"And when you run into trouble, the ones willing to lend you a hand won't be ordinary gay guys—they'll be evil, sinister gay guys, because they'll definitely use your predicament to pressure and coerce you.
"We've read plenty of doujins. Just replace the heroine in #blackmail#humiliation with yourself."
"In our class, the one most willing to lend you a hand and with the greatest potential happens to be Wang Ze. When you go on a date with him tonight, you can consider developing things in that direction." Lin Li analyzed and advised him seriously.
"Fuck." Bai Bufan cursed with a laugh. "Forget it, just lend me one hand. One is enough, thanks."
When it came to changing colors, Bai Bufan still had to take the prize.
They chatted casually. After cheering for Qu Wanqiu in the women's 1,500 meters, the next event they needed to support was the shot put, which Zhou Baowei was competing in.
The two headed toward the shot put field.
"Lin Li, Bai Bufan, go help her up."
As they passed the high jump area, a girl failed her jump and fell off the mat.
The referee for the event was You Jun, Class 4's PE teacher, so he called out to the two of them as they passed.
Lin Li and Bai Bufan nodded, walked over, and set the fallen high jump bar back in place. Then, having hidden their merits and fame deep away, they strode off without needing You Jun's praise.
You Jun: "?"
I told you two to help up the girl who fell off the mat. Who the fuck told you to help the bar?
Even when I hand you an opportunity, you still can't use it? If you two can ever get girlfriends, I'll eat shit myself.
...Forget it. Lin