Campus article: Straight male Little Taiyang suffers vs. Tolerates possessiveness and attacks
The first time Lin Yefeng talked to Zhou Yanheng was the day he knocked his book away at the stairs.
When the newly transferred boy knelt down to pick up the book, his fingers were steady and did not waver. The cuffs of his school uniform rubbed against the dust on the steps. He just frowned and did not say a single harsh word. When Lin Yefeng returned the book, her fingertips touched the back of his hand, and she felt that the skin was as cold as if it was immersed in water. However, the other party acted as if nothing was wrong, turned around and left with the book in his arms, his back straight.
"This guy looks pretty hard to mess with." Lin Yefeng thought, rubbing the back of his head.
Later he discovered that Zhou Yanheng was indeed cold. He would always sit in the first row in class and write his notes in print. After class, he would either do homework or go to the office to ask questions. When there was a commotion in the class, he would just raise his eyes and glance around, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a stranger.
But Lin Yefeng always felt that Zhou Yanheng looked at him a little differently.
For example, when he goes arm-in-arm with a boy to buy water, he always sees Zhou Yanheng standing at the door of the classroom when he turns around, holding an empty water glass in his hand. When he sees him looking over, he turns around and walks into the water room, moving slowly as if he is deliberately waiting for him to see him; for example, when he lends his physics notes to a girl, Zhou Yanheng put a thicker collection of wrong questions on his desk. The title page said "Excess for personal use, please refer to it." The handwriting was sharp and had an undeniable energy; he even once mentioned the red string compiled by his first love, and the sound of Zhou Yanheng turning the book was particularly clear in the quiet self-study class.
Lin Yefeng laughed and talked about his first love, but he didn't realize that his knuckles were white and his eyes were cold. Zhou Yanheng cared about him secretly, hiding his possessiveness. He just wanted to keep him by his side and stay away from others.
Concept: When possessiveness hits the sun, the background of the story becomes: the most precious thing about youth is the courage to use honesty to deconstruct loneliness and reinvent yourself.