Scum smell

In fact, speaking of it, Ji Yao's vision is not very picky. When he talks about boyfriends, he is mainly obsessed with the pleasure of playing with the other party in his hands. He doesn't care about that person as long as he is good-looking and has a good personality.

Wen Lin's conditions are considered top-notch, but Ji Yao has never thought about it.

This person is as the name suggests, gentle and handsome, and has a good personality. He is probably the affectionate, gentle, considerate and warm man that was popular in the Mainland ten years ago--thinking of this, Ji Yao felt that he had found the answer.

Such an outdated character design - this is the fate of a ten thousand year male second!

If he didn't change his temperament, Wen Lin would probably be out of action for the rest of his life.Ji Yao bit the straw, thinking leisurely.There's no way, he just can't bear to be so gentle and affectionate.

Wen Lin, who didn't know what he had been buried into, took the milk tea in Ji Yao's hand, then pulled out a paper towel, carefully wiped off the water droplets formed on the outside of the cup, and took out another piece of paper to wrap the whole cup of milk tea , and then handed it to Ji Yao again: "Drink."

Ji Yao held the milk tea that was not cold at all: "..."

He sighed silently in his heart, look, look, this is Wen Lin.She always treats him like a girl, and even takes two steps, wishing to carry him on her back for fear that he will fall.

No matter how you say it, he is a man of control, being taken care of so carefully by a man who has other plans for him, like coaxing his daughter... He really can't like it.

However, Wen Lin didn't do it on purpose, he loved him so much from the bottom of his heart.

Can he say "no"?Once Ji Yao told Wen Lin tactfully, we are both men, and I am not much younger than you, so you don't have to do this.As a result, Wen Lin felt aggrieved immediately after hearing it, and looked at him with a frown, not knowing what else was going on in his mind, looking terribly sad.

... Ji Yao was so frightened that he immediately shut up, not daring to speak again.

On the other hand, although he is a scumbag, he is not hard-hearted after all.He didn't intend to give up the entire forest for Wen Lin, but he was also grateful for Wen Lin's kindness to him, so considering the friendship between the two for so many years, let Wen Lin go.

Such a fresh and pleasant white lotus, Ji Yao was not blessed to enjoy it, and it was quite nice to think of it from time to time to have a look at the scene.

Wen Lin turned his head, and asked him with a smile: "I may have to stay here for two days, is there anything you want to go to?"

Ji Yao thought about it, and said no, how about going to play basketball in the afternoon.

Wen Lin nodded, then hesitantly asked if he wanted to be called Zhang He.

Of course not called Zhang He.

Ji Yao rolled his eyes in his heart, and thought to himself, don’t you despise Zhang He’s light bulb? Besides, Zhang He is not willing to come. That person is lazy and afraid of trouble. From now on, unless you are being dragged by Ji Yao, you will never approach them.

Wen Lin was happy, and looked contentedly at Ji Yao's side face biting the straw, with soft brows and watery eyes.

Ji Yao took it for granted and didn't respond - if you had been stared at like this for five or six years, you wouldn't have any reaction.

But he got used to it, and others didn't.For example, passers-by, for example, Jiang Qiutong.

He just finished class and was walking towards the cafeteria when he saw Ji Yao walking towards him with a strange boy.His eyes were sharp and his ears were even sharper. He happened to hear two girls passing by whispering: "Are those two boys a gay couple? They are so handsome."

Jiang Qiutong: "..."

After a moment of reaction, he realized who the so-called gay couple was referring to.He shook his head, thinking that the girl now is really amazing, but when his eyes fell on the two of them again, he paused again.

A sense of weirdness struck.He stopped involuntarily.

Jiang Qiutong couldn't help but be insensitive. He is a psychology student, and he has a cousin who came out of the closet early in the family. He is much clearer about the ways between men and men than ordinary straight men.

Ji Yao was holding the milk tea and was concentrating on biting the straw, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Qiutong.He raised his smiling face and waved at Jiang Qiutong from a distance: "Jiang—old—teacher—"

There is still a distance between them, but Ji Yao's appearance is indeed a bit cramped.

Jiang Qiutong smiled. He walked over and asked casually, "I'm still going outside the school at this point, are you planning to skip class?"

Their school is frighteningly large. After class at noon, few students choose to go out to eat—it is too far away, and if they can’t wait for the school bus, it will take a whole noon to go back and forth.

Ji Yao waved his hand: "Wow, I don't have class this afternoon. It just so happens that my buddy is here to handle errands, so I'll take him to have a good meal."

His words were frank and frank, his eyes did not hide his expression, and he was a model straight man exuding awe-inspiring righteousness-this expression was learned from Zhang He.

Jiang Qiutong was slightly relieved, and in a blink of an eye, he glanced at Wen Lin who was standing beside him without any trace.Wen Lin didn't give him a look, and still looked at Ji Yao who was talking, with a smile on his lips, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Jiang Qiutong: "..."

He withdrew his gaze and waved his hands: "Go, you brats, the seats will be taken up if you're late."

Ji Yao laughed, nodded and made a grimace, dragged Wen Lin and ran away.

Ji Yao should be fine, but his friend... the young man now, tsk tsk tsk.

Jiang Qiutong shook his head, thinking secretly for a moment whether he should mention Ji Yao cryptically, but then he thought that would be too many things.What is he involved in with children's affairs?

He put this idea of ​​gossip behind him, and went to the cafeteria leisurely.

Unexpectedly, there is a word in this world called "slap in the face."

Later, when he recalled his inner activities during this memory, he only felt the slaps being slapped on his face, which was painful.