Xie Jiaran woke up late in the morning because of insomnia. When he arrived at the studio, many people were already there.
Class monitor Su Xiaoyue was collecting homework with a thick stack of drawings in her hands.
Xie Jiaran took out the finished draft and handed it over. Su Xiaoyue took a look at it and then gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "As expected of you, the best today."
Xie Jiaran thanked her politely and turned to leave. The classmates who had been stealing glances at her immediately surrounded Su Xiaoyue.
“Look, look!”
"Tsk, it's another day of worshipping the Great God. I feel no waves in my heart."
"The colors and lines are handled so well. What should I do? I suddenly feel like I stayed up most of the night last night to draw a children's picture."
"Hard work is really worthless in the face of talent, alas."
"What are you talking about? This is not an excuse for you to be lazy."
Su Xiaoyue slapped the boy's hand that was about to reach for the drawing and said, "Don't touch it. Be careful not to scratch it. Go back to your seat and practice."
Xie Jiaran habitually went to the left back row. He took only two steps before he saw Lin Shan in the right back row raising his arm and waving at him: "Jiaran, over here! Over here!"
Xie Jiaran just remembered that he had changed seats yesterday.
After pausing slightly, she turned around and happened to pass by a boy. Xie Jiaran moved aside without leaving a trace, and the two of them barely bumped into each other.
But the other party noticed his avoidance with sharp eyes, frowned and glared at him unfriendly.
Xie Jiaran returned to his seat and sat down. Lin Shan immediately stretched his neck to lean forward and said, "Master Xie, how long did you spend on yesterday's homework? Tell me so I can pay my respects to you."
Although it was a close call, the distance was well controlled.
Lin Shan is a person who is a little too cheerful and very sociable.
At the beginning of the school year, when everyone else kept their distance from Xie Jiaran because of his coldness and cleanliness, she still insisted on being friends with him because she believed the random answers from a fortune-telling app on her phone, which said that they were destined to be together.
Xie Jiaran doesn't like physical contact with others, so he resolutely keeps his hands under control and doesn't touch him. Xie Jiaran is a man of few words, but he can talk to himself for a long time, a complete embarrassment-level killer.
After two years of being classmates, he naturally became one of Xie Jiaran's few friends.
"Three hours." He gave an approximate time.
"Wow! That's awesome! You're worthy of being my idol!" Lin Shan gave the class monitor a thumbs up: "I spent a full five hours drawing yesterday, and I still thought I was pretty fast."
"It's really fast." Xie Jiaran said: "In terms of difficulty, if you want to complete this topic well, the average time is more than six hours."
He naturally separated himself from the average time, and his tone was very calm, without any intention of showing off.
"Isn't it?" Lin Shan was smug: "I knew I was getting better and better. Oh, by the way." He remembered something: "When you met Sun Han just now, did he give you a cold look again?"
Xie Jiaran said: "I didn't notice."
Lin Shan said, "I saw him glaring at you. This guy is really like that. He has been unhappy since you won the award. His hostility towards you is written all over his face, as if he is afraid that others can't see it. He makes it seem like you stole his championship."
"No, he has been like this since the first time you crushed him. It's really low for a boy to be so jealous."
"It's the desire to win." Xie Jiaran corrected.
Apart from competing with him overtly or covertly, Sun Han had not done anything excessive towards him, so there was no need to use such a serious word as "jealousy".
"Well, it's all the same." Lin Shan said, "He doesn't feel tired of comparing with others. Anyway, I don't like this kind of people."
The teacher came soon and Lin Shan retracted his head and sat down.
The first half of the class was filled with reviews of excellent works. The speech was very slow and the students were drowsy.
Lin Shan yawned out of infection, took out his phone, opened the forum, cast a vote on a colorful voting page as if it was a habit, and then started to browse the gossip posts to wake himself up.
Unfortunately, there is no gossip to be found, and the more I wander around, the more sleepy I feel.
Until a WeChat message popped up on the top of the phone. Lin Shan glanced at it casually, his gaze immediately fixed, his eyes widened, and he woke up instantly.
“Jia Ran Jia Ran!”
The drawing board was knocked twice in restraint. Xie Jiaran turned his head slightly and asked Lin Shan what was wrong with his eyes.
Lin Shan glanced in the teacher's direction, covered her mouth with one hand, handed the phone to Xie Jiaran, and whispered, "There's a friendly basketball game between the Political Science and Law Department and the Chinese Department this afternoon. My idol will definitely be on the court. Will you accompany me to take a look?"
"My idol?" Xie Jiaran was puzzled: "Don't you have a boyfriend?"
Lin Shan had never concealed her gay identity, and it was well known that she had a boyfriend in the same school. Xie Jiaran had previously met Lin Shan and her boyfriend walking hand in hand by Huashan Lake at Tsinghua University.
"I asked you to come along because I have a boyfriend."
Lin Shan argued: "If I get caught, I can still put the blame on you and say that you wanted to watch and I was just forced to accompany you."
Xie Jiaran: “…”
Lin Shan was so frank that he was speechless.
"Good brother, give me a nod?" Lin Shan blinked his big eyes.
