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

After returning to the classroom, Ji Lin moved his desk next to Ling Zhao and officially became Ling Zhao's deskmate.

"From now on, no one will bully you."

Because Ling Zhao originally had no deskmate, when he moved there, the head teacher didn't say anything and even told him earnestly to get along well with Ling Zhao.

Ji Lin’s homeroom teacher’s surname is Liu, who was also his sister’s homeroom teacher in high school.

Ling Zhao clenched the pen in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

He whispered something, but Ji Lin didn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

Ling Zhao opened his lips and said it again.

Just then, a few boys passed by noisily, and Ji Lin didn't hear clearly.

He frowned irritably and leaned closer to Ling Zhao, his ear almost touching his face. "Say it again."

The sudden approach seemed to frighten Ling Zhao.

He instinctively stepped back, but he was originally sitting on the edge of the chair, and as he stepped back, his butt was empty and he was about to fall out.

Ji Lin quickly pulled the man back and said, "I'm not going to hit you, why are you afraid of me?"

Ling Zhao was pressed down on his seat. Ji Lin put one hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. "Your shoulders are so thin. Exercise more when you have time. When you are strong, no one will dare to bully you."

Ling Zhao seemed to be frightened by the accident just now, his face turned red, and he nodded as if he understood.

"So what did you say just now?" Ji Lin asked.

He looked at Ling Zhao patiently, and moved slightly closer, not as close as before, so as not to scare the little thing again.

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and whispered, "Thank you for helping me out just now."

Ji Lin waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's nothing. I think we get along well and I just can't stand others bullying you."

Ling Zhao glanced at his profile quietly and clenched his fingers tightly.

"What? You don't even show any appreciation now that I'm moving in?" Ji Lin patted the shoulder of Fu Yan who was sitting at the table in front of him.

Fu Yan slowly turned around, put a flattering expression on her face, and clapped her hands gently to express her welcome.

"Get lost." Ji Lin rolled his eyes.

Not serious at all.

At that time, Ji Lin didn’t like studying and spent most of his class time sleeping. His grades were always in the average to below average range and were quite stable.

Because there is no room for retreat.

Even Fu Yan couldn't save him.

That day, Ji Lin slept on the desk during class as usual.

The English teacher was giving a lecture at the podium. Ling Zhao was looking for a pen on the table. The pen rolled to Ji Lin's side and got stuck right under his finger.

He was sleeping with his face turned towards Ling Zhao.

It was an extremely beautiful and handsome face, and even though half of it was pressed on his arm, it was not affected at all.

On the contrary, because he was asleep, he looked a little more...cute, which is rarely seen in normal days.

Ling Zhao hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and fiddled with the pen with his index finger a few times, but unexpectedly it got stuck deeper and deeper. Ji Lin, who was sleeping, unconsciously grabbed it and held the pen tightly.

When Ji Lin opened his eyes, he saw Ling Zhao, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, with a flushed face.

Seeing him wake up, I was even more at a loss.

He realized it belatedly and grabbed the other person's pen, sighed, and quickly handed it over, "I fell asleep and didn't know it, just take it directly."

Why are you so shy?

Ji Lin changed his position and continued to sleep.

Suddenly he felt someone poking his arm with something.

He sat up straight and turned his head.

It was Ling Zhao who poked him with a pen.

As soon as he turned his head, Ling Zhao immediately stopped his little movements and whispered, "Do you want to read some books?"

Ji Lin frowned, "Are you talking to me?"

Ling Zhao nodded.

"You read more by yourself. I'm going to sleep first." Ji Lin said, and was about to lie down to sleep again.

Ling Zhao took a deep breath, and before he lay down, he mustered up his courage and said with a red face: "How can you be my big brother if you are like this?"

Ji Lin paused and thought to himself, this little guy is really brave. "Just because I'm uneducated, I can't be your big brother?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips.

Ji Lin is rarely controlled by others. Except for the blood suppression of his sister, no one can control him.

But somehow, this little thing's provocation really touched his heart.

Ji Lin took a breath, "You little Dong..."

But in the end, even though he was cursing, he still took out his textbook and listened to the rest of the class.

During the break, when Fu Yan saw the few notes on his English textbook, she couldn't believe it and asked, "You were possessed?"

Ji Lin frowned, "Can't you see me doing well?"

Fu Yan glanced at him and Ling Zhao suspiciously, "Why do you listen to Ling Zhao so much?"

"I'm self-aware. It has nothing to do with him." Ji Lin closed the book and tugged at Ling Zhao. "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

Ling Zhao pulled his sleeve back from Ji Lin's hand and shook his head.

Ji Lin walked out with his hands in his pockets, muttering, "He looked so frail, but I didn't expect his kidney function to be so good."

……

In the blink of an eye, winter arrived and the temperature in South City dropped sharply.

The heating is on in the classroom.

As soon as Ji Lin entered the classroom, he took off his coat and casually put it on the back of the chair. He moved the chair and asked Ling Zhao: "Aren't you hot?"

He also wore a down jacket over his school uniform.

Ling Zhao shook his head, "I have a cold, not a fever."

"Catch a cold?" Ji Lin subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead.

The warm and dry palm passed through Ling Zhao's hair and touched his full and clean forehead. The other hand touched his own forehead, "You really have a fever. Have you taken medicine?"

Ling Zhao lowered his head to avoid his hand, fiddled with his hair, and whispered, "No, taking too much medicine will affect kidney function."

Ji Lin chuckled, "How dare you use my words to stop me, you little brat? If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, don't force yourself."

During the break, Ling Zhao took his cup to the water room to get some water.

Ji Lin saw that he had to stop to rest every few steps. He was very worried about his weak appearance. When he stood up, he asked Fu Yan if he wanted him to help fetch water.

Fu Yan flipped through the book and handed him a cup of water. "I want it hot, not warm."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Lin took the cup and left.

"Why are you so impatient?" Fu Yan looked at his back speechlessly as he quickly left.

Ji Lin was tall and had long legs, so he quickened his pace and soon caught up with Ling Zhao.

The water in Ling Zhao's cup that he had placed on the bar was overflowing. He was leaning over the side with his back bent, as if he didn't notice anything.

Ji Lin felt something was wrong when he saw this, and hurried forward, "Ling Zhao!"

He turned off the water dispenser with one hand, held Ling Zhao's arm with the other, and asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ling Zhao shook his head weakly, his pale lips moving, but he couldn't utter a word, and fell on Ji Lin.