “Looking for Qi Xing? He’s not here.”

“Yeah.” Yan Tingmo, expressionless, pulled out the pink envelope and sincerely said, “Could you please pass this to him? Thank you.”

“What’s this?” The roommate glanced at the envelope. “A love letter?”

Yan Tingmo didn’t explain, only repeated, “Please take care of it.”

After returning to his room, he anxiously hid under his blanket, unsure of how Qi Xing would react. Meanwhile, Qi Xing, discovering the “love letter,” was filled with joy—until he read the opening words: Breakup Letter.

Anger surged within him, and he called Yan Tingmo repeatedly, only to be met with silence. By evening, the strain of emotions, exhaustion from basketball, and sleeplessness led to him falling ill with a high fever, while an oblivious Yan Tingmo celebrated online:

[Bubble Mo]: Relationship terminated.