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

The winter in South City is getting colder.

That day, Ji Lin came out of the room with a pair of gloves and happened to meet Ji Qing who was going to work at the stairs.

Ji Qing raised an eyebrow, "Are you afraid of the cold now?"

Ji Lin said it as if it was natural, "I am protecting the hands of the future Olympic champion, do you understand?"

"Who can understand as well as you do?" Ji Qing rolled her eyes at him.

When he arrived at school, Ji Lin took off his coat as soon as he entered the classroom. It would be hot if he wore thick clothes in the heated classroom.

He handed the pair of fingerless gloves to Ling Zhao, "Wear them when you do your homework in the future. Your hands are so cold, you don't have to worry about freezing to death."

The color of the gloves is neither masculine nor feminine, but neutral.

You can tell it's new at first glance.

Ling Zhao took a look and didn't answer. "No, I'm not that cold."

Ji Lin frowned, and without further ado, he shook his hand and said disdainfully, "It's like ice. Isn't it cold?"

Worried that Ling Zhao might have misunderstood something, Ji Lin said, "Don't think too much. I didn't buy this specifically for you. It was given to me by a fan at the airport after my last match. There were a lot of people there, and I couldn't remember the person's face, so I couldn't return it. It's unused anyway, so it's just right for you to use."

Thinking that Ling Zhao would ask why he didn't give them to Fu Yan, he added, "Fu Xiaoyan has plenty of gloves. She wears them every day and never wears the same pair twice in a week."

As he spoke, Ji Lin's patience ran out.

He grabbed Ling Zhao's hand and put the gloves on him. "Don't be polite with me. You are my little brother."

After doing all this, Ji Lin seemed to feel at ease and took out his books, preparing for the self-study class.

But when he opened the book, he couldn't help but think of this.

What on earth is he feeling guilty about?

When Ji Qing asked him before going out in the morning, he pretended that the gloves were for himself.

But now, he had to explain everything to Ling Zhao from many angles, and even lied.

In fact, he bought the gloves.

When he went shopping with his parents at the mall on the weekend, his parents went to a jewelry store, but he had no interest and just wandered around. When he saw a store selling gloves, he couldn't help but think of Ling Zhao. When he came to his senses, he had already entered the store and started to choose styles.

He even thought about what color Ling Zhao would like.

If it was just an unconscious action then, then what about just now? How to explain the long list of explanations?

Ji Lin was a little upset and couldn't concentrate on reading any of the words in the textbook.

He supported his forehead with his right hand and quietly turned his head to glance at Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao was wearing fingerless gloves and holding a pen, writing and drawing on a notebook. The lines of his profile were smooth and without any edges. The snow outside the window made the skin on his face so white that it seemed to be reflective.

When he is doing something seriously, the corners of his mouth will unconsciously purse.

Ji Lin's gaze fell on his lips, and as he pursed his lips, his Adam's apple moved unconsciously.

When he realized his subconscious action, Ji Lin abruptly withdrew his gaze.

Feeling the strong beating in the left side of his chest, his scalp went numb, along his neck to his spine, his back became stiff and tense, and his face suddenly darkened.

What happened to him?

During the break, Ji Lin went to the bathroom to wash his face and calm down. Before he walked in, he heard two boys in the class whispering.

"Do you think Ji Lin is too nice to Ling Zhao?"

"It's more than just too good. If it weren't for the gender difference, he would treat Ling Zhao like a girlfriend."

"Do you think it's true, as Zhong Li said, that Ji Lin and Ling Zhao are from the same group?"

"Forget it. Ji Lin looks like a real man. How can he be gay?"

"Don't you know that there are tops and bottoms? Ji Lin is definitely the top, the top of the tops, sir."

"Shh, Ji Lin is here." Another person reminded his companion.

The two men quickly pulled up their pants, washed their hands and left in a hurry.

Ji Lin stood there, but suddenly didn't know which direction to go.

Fu Yan had teased him before, but he didn't take it seriously. He just thought that Fu Yan was obsessed with reading BL novels and everyone she saw looked gay.

Zhong Li was talking nonsense and throwing dirty water on Ling Zhao and him. He just wanted to teach that uncultured bastard a lesson and didn't take it seriously.

One person is teasing.

The two people were maliciously slandering.

But three people, four people, more and more people, even himself...

Ji Lin rushed to the faucet, turned on the valve, and hurriedly turned the water flow to the maximum, splashing water back.

There were large areas of wetness on his school uniform, face, and hair.

But he was completely unaware and poured cold water on his face.

The events of the past played out one after another in my mind.

He is a man, a real man from Northeast China, how could he...

How could he...

Falling in love with a guy?

It’s a mistake, it must be a mistake.

Ji Lin entered the classroom from the back door and his eyes fell on Ling Zhao who was sitting in his seat.

He suddenly stopped and turned back to the corridor.

The cold wind was howling. I didn't wipe the water off my face, and my hair was also wet. The water on the chest of my school uniform had seeped into the thin shirt I was wearing underneath.

He didn't feel cold, he just hated himself for not being calm enough.

He must have made a mistake. He felt pity for Ling Zhao because he felt sorry for him. Someone loved him but isolated him. He was all alone and really pitiful.

Yes, he just felt sorry for Ling Zhao.

That's right.

Ji Lin seemed to have found an answer that satisfied himself.

Turn around and go back to the classroom.

As soon as Ling Zhao saw him, he asked anxiously, "Why is your hair wet?"

Not only that, there was water all over my body and face.

He quickly pulled out a pack of tissues and handed it to Ji Lin, "Wipe it off quickly, don't catch a cold."

Ling Zhao was really worried about him, so he quickly took out some tissue and handed it to him, and even used it to wipe the water off his chest.

Ji Lin looked at the tender white hands moving back and forth on his chest, took a step back as if he had been electrocuted, and said politely: "No, I have paper."

As he said this, he sat down, took out his backpack and rummaged through it for a while.

No paper found.

He frowned in annoyance, and his peripheral vision was Ling Zhao's hand extending to him.

"Fu Yan." Ji Lin patted Fu Yan's shoulder.

Fu Yan turned around and was about to wonder why he called her name so seriously, but she saw that his upper body was almost wet.

"How did you..."

"Do you have any paper? Wipe it for me." Ji Lin stretched out his hand towards her.

Fu Yan quickly took a pack of tissues and gave it to him, "Take off your school uniform and change into your own clothes. You'll catch a cold easily."

After listening to Fu Yan's words, Ji Lin took off his school uniform.

In his peripheral vision, Ling Zhao withdrew his hand awkwardly.

He clenched his fingers so hard that he actually broke the zipper of his school uniform. The zipper was stuck in the middle. He tugged hard in frustration and pulled the uniform off.

My fingers were cut by the broken zipper and bled.

Suddenly, a tender white little hand grabbed his hand and wiped away the blood that was seeping out with a tissue.

Ji Lin pulled his hand outwards and Ling Zhao pulled it inwards.

Ji Lin's face darkened for a second, "Don't be like this."