Faced with a boy's confession, the boy, whose back was visible, spoke in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry, Jiao Ji, I cannot accept your confession."
"Why?" The boy named Jiao Ji looked completely unable to accept it, his fragile expression revealing his disbelief. He said sadly, "Just because I'm a boy too? I remember you said in your speech that there's no distinction between genders in relationships, so that's why... that's why..."
He finally mustered up the courage to confess his feelings to him.
"I do believe that feelings transcend gender, but... my feelings for you are different from your feelings for me. I only see you as a junior, and I have no other intentions, so I'm sorry." The boy spoke in a gentle tone, and it was hard to tell from his words that this was just an excuse; it didn't sound like a way of shirking responsibility.
Jiao Ji said incredulously, "If you don't have feelings for me, then why did you help me when Gu Lan bullied me? Gu Lan even argued with you about it."
"I think you've misunderstood. I always help classmates who are bullied by Gu Lan because... it's quite interesting to watch the rumored gangster prince get angry when he can't win an argument." A hint of a smile appeared in his gentle voice, a smile so pleasant that not a trace of malice could be detected in it.
Jiao Ji froze, and asked blankly, "Senior, is that the reason...?"
“Yes, that’s why I helped you.” He said slowly, with a hint of pleasure. “I’ve helped many people, both boys and girls, but as you know, I still don’t have a girlfriend… nor a boyfriend.”
After thinking for a moment, he added the last sentence.
Every time he spoke, his tone and attitude showed no aversion to homosexuality; he was simply stating a fact: he wasn't interested in this junior named Jiao Ji.
A hurt look appeared in Jiao Ji's eyes, but he quickly forced a smile and said, "It's okay if you don't like me now, senior. As long as you spend more time with me... you'll definitely discover how good I am."
"Then I'm really looking forward to it," the boy replied, his flat tone revealing not a trace of anticipation.
He seemed to be that kind of person; when faced with a boy's confession, he felt neither disgust nor joy; the only emotion he had was indifference.
It's generally difficult to grasp the preferences of someone who is so averse to food and drink, and it's also difficult to understand their inner feelings.
Hiding behind the wall, Feng Guang stroked his chin, thinking to himself that this man must be a difficult one to handle. That timid boy would have to work hard to win him over.
Seeing the boy named Jiao Ji walk away dejectedly, Feng Guang silently mourned for him without any sympathy. She turned around to go back to the classroom, but unexpectedly, a gentle voice came from behind her, "Have you seen enough?"
She stiffened, slowly turned around, and finally saw the boy's true face. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with short hair, the collar of his white shirt slightly open, and the sleeves rolled up to his arms, revealing his fair skin. His eyes were deep and bright, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were slightly upturned. All of these features combined together, making him seem like a perfect work of art by God.
99 points!
Feng Guang gave him a score in her mind. The full score was of course 100. As for why she lost one point... well, it was because she felt that guys with this kind of personality were usually very difficult to handle.
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