Stepping into the university campus, I took a quick look and saw that among the dark "chickens" there was actually a "fighter" who could see eye to eye.
Lin Yuran didn't know when he became what his cousin called a "little boy". He vaguely remembered being bullied in kindergarten and looking for a protector with pitiful eyes. In elementary school, he sat quietly under a tree and watched other boys playing football or running around. In junior high school, he liked chatting with girls instead of playing basketball in the sun. In high school, the object of his wet dream was the basketball captain of the next class. . . .
My cousin said: "You look like you are suffering, it would be a pity not to do it!"
Lin Yuran:. . . . .