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

Ji Lin tried to go into the kitchen several times, but was driven out by Ling Zhao.

"It takes me ten minutes to cook two bowls of noodles, but it will take you half an hour to come in."

Ling Zhao said this without mercy.

Anyone with any sense of shame would know to quit while they are ahead.

But Ji Lin didn't blush or breathe heavily. He was getting more and more adept at being thick-skinned. "I'll just stand by and watch. Can't I not disturb you?"

"No." Ling Zhao's cheeks felt slightly hot.

Ji Lin standing next to him, even if he didn't say anything, was a distraction.

Just like when he was in school, as long as Ji Lin was around, he would work much slower on his homework.

Although it affected his "sword drawing speed" to a certain extent, he really liked the feeling of having Ji Lin by his side.

Solid and warm.

He glanced at the pitiful Ji Lin standing at the kitchen door, pursed his lips, and said, "Then you just stand aside, don't try, and don't learn, you can't learn it."

"It's just some noodles."

Ling Zhao looked at him meaningfully.

Ji Lin stepped forward under pressure, "If you don't want to learn, then don't learn. When I learn it secretly one day, I will surprise you to death!"

Ling Zhao wanted to say, it’s just a bowl of noodles, how amazing can it be?

But looking at Ji Lin's serious face, he suddenly remembered that when he was in high school, Ji Lin said that he would definitely be an Olympic champion in fencing in the future, and then he would ask him to touch the gold medal.

It seems like Ji Lin from two different periods are overlapping.

Ling Zhao felt both sour and swollen in the heart.

After so many years, he can still meet Ji Lin again, and Ji Lin is still the same as before.

But fate played a joke on Ji Lin again.

Ling Zhao silently withdrew his gaze.

Ji Lin looked at his profile and frowned slightly.

He walked to the cupboard and looked down at Ling Zhao stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

"Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Ling Zhao paused and asked back without even looking up: "Me? No."

"Don't lie to me, I can see it at a glance."

"Really? You're seeing things, and your eyesight isn't good."

Ji Lin hissed, "My eyesight is not good? My vision is 5.3."

Ling Zhao looked at him hesitantly, "Anyway, your eyesight is not good. Besides, didn't you agree not to disturb me?"

Ji Lin had never lost an argument outside, but after Ling Zhao said something, he dared not say a word, for fear that Ling Zhao would drive him out.

He stayed quietly aside, thinking of the fruits in the refrigerator, he took them out, put them in front of the faucet, turned on the lowest water flow, and began to wash the grapes one by one.

While washing, he secretly looked at Ling Zhao again.

Ling Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to wash the grape water, turn up the volume."

"Aren't I afraid that it will affect your performance?"

Ling Zhao had never wanted to hit someone so much.

But I couldn't help laughing.

What a fool.

When Ji Lin saw the smile flashing in his eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Finally, I am no longer unhappy.

He couldn't help feeling proud in his heart. See, he could make Ling Zhao laugh.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was late August. Ling Zhao often traveled between London and Zurich in August. After returning to Zurich, he became busy with his studies and did not meet Ji Lin very often.

That day, after class, Ji Lin returned to his residence and received a call from his mother.

"Why don't you get some beauty sleep?" Ji Lin held the phone, opened the refrigerator door, took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and drank half of it in one breath.

It is now past ten o'clock in the evening in China.

Mother Ji said gently, "How old am I? Do I still need beauty sleep?"

"How old are you? You go to the team..." Ji Lin blurted out that he was already in the fencing team.

He smiled and brushed it off lightly, "My friends all think you are my elder sister. If I wasn't so fresh-looking, they might have thought you were my younger sister. There's nothing I can do about it. I inherited such good genes."

Ji's mother was so happy that she said, "Don't let your sister hear it. She will definitely scold you for calling her old."

"You are her sister, so why is she angry? At most I can just be a little bit wronged and act like her brother."

The more Ji Linyue said, the more his mother laughed. "You are still feeling wronged? When you were a child, you always complained about why I gave birth to you after your sister, so that you couldn't be the eldest brother."

When Ji Lin heard the word "big brother", his heart was shaken.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"It's not like I don't have a place to be a big brother."

The mother and son were chatting. Ji Lin looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening. "Go to bed early, Mom. We'll talk again in the morning. Don't go to bed too late."

Ji's mother then remembered something and asked, "Did you make any new friends in Zurich?"

"I have a few friends I can talk to."

"So, have you met a girl you like?"

Ji Lin was stunned.

There are people I like.

But not girls.

The mother muttered on the other end of the phone, "I can't count on your sister anymore. I originally thought that she and Qin Heng might be together, but now it seems that hope is slim. I can only count on you to let me hold my grandson."

Ji Lin got a headache when he heard about having a grandson.

Ling Zhao...he can't have a child.

Ji Lin scratched his hair, thinking about all sorts of messes.

He muttered quietly, "Does it have to be a girl?"

"What?" Ji's mother raised her voice, "Your father called me just now, I didn't hear it clearly."

Ji Lin breathed a sigh of relief, "It's nothing, I asked you to go to bed early, you can dream about anything."

After Ji's mother and Ji Lin hung up the phone, they returned to the room from the balcony.

She sat on the edge of the bed, dejected, and put her phone on the bedside table.

When Father Ji came out of the bathroom, she quickly stood up and walked towards him, "Old Ji, something big has happened!"

Father Ji was originally drowsy, but was startled by her words, "What?"

"Your son, your son, just now, I called him and asked him if he had a girl he liked. Guess what he said to me?" Ji's mother was so panicked that she was incoherent.

Father Ji clicked his tongue and said, "Don't keep me in suspense. What did my son say?"

"He thought I didn't hear him. He asked me in a low voice, 'Does it have to be a girl?' What do you think he meant? You wouldn't... you wouldn't..."

Father Ji then realized the seriousness of the matter, "You said my son likes boys?"

"I didn't say that!" Ji's mother was anxious, "He said it himself!"

Father Ji took a deep breath and quickly took out his cell phone to call Ji Qing.

As soon as the phone was connected, he started to talk a lot, asking Ji Qing to persuade Ji Lin not to be too impulsive. He was still young, only 25 years old. He had not had much contact with girls before because of training, so he might have some misunderstandings about him...

"That's all?" Ji Qing said with a smile, an indifferent attitude.

Father Ji was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this serious?"

Ji Qing sighed, "I thought he liked other species. A man is at least a human being. What are you afraid of?"