The person on the livestream never showed his face, but his clear voice carried the distinctive energy of youth, making him very likable.
"Me, singing my own praises? Tsk, why would I? My friend really is handsome. He's the most handsome man I've ever seen."
"My boyfriend? Ha, do I look gay to you? I'm straight."
"Fuck, what kind of bullshit rules are these? Another warning."
"Ding!"
With that crisp chime, the voice from the phone abruptly cut off.
Bo Lin stared at the forcibly shut-down livestream and suddenly realized he had been holding his breath.
Hua Jian had called him "the most handsome man."
Bo Lin's expression softened, and he felt thoroughly pleased.
As for Hua Jian's declaration that he was straight, Bo Lin subconsciously ignored it.
There was no need to listen to anything unimportant.
Late that night, water splashed in the villa's backyard pool for a long time again.
The next day was Monday.
Poor Hua Jian had to get up bright and early for his eight o'clock class.
He hadn't expected several guys to block his way as soon as he reached the classroom.
He had only just seen one of them at the hospital yesterday.
Shu Yan, the fake young master from the plot.
He was constantly making a nuisance of himself around Shu Yao, the real young master, like a cockroach that refused to die.
Shu Yao's various suitors kept dealing with him, until he finally fell into the sea and drowned during a boat trip at the end.
"Can I help you?"
"Hua Jian, we haven't really had a proper chat. Last time, I asked Feng Qian to invite you to hang out with us. Why didn't you come?"
Shu Yan was very polite, but the condescension in his tone was unmistakable.
Hua