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Lin Mian walked out of the bathroom with a blank expression, as if nothing had just happened. He felt neither worry nor joy.
Deliberately hiding his true feelings, he had already made up his mind. However, before making that decision, he needed to intimidate Fatty first.
Lin Ke held grudges, and Fatty had certainly teased him enough. This time, the moment for his "revenge" had arrived.
"Bro!"
As soon as Fatty saw Lin come out, he quickly stood up to greet him and urged him to sit down.
Beside them, Dream Source shrank back, feeling uneasy. Although she was a bit naive, she wasn't completely oblivious and could tell that Lin's mood was not good.
Yes, the expression was spot on! Well acted!
Feeling secretly pleased, Lin raised an eyebrow before returning to his indifferent demeanor. He heavily sat down in the center of the sofa, crossing his hands under his chin and remaining silent.
The silence was terrifying; this feigned coldness made both Fatty and Dream Source feel anxious.
"Fatty, you just wanted to be a streamer..."
His tone was extremely gloomy, like dark clouds before a storm, thick layers of clouds looming over Fatty's heart.
"No, bro! That's not what I meant! I didn't want to be some kind of streamer; I just wanted to stay by your side. Don't think too much about it..."
Usually sharp-witted, Fatty suddenly lost his composure. Gone was his usual smooth-talking demeanor; his tongue felt like a rusty bearing, and even his words began to jumble.
"Stop talking!"
Lin's voice suddenly rose, interrupting Fatty's words.
Fatty's explanation came to an abrupt halt, his eyes filled with panic and a look of helplessness. He was flustered, unsure of how to respond in the face of Lin's "anger."
The atmosphere felt frozen. Moe Source curled up tightly, nestled deep into the sofa, resembling a shivering cat in the cold rain, too afraid to look at Lin's face.
Fatty Chen's complexion had turned extremely pale, his panic intensifying. He wanted to speak but didn't know how, his round face contorting into a frown.
The silence was so profound that one could hear a pin drop, creating a heavy atmosphere. The two beside him trembled, waiting for Lin's outburst.
"Hahaha... you crack me up! Look at your face; you're about to turn into a purple eggplant!"
In the next moment, instead of the expected anger, what followed was Lin's long-suppressed laughter.
The laughter echoed, catching the other two off guard and leaving them in a state of utter confusion.
After a while, Moe Source raised her hand like a student wanting to ask a question and weakly asked, "Boyfriend, I have a question. Why are you laughing?"
"I'll tell you. It turns out this stupid Fatty has a bad habit of always teasing me..."
Lin recounted many stories, from when Fatty threw bugs into his clothes to the time he tricked him with Uncle Ta's antics.
Over the years, Lin Ke had endured plenty of torment from Fatty; this was merely Lin's spontaneous act of "revenge," nothing more.
Yet this very incident left Fatty stunned. He stared blankly at Lin, completely unfazed by Lin's earlier joke.
In Fatty's eyes, there was confusion, deep affection, and relief.
It was unclear when it happened, but the iceberg within Lin Xin began to melt, and it melted quickly, beyond Fatty's imagination.
All these years, by Lin's side, he had never seen Lin crack a single joke.
Three months ago, Lin was as low as a piece of driftwood, lifeless and seemingly gray even in his eyes, like a true walking corpse.
But just three months ago, Lin suddenly underwent a change. Fatty still remembered that Lin Da had fallen ill and stayed at home for more than a week to recover.
After that illness, Lin changed. He started to engage in Live Streaming, began to study cooking earnestly, and picked up his childhood dream of pursuing martial arts again.
...
Now, Lin not only frowned and focused on cooking but had even improved enough to make Fatty a very cold joke that was somewhat hurtful.
This joke was the most failed joke Fatty had ever encountered, without exception, yet Fatty felt very happy. He genuinely grinned and laughed along with Lin Yi.
“Hahaha…”
Fatty began to laugh heartily, from a loud chuckle to belly laughter, his body shaking uncontrollably with laughter, his flesh quivering like jelly.
This unexpected laughter probably startled Lin. He and Dream Source turned their heads simultaneously to look at the somewhat abnormal Fatty.
“Boyfriend, Black, did something stimulate you?”
"Dream Source," he asked cautiously, then involuntarily wrapped his arms around Lin and shrank behind him.
Lin's expression was somewhat grim; he was also questioning this issue.
"Hey, are you okay?" Lin asked. He even began to doubt whether Fatty Chen was trying to trick him again, as this was Fatty's specialty.
The scheming Fat Black Man had as many bad ideas in his head as he had pounds on his body, and his heart was as dark as his skin.
"Haha... ha..."
Fatty waved his hand, laughing so hard that he struggled to catch his breath. He occasionally raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, laughing until he cried.
The atmosphere became strange again as Lin stared at the nervously giggling Fatty until he finally stopped laughing.
After a long pause, Fatty could finally breathe normally. He rubbed his stiff face and said, "Bro, that was the worst joke I've ever heard, but after getting to know you, it feels like the happiest joke..."
"Do you know? In thirteen years, you've never made a joke on your own. You've never laughed so joyfully like this before; it completely breaks your previous image..."
"Yeah, back then you seemed surrounded by resentment, very lonely and withdrawn, with a face like that of a boy made of dark wood..."
"Bro, you've changed; you're much more cheerful now. I'm so happy, I really am!"
For some reason, there was a lump in Fatty's throat. Tears began to shimmer in the corners of his eyes again. He sniffed and tried hard not to cry.
"Brother, although I don't like this joke, I appreciate your state of mind. Keep it up; this version of Lin is what we want to see."
Those seemingly rough words sounded so touching to Lin that he couldn't help but feel moved.
How could this Fat Black Man be so good to me?
Lin blinked, feeling a tickle in his eyes, as if something was about to overflow.
Silence again, but this time, both Lin and Fatty smiled at each other in understanding, while Dream Source blinked innocently, not knowing what had just happened.
As emotions settled, Lin reflected on his behavior and couldn't help but click his tongue, puzzled by the impulsive excitement he had just experienced.
When did he start enjoying jokes?
Could it be that spending too much time with Fatty made him catch that cheerful personality?
……
Lin was baffled because he was unwilling to admit that his proud heart had already been softened by certain people.
That heart was no longer lonely; hearts that beat with the same fiery passion were drawing closer together around him, inching closer and closer...
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