Being able to hear what others are thinking is truly mysterious.
Bo Jiangxin first realized this when he was very, very young, so young that he didn’t even have memories.
His nanny, who was caring for him, was testing the temperature of formula milk.
After taking a sip from the bottle, she fed it to him, and then the nanny’s voice, marveling at how lucky the young master was, appeared in his mind.
He couldn’t understand it at all at the time and thought his brain was broken. He cried loudly, scaring the nanny.
Bo Jiangxin couldn’t speak, and his parents didn’t know why.
They thought the nanny was unprofessional and replaced her. This new nanny didn’t drink from his bottle, and things calmed down.
But since he wasn’t in an isolation chamber, contact with people was inevitable.
His parents were busy with work and truly had no time to look after Bo Jiangxin, so they simply sent him to his grandfather’s house.
The first thing Bo Jiangxin did after learning to express himself was to tell his grandfather that his brain was broken.
His grandfather understood immediately and from then on strictly controlled his grandson’s diet through the household servants.
Only when Bo Jiangxin was a little older did his grandfather tell him that it was a hereditary disease.
Explained with simple biological knowledge, this disease gene is like a trait expression, but it’s not a common autosomal dominant or recessive inheritance, nor is it inherited by offspring with X or Y chromosomes.
Instead, it’s a very special homozygous dominant hereditary disease.
Assuming uppercase D represents the dominant gene and lowercase d represents the recessive gene, then this hereditary disease can only be expressed by the DD trait, which contains no heterozygous genes.
Only one in ten thousand people will possess this DD gene.
This DD gene is easily diluted by the spouse’s heterozygous gene, making it very difficult to inherit.
Moreover, it doesn’t manifest directly in the patient’s physiological appearance like other hereditary diseases such as albinism, nor can it be detected by medical instruments unless the patient voluntarily discloses it.
Therefore, this hereditary disease has almost not appeared in any written pathological records.
Bo Jiangxin’s grandfather’s grandmother also had this disease. The reason his grandfather knew about this disease was from his grandmother when he was a child.
His grandfather said, “Unless absolutely necessary, don’t tell anyone about this disease, including your own parents.”
Bo Jiangxin asked why.
His grandfather only said, “This disease sounds magical, like something from a movie, but in reality, it’s not a good thing for yourself or for others.”
His grandfather was born in a tumultuous era.
In that era, soldiers fought on the battlefield, and he also played against enemies in the political arena.
This disease indeed helped him serve his organization greatly at the time. But later, the war was won, peace came, and there were no enemies. His disease became a concern for his colleagues.
No one wanted to work with him.
His grandfather knew this well and voluntarily requested to be assigned a leisurely position, moving away from the center of power, only then did he gain a stable second half of his life for himself and his family.
The human heart is the most complex thing in the world.
The biggest secrets are often hidden deep inside. No one is without a secret, so even when facing the closest people, don’t tell them.
“Then did Grandma know you had this disease?” Bo Jiangxin asked.
His grandfather said, “Of course your grandma didn’t know, otherwise she would have been scared away long ago.”
Just then, his grandmother came in to bring the grandfather and grandson some cut fruit and also told his grandfather that a friend of hers was hospitalized and she was going to visit, so she wouldn’t be home for dinner.
His grandfather said okay.
After his grandmother left, he scoffed and said, “What hospitalization? Your grandma just wants to go out and play cards, finding those flimsy excuses.”
Bo Jiangxin was a bit confused.
His grandfather and grandmother clearly hadn’t touched each other just now, so why could his grandfather still know what his grandmother was thinking?
His grandfather then told him that to know someone’s thoughts, physical contact wasn’t always necessary.
For example, accidentally using the same pair of chopsticks to eat with someone could also allow him to hear.
This was easy to understand; it just meant he ate someone else’s saliva.
“But Grandpa, at lunch, you were clearly using the serving chopsticks,” Bo Jiangxin asked with childlike innocence, “Why were you still able to taste Grandma’s saliva?”
His grandfather’s expression froze for a moment and he said, “You’ll understand that when you grow up.”
Eighteen-year-old Bo Jiangxin sighed deeply in his heart. He did understand now, and he felt it profoundly.
But why didn’t the old man tell him back then that this terrible disease also had an even more mysterious symptom: if the other person’s thoughts were too vivid, the narration of the audiobook would even turn into vivid images.
Xiang Di seemed to have studied painting; the composition and coloring of the entire image were rich, with a hazy, colored light.
But for some reason, she wasn’t in the image.
Bo Jiangxin looked at