Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

That day, Ji Lin came out of the professor's office and received a message with the name of the college, course schedule and phone number.

It turns out that Ling Zhao is studying for a master's degree here.

He stood in the sun, and the moment his fingertips touched the phone number, he felt as if he was burned.

There are people coming and going all around.

Ji Lin let out a breath, walked to a place where there was no one, and then dialed the number.

The phone rang for a long time before a low, androgynous voice came from the other end, asking in French, "Hello?"

Half of Ji Lin's body was numb.

After all these years, he has not forgotten this voice.

It really is Ling Zhao.

Ji Lin cleared his throat and said in French: "Hello, is this Ling Zhao?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

But it was during these few seconds that Ji Lin suddenly realized: "Did you recognize my voice?"

The next second, the call was hung up.

Ji Lin listened to the busy tone on his phone, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "You're so brave!"

He put his phone in his pocket and got on his bike.

He just looked at the schedule. Today is Monday and Ling Zhao has classes in the morning.

He rode his bike to the teaching building and found where Ling Zhao had class.

It was now class time. Ji Lin parked his bicycle aside, pretended to walk in through the back door with a book in his hand, and found a seat to sit down.

Ling Zhao was taking a graduate course in business administration, which overlapped with his finance course. Although it sounded difficult, Ji Lin didn't pay any attention.

He sat in the corner and looked out over the entire classroom.

Finally, I found a figure with soft hair in the middle row.

The thin white neck faintly visible between the short hair and the collar made Ji Lin recognize at a glance that it was the person he met that day, Ling Zhao.

After being hung up on just now, I swore that I would teach this brat a lesson when I see him again. He even dared to hang up the phone on my former big brother!

But when he saw the skinny and easy-to-bully Ling Zhao, the gang in his heart was extinguished with a puff.

I can't get angry at all.

Ling Zhao is considered to be short and thin among men.

When he combined the image with the one in his memory, Ji Lin realized that Ling Zhao didn't seem to have grown up much.

Still the same as before, a small ball that makes people want to bully it.

……

Finally the get out of class was over and everyone left, but Ling Zhao was still sitting in his seat, writing or drawing something.

Ji Lin sat in his original seat and looked at his back. Why did he still look the same as when he was in high school?

He doesn't talk to people or make friends actively. He always waits until most people have left before he goes home.

Ling Zhao looked up and saw that there were almost no people in the classroom.

He closed the book, put his pencil case and books into his bag, and waited to discuss a problem with his tutor later.

He was so preoccupied with something in his mind that he didn't notice anyone approaching him.

Until a shadow loomed in front of him and a unique masculine aura approached, he subconsciously took a step back and clutched his schoolbag.

Before he could raise his head, a smiley voice filled his ears: "You are still so timid."

Ling Zhao raised his head suddenly and met a pair of bright eyes with distinct black and white.

Those eyes under the ink-black eyebrows appeared very clear and clean, as if not stained with a trace of dust. When they smiled, they were like spring rain, so clean that it was frightening.

Ling Zhao turned around without thinking and was about to leave from the other side.

Ji Lin sighed, supported himself on the table with one hand, leaped up, and jumped directly to the other side of the table, landing easily in front of Ling Zhao, like an eagle that had caught a little rabbit.

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned down slightly to meet Ling Zhao's eye level. "Why are you hiding from me?"

Ling Zhao was about to turn around again, but Ji Lin quickly grabbed the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and said, "Where else do you want to run, little thing?"

"Let go!" Ling Zhao pulled back the shoulder strap of the schoolbag.

But Ji Lin refused to let go. Although the hand that once held the sword could no longer be used in the competition, his strength was still very great. Ling Zhao, with his thin arms and legs, was no match for him at all.

Ji Lin pulled the man forward with a little force. He grabbed Ling Zhao by the collar of his neck as he did before and asked, "Why are you hiding? Do you recognize me?"

Ling Zhao raised one hand and placed it between them, breathing slightly, "Ji Lin."

Ji Lin had heard these two words since he was a child and had become numb to them.

Somehow, it sounded different when heard from Ling Zhao's mouth.

Not now, but I had this feeling when I was in high school.

He didn't ask further, but asked him: "Since you recognized me, why are you hiding from me?"

"I'm not hiding from you." Ling Zhao quietly distanced himself from them.

Unexpectedly, Ji Lin, like a cat catching a mouse, loosened his grip a little and then pulled him closer again, "You're not hiding from me, why are you running around like a headless fly?"

"You suddenly appeared and scared me. I didn't react."

Listening to his well-reasoned words, Ji Lin wanted to teach him a lesson, but when he met those innocent eyes, he thought, forget it, there is no point in arguing with a little thing.

But he still asked, "You recognized me that day, why are you running away?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have called out his name in that tone when he asked if anyone recognized him.

There were no surprises, no delights, and not even any excessive changes in expression.

It wouldn't be like it is now, where every word doesn't sound like the truth.

This clearly shows that you are mentally prepared.

Ling Zhao still held onto the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and said, "I was almost late for class that day."

Ji Lin took a look at his little movements.

He recalled that back then, when Ling Zhao got nervous, he would either grab the corner of his clothes or the shoulder strap of his schoolbag.

He snorted, "You didn't have any classes that day."

"I made an appointment with my instructor, you don't understand."

Ji Lin looked at Ling Zhao seriously, and Ling Zhao looked away. "I have something to ask my tutor later. Can you let me go first?"

Ji Lin said nothing, opened the book, took out the bookmark and handed it to him, "You dropped it on the ground that day, I posted a lost and found notice, didn't you see it?"

Ling Zhao paused after taking the bookmark, lowered his eyes, and said, "I seldom go online, so I didn't see it."

He put the bookmark into his schoolbag, and then he noticed that Ji Lin's other hand was holding onto one of the shoulder straps. "You rarely go online, do you have few friends?"

In the past, Ling Zhao kept to himself and had no friends or close classmates.

Later, she was brought by him to talk to Fu Yan for a few words. Apart from that, he was immersed in his own world most of the time, not talking or making friends.

Many times, Ji Lin thought he was a loner, but after getting to know him for a while, he realized that Ling Zhao was a slow-warm-up type.

It's like a self-protection mechanism.

After not seeing each other for so many years, he couldn't help but ask a question.

Has he made any new friends?