"Okay." Xie Jiaran was defeated.
On the way to the basketball court, he would pass by a supermarket, where he could buy a pencil and an eraser.
After lunch, Xie Jiaran returned to the studio after his nap. As soon as he put down his things, Lin Shan urged him to go out to the basketball court.
"With my idol here, there will definitely be a lot of people. I don't even have hope of getting to the front row." Lin Shan: "How about we just stand on the steps next to it and watch? Even though it's a little far, at least there's no one around."
Xie Jiaran was wondering whether to go to the supermarket now or later, and nodded casually.
He has no interest in basketball, it looks the same no matter where he watches it.
To get to the stairs you have to pass through the court.
Just as Lin Shan said, there were a lot of people surrounding the court, with girls and boys in half, and cheers and applause could be heard from a distance.
Xie Jiaran was not used to such a crowded environment, and the air filled with unfamiliar breath made him feel uncomfortable.
With his brows slightly furrowed, he was about to take a longer detour when Lin Shan suddenly yelled and pointed at a spot on the court: "I saw my idol! Damn, he's so accurate at shooting three-pointers! He's so handsome!"
Xie Jiaran looked towards the court and missed his idol's accurate three-pointer, but he saw an acquaintance who was particularly eye-catching.
The friendly match was very casual and few people wore jerseys, including Liang Sunian.
He wore a loose black T-shirt with a minimalist dark letter pattern, grey shorts and white sneakers. His exposed skin was blindingly white in the sun, in stark contrast to his other teammates.
The referee blew his whistle and the halftime began.
Liang Su Nian smiled and said something to the people around him, went to the rest area to find his bottle of water, turned to face the court and drank while listening to his teammates talking, screwed the bottle cap on, and used his right hand to lift up the hem of his clothes to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Xie Jiaran could no longer hear what Lin Shan was saying. His eyes could not help but follow Liang Sunian's movements and stop at the half of his waist that was accidentally exposed.
As white as the exposed skin, he was thin and covered with a thin but firm layer of muscle.
The abdominal muscles are obvious but not exaggerated, which is just the right amount of beauty...
The moment their eyes met, Xie Jiaran's heart skipped a beat.
Like a hypnotized person suddenly waking up, he decisively withdrew his gaze and turned around without hesitation.
"WoC, are you crazy? As a male god, can you have a clearer self-awareness and male ethics in public? Hey? Jia Ran, where are you going?"
"I have something to do. I'm leaving now."
"Ah? You were fine just now, what happened so suddenly?"
Lin Shan was bewildered, but unfortunately Xie Jiaran had already strode away, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner of the building without giving him any response.
On the court, a teammate suddenly patted Liang Sunian on the shoulder and said, "Hey, come back to your senses. Which fangirl are you looking at? I told you that we're all going to have dinner together tonight. Did you hear me?"
"Yes."
Liang Su Nian retracted his gaze and smiled nonchalantly: "Where did this fangirl come from? Don't talk nonsense."
It was obvious that there was only one roommate who ran all the way over to give him a cold look.
"Where did it come from? Where did you say it came from?"
The teammate was annoyed: "Which of these girls isn't here to see you? It's really hard to find a girl. If there were only one or two girls who would come to me, I wouldn't be single until today."
"Then you have to print a sign and hang it on your body, otherwise girls will only know that you are calcium deficient, but not that you are also lacking in love."
"??? I really lack love, but I don't lack calcium, okay?"
Liang Sunian raised the corner of his lips and casually placed the water bottle on the table: "Let's go, the second game is about to begin."
In the bathroom of the teaching building closest to the stadium, Xie Jiaran bent over and stood in front of the sink, pouring cold water on his face several times, leaning on the edge of the sink and breathing deeply.
It's too much.
When he saw Liang Sunian lifting his clothes just now, he couldn't help but feel a strong impulse.
He wanted to be held tightly in his arms, to be held tightly in his arms, to press every inch of his skin against his, to feel the blazing heat radiating from him—
The sound of rushing water interrupted my thoughts that were about to run out of control.
Xie Jiaran pursed his lips, turned on the faucet again, and placed his hands under the water, trying to dispel the unbearable itch under his skin.
It's a pity that the results were minimal.
The desire he had for Liang Sunian went far beyond just these hands.
It obviously wasn't like this before.
No matter how uncomfortable it was before, he just had to endure it for a while. But ever since Liang Sunian appeared beside him, things became more and more out of control.
Just like this time, two whole days had passed and his symptoms were still recurring with no improvement.
It would be fine if he didn't see her, but as soon as he saw Liang Sunian, the situation would suddenly become unreasonably worse.
He covered his eyes in a state of collapse.
what to do
what to do
There are still two years before graduation. Is he going to continue suffering like this
If one day the situation becomes so serious that he can no longer overcome it with his reason, he may do something even more absurd to Liang Sunian, who shares the same dormitory with him. Even he himself cannot guarantee it.
Knowing that the consequences could be serious, do you still want to take the risk
But his application for a change of dormitories had been rejected once.
If I apply again now, will it be approved