WHAT!!HE LOVE ME?

03 – He Junlin

After finishing writing, he slid the paper back to his deskmate, pretending to wipe the surface of the desk. When he saw his deskmate pick up the paper, he stole a quick glance at him— this behavior was exactly like a little kid in kindergarten .

In reality, Hao Xiang noticed his little deskmate twitching the corner of his mouth slightly while covering half of his face with his palm. Then, after a few swift strokes of the pen, he finished writing and handed the note back .

When Hao Xiang opened it, he saw : * "I really appreciate your help, but honestly, it won’t make a difference. Once you leave, things will only get worse for me . " *

For some reason, Hao Xiang frowned after reading it. His grip on the note unconsciously tightened, and it felt as if his heart was being crushed by an invisible force. The tenderness in his eyes was slowly replaced by a cold, ruthless look . He stared at the words on the paper for a long, long time, as if trying to burn a hole through it with his gaze .

Noticing that Hao Xiang hadn’t passed back a response , his deskmate turned to look at him . Seeing him frozen with such an intense expression, he felt a bit scared . Carefully, he reached out his slightly trembling hand and cautiously poked Hao Xiang’s shoulder with his index finger .

Suddenly, Hao Xiang felt a gentle poke on his shoulder . He snapped back to reality, turned his head, and met his deskmate’s confused gaze. He waved his hand slightly, signaling that he was fine , but his deskmate still looked at him with concern .

Yan Haoxiang slowly shifted his gaze away from him and looked down at the crumpled note they had been using to communicate . It was completely wrinkled now . With no other choice, he glanced at his deskmate and spoke in a resigned tone, "Looks like I accidentally crushed this paper too hard . . . "

Following his gaze, his deskmate looked down at the paper and pressed his lips together . Then, he glanced back up at Haoxiang, took out another blank scrap of paper from his bag, and handed it to him . Haoxiang accepted it and picked up his pen to ask another question .

Still unwilling to give up, he wrote: * " What’s your name? We are deskmate right? we sit together so I should at least know your name, right? " *

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally capped his pen and passed the note over before turning his attention back to class .

A few minutes later, as Haoxiang lowered his head to follow along with the teacher’s lecture and take notes, he noticed a folded piece of white paper held down by a pencil case. He glanced at his deskmate, then opened the note to check its contents .

Inside, three bold characters were written: * He Jun Lin . *

Raising an eyebrow, Haoxiang repeated the name in his mind, *"He ... Jun ... Lin ... Guess I’ll call you He Xiao Lin from now on. " *

Thinking this, he quickly wrote it down on the paper: * "Then can I call you He Xiao Lin ~ ? " *

As soon as he finished, he eagerly passed the note to He Jun Lin, sneaking a sideways glance at his reaction . Honestly, the nickname rolled off his tongue so naturally—he had already repeated it multiple times in his head . Besides, he mainly wanted to tease his cute little deskmate .

However, when he got the note back, He Junlin’s response wasn’t exactly what he had expected . Still, it at least confirmed that he was allowed to use the nickname .

So, he lightly poked He Jun Lin’s arm to get his attention and was just about to speak when He Jun Lin .Suddenly He Jun Lin pressed his soft but delicate palm against his mouth .

Even though the warmth of that small hand only lasted for a few seconds, Yan Hao Xiang stood still for what felt like an eternity . In that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the sight of their burning red ears growing warmer .

When Yan Hao Xiang finally snapped out of it, he saw He Jun Lin hurriedly snatching the scrap of paper from his hand and scribbling something down before crumpling it up and tossing it back to him. Then, He Jun Lin quickly turned his face away.

Watching this entire sequence of movements, Hao Xiang couldn’t help but find it absolutely adorable. That flushed little face—he just wanted to keep it all to himself, letting no one else see .

Sensing Hao Xiang’s odd gaze, He Jun Lin felt embarrassed. He reached out and poked Hao Xiang’s arm again, signaling him to look at the note. Hao Xiang glanced at where he had been poked, then down at the note in his hand .

Opening it, he read: *"Just write it down! This teacher is really strict!"*

Looking at the words on the paper, Hao Xiang silently answered in his heart: * " Okay, fine~ " *

He pouted slightly in frustration. He had originally wanted to call He Xiao Lin out loud—after all, He Jun Lin had already said, * " ......Do as you like ." * by the way because of the strict teacher , he was stopped before he could have his fun .

Just as he picked up his pen to respond, he suddenly noticed a shadow looming over him .

The next second, he heard his name being called from above .

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