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

Ling Zhao suddenly exerted force and pulled the shoulder strap of his schoolbag back, "I don't need any friends."

He turned and walked to the other side. Ji Lin walked around the long desk, spread his long legs, quickened his pace, and caught up with him in a few steps.

Ling Zhao is only 1.7 meters tall and thin, which makes him look very petite among the men, especially in a place with so many foreigners.

Ji Lin chased after him, "What about me as your friend? Or do you hang up on me because you think I'm not a friend?"

I still feel upset about the fact that he hung up the phone without saying a word.

Ling Zhao lowered his eyes and bowed his head slightly, his slightly long bangs hiding the expression in his eyes.

He gripped the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and whispered, "I didn't mean to hang up on you. I thought the call was a scam."

"I don't believe you!" The little thing is full of lies.

Ling Zhao looked at his watch and remembered the time he had agreed to meet with his tutor. He looked at Ji Lin hurriedly and said, "Let me go first. I have something to ask my tutor."

"Where are you going?" He had been at the University of Zurich for some time and was no longer unfamiliar with the place.

Guessing his intention, Ling Zhao hesitated, "I can go by myself."

"Aren't you in a hurry? I'll take you there."

When Ling Zhao followed Ji Lin out, he saw Ji Lin walking down the stairs and picking up a bicycle parked on the lawn.

Seeing the surprise on his face, Ji Lin clicked his tongue and walked up to him carrying his bicycle.

He was also a little taller than Ling Zhao when he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

He was born an athlete. Although he was in a coma for several months due to a car accident at the beginning of the year and his muscles atrophied, he trained his body back after waking up. Although he is not as muscular as a fitness coach, he has broad shoulders and long legs. When he stands in front of Ling Zhao, he seems to be shrouded in his shadow.

"Why, you dislike my bike?"

Ling Zhao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, his eyes passing over his two hands holding the handlebars, "Are your hands okay?"

Ji Lin followed his gaze, his heart suddenly shrank, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Riding a bike is still no problem."

After the accident, the sensitivity of both hands was affected, which prevented him from participating in competitions, but it didn't matter what he did as long as it wasn't fencing.

"But how do you know about me?" Ji Lin looked at Ling Zhao.

Someone happened to walk by, and Ling Zhao glanced at him unintentionally and said, "I really like watching fencing matches. Besides, you are not an ordinary athlete. I saw the news that you retired."

Ji Lin pretended to be indifferent and hummed, then got on the bicycle and patted the back seat, "Come on, let me see if it's too heavy."

Ling Zhao walked over and subconsciously wanted to sit sideways. He lowered his eyes, then temporarily spread his legs and sat on it, whispering, "We are the same age."

"Have you forgotten who protected you before? You are my little brother, and I am your big brother."

Ji Lin said as he stepped on the pedal.

Ji Lin's driving skills were fast and steady. The wind whistled in his ears, blowing the corner of Ji Lin's shirt and brushing the back of Ling Zhao's hand.

It was a cloudy day today, without sunshine. It was still a bit cold in Zurich at this time of year, but he felt some warmth passing through his body.

Ling Zhao looked up at the back of Ji Lin's head, then looked away after a while.

After sending Ling Zhao to the bottom of a building, Ji Lin said, "Go ahead."

Ling Zhao took two steps and looked back. "I shouldn't finish so early. You go back first. I'll call you another day... and treat you to a meal."

"Okay." Ji Lin answered straightforwardly, holding the handlebar with one hand.

It was already past lunch time when Ling Zhao came out of his tutor's office.

He came down the stairs with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

There was a black bicycle parked next to the flower bed under the stairs. At this moment, Ji Lin had one foot on the pedal and the other foot on the ground for support, a book in one hand and a pen in the other, reading seriously.

The cloudy light made the outline between his brows more profound.

Ji Lin was already very handsome, like he came out of a comic book, handsome and charming. Such light and shadow made him look somewhat unreal.

Seven years gone.

Ling Zhao took a look and wanted to leave quietly, but he didn't expect Ji Lin to look over at him as if he had sensed something.

When he saw Ling Zhao's legs moving forward, he showed a look that showed he had seen through him, "Want to sneak away?"

"I...I didn't see you." Ling Zhao clutched the shoulder strap of his schoolbag.

Ji Lin threw the books and pen into his backpack, pedaled, and the bicycle smoothly stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

He looked up at the embarrassed Ling Zhao and his little behavior that he hadn't changed in all these years, and sneered, "Why are you avoiding me like this? It's not like you're such a good old friend when we meet."

His frankness made Ling Zhao shrink and look ungenerous.

"I'm not avoiding you. Let's go and have dinner together." Ling Zhao took a deep breath, walked down the stairs, and sat on Ji Lin's bicycle.

The two went to a famous restaurant near the school to have dinner.

It was past mealtime at this time, so the flow of people was relatively small and there were many empty seats.

The two sat down by the window. After ordering their meals, Ji Lin stood up and said, "Would you like to go to the bathroom together?"

After asking, he was stunned for a moment.

When he lived in the team dormitory, several grown men lived together, took showers together, and went to the toilet together. He was used to it, and what he said just now just came out completely spontaneously.

He even asked Fu Yan unintentionally. In his eyes, Fu Yan was not a woman.

But Ling Zhao is a real man, so there is nothing wrong with asking.

"No, I've been there at school." Ling Zhao took the cup and drank water.

Ji Lin said "oh" and went there by himself.

However, as far as he could remember, he had never gone to the bathroom with Ling Zhao.

Most of the time, Ling Zhao would go to the toilet just before class started.

As time went by, some boys with bad behavior in the class started to make fun of Ling Zhao, saying that he was a sissy and didn't dare to go to the bathroom with grown men. They also said that maybe he had a deformity in that part of his body and was afraid of being seen.

Ling Zhao was so angry that his face turned red, and he had to step in to help the situation.

However, he did meet Ling Zhao in the toilet once.

He had just returned to school from the fencing hall and was about to go to the toilet before returning to class. Just as he was standing in front of the urinal and unzipping his pants, he heard footsteps coming.

He didn't care. They were all boys, there was nothing to be shy about, just do what is right.

He just glanced casually, and when he saw that it was Ling Zhao, he was stunned for a moment, then slightly turned sideways and said with a hearty smile: "It's really unprecedented, you come too..."

"What are you doing!" Ling Zhao reacted violently, and his originally loud voice suddenly became a little shrill because it suddenly rose in pitch.

The fair and tender face turned red in an instant, and she hurried into the cubicle and closed the door.

Ji Lin turned back in confusion, shuddered, and then pulled up his trousers. "You scared me. We are all men, is it that serious?"