“Whose WeChat account is that?” Bian’er was stunned when he heard Song Yongzhao say the name of the WeChat account he got.

Song Yongzhao repeated: “Jiang Yuan’s WeChat account.”

Bian’er looked down at the string of seemingly random English letters and numbers. His memory, which was barely usable, reached its peak at this moment. It took him almost a second to engrave it in his mind.

But the next second, his expression turned gloomy.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like him?” Song Yongzhao touched Bian’er’s toes and said with narrowed eyes, “I got his WeChat account for you, add him and chase him.”

Bian’er is a hand enthusiast. He follows dozens of hand enthusiast bloggers. A few days ago, he accidentally fell in love with the hands of a sophomore at first sight in the supermarket, and he fell in love with the person as well.

Bian’er hesitated for a few seconds, then looked up and said: “Yongzhao, I don’t think he’s gay.”

As a natural homosexual, Bian’er, although he hasn’t had a serious relationship, his gaydar is quite useful. He didn’t feel the same kind of aura from Jiang Yuan.

Song Yongzhao touched his chin, narrowed his eyes and thought: “He doesn’t really look like a gay.”

Hearing Song Yongzhao, who had seen countless men, echo his own voice, the last bit of hope in Bian’er’s heart vanished. He slumped his head on the desk, his forehead making intimate contact with the cold surface.

“It’s okay if he’s just a straight guy, you can pretend to be a girl and have an online relationship with him. When he can’t live without you, you reveal your identity. That’s how I got my first love.”

Bian’er looked up, his tone difficult: “That’s not good, right?”

Song Yongzhao sneered and asked: “If a girl pretends to be a boy and dates you, and her gender is exposed, would you still like her?”

“I think it wouldn’t work, I’m not interested in girls at all.”

Song Yongzhao snapped his fingers, “See? He can be bent by me, he can get hard for me, which means he’s not a pure straight guy, he just needs a little excitement.”

“I don’t think Jiang Yuan is particularly straight either.”

“How about it, why don’t you try?”

Bian’er was tempted by Song Yongzhao’s words. He quickly opened WeChat to add a friend, entered a long string of numbers, the page jumped, and a light gray starry sky avatar appeared. Just before he was about to click to apply for a friend, Bian’er thought of something and switched to a small account.

Bian’er has a small account, originally created for playing games. He didn’t add many people. His small account’s avatar is a golden gradient cat staring at the camera, and his WeChat name is very casual, a string of random characters and numbers.

Bian’er quickly thought of a feminine online name. But after changing the name, Bian’er’s ambition to chase Jiang Yuan was once again greatly reduced.

He looked up and said softly: “Yongzhao, I think pretending to be a girl to bend him… is not good.”

“If he can be bent, it means he’s not very straight.” Song Yongzhao typed back while encouraging Bian’er.

Bian’er moved his lips, staring at the temporarily empty search box, his mind was in a battle.

Bian’er gritted his teeth and entered the string of characters in the search box again, clicking to apply for a friend.

But an hour passed, and the friend wasn’t added.

Two hours passed, and the friend wasn’t added…

Three, four, five, ten, fifteen hours passed, and the friend still wasn’t added. Did he ignore it, didn’t notice? Bian’er added him again, unwilling to give up. A day passed, and he still wasn’t added.

No fate.

Bian’er felt like he was relieved, but also lost. He turned off his phone.

Bian’er lives in a mixed dormitory. There are three people in their dormitory. Song Yongzhao is from the art department, and there is also a sophomore, who has classes in the afternoon. Song Yongzhao sent him a message in the afternoon, asking him to pack him a dinner when he returned to the dormitory after class.

Bian’er: [I’m going to the cafeteria, what do you want to eat?]

Song Yongzhao: [What to eat, Bianbian, come to the south gate basketball court quickly]

Bian’er: [?]

Song Yongzhao: [Your crush is playing basketball at the south gate]

Although he didn’t have fate with Jiang Yuan, thinking of those heavenly hands, Bian’er’s stomach didn’t feel hungry anymore, and his spirits were lifted. He quickened his pace and headed towards the south gate of the school.

Huai University has four gates. The front gate and the back gate are crowded with people every meal time because of traffic and snack streets. The south gate faces the wall of the Normal University. There are no shops or entertainment venues around, so it’s always deserted.

But when Bian’er walked to the basketball court near the south gate, which was usually desolate, he saw a crowd of people.

Was there a big basketball game today? But why was it on the open-air basketball court at the south gate, not in the gymnasium?

Bian’er sent a message to find out where Song Yongzhao was, apologized and squeezed forward. After a few minutes, he finally found Song Yongzhao, who was excitedly looking around.

It was halftime now. Bian’er glanced at the boys on the court and saw Jiang Yuan, the sophomore who had captured his heart. He looked down, wanting to see his hands hanging by his side, but it was too far away, he couldn’t see those hands that hit his kink clearly.

Bian’er nudged Song Yongzhao with his elbow, suspiciously: “Yongzhao, why are there so many people here?”

Last semester, the basketball game between their history department and the law department wasn’t as lively as today. Moreover, the students playing basketball on the court were not wearing basketball uniforms, but casual clothes, clearly a casual basketball game.

How could it attract so many spectators.

Song Yongzhao was sweating on his forehead from being squeezed. He raised his chin and pointed to the southeast corner: “Didn’t you see? Lian Jichuan is also here.”

Lian Jichuan?

Bian’er knew this name. It’s safe to say that 90% of Huai University knows his name. He’s a year younger than Guan Ci, a legend in the Artificial Intelligence Institute. It is said that he sold two patents in high school and achieved financial freedom at a young age. Besides, it is said that he is very handsome and could have relied on his face to make a living.

But Bian’er is a hardcore hand enthusiast. To him, beautiful hands are more attractive than beautiful faces.

Bian’er looked in the direction Song Yongzhao pointed. Although he believes that hands are more important than faces, he still froze when he saw the school grass’s face. There were no other thoughts, just three words, really handsome! However, as a small gay who likes to look at handsome guys, Bian’er has seen countless faces, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and looked down.

Unfortunately, it was too far away, he couldn’t see what Lian Jichuan’s hands looked like.

But according to convention, very handsome guys’ hands usually won’t be outstanding.

The game didn’t pause for too long. The second half began as scheduled.

Bian’er regretted a little. He has 50-degree myopia and has a pair of glasses, but he rarely wears them. So he can see the situation on the court, but he can’t see Jiang Yuan’s hands that he’s obsessed with.

Bian’er simply took out his phone, focused on Jiang Yuan’s palms. Unfortunately, it’s hard to capture a clear photo of his hands while he’s moving at high speed.

Just then, there was a free throw. Jiang Yuan, who was running, stopped panting, the camera zoomed in, focusing on his hand as he bent down to press on his knee. Just before Bian’er was about to take a very clear photo, Jiang Yuan suddenly ran away, but with a click, Bian’er quickly pressed the shutter button.

He frowned regretfully, but the next second, after seeing what was captured in the photo, Bian’er was stunned again.

Because his attention was all on Jiang Yuan’s hands, Bian’er didn’t pay much attention to who was next to him. But after Jiang Yuan walked away, the man with his hands on his hips and stretching his shoulders was framed in Bian’er’s lens.

The guy’s thumb was pressed against his lower abdomen, and his other four knuckles were pressed against his lower back. The light blue veins on the back of his hand were slightly protruding. Maybe because he had just thrown a few unstoppable three-pointers with his rough hands, his knuckles were a hot pink.

And this brother was wearing a black T-shirt that was clean and pure. His white, slightly bulging veins, knuckles in a shrimp pink, were pressed against the black fabric. A hand enthusiast’s god-level photo was born.

Bian’er looked at the photo, then looked up at the boys on the court. He was focusing on capturing Jiang Yuan’s hands. It didn’t matter whether Jiang Yuan’s head appeared in Bian’er’s frame or not, and this brother only had his waist in the frame.

Soon, his guess was confirmed. These hands belonged to Lian Jichuan.

He didn’t expect such a handsome face could grow such amazing hands. Bian’er sighed in admiration.

Bian’er scanned him again. His head-to-shoulder ratio was good, his arms were long, his legs were long, his butt looked strong and perky, his waist was also tight and narrow, he truly deserved the title of school grass.

After admiring the school grass’s figure for a while, Bian’er’s gaze fell on Jiang Yuan again. Although the school grass’s hands were also top-notch, Bian’er still liked them, but at most, it was a noble level of liking. Compared to Jiang Yuan’s, his hands were thicker, his veins were more prominent, like they could easily pinch the waist of a 130-pound boy, press him against the wall, the sense of oppression and brutality were too obvious.

Bian’er prefers Jiang Yuan’s slender, beautiful, and less aggressive hands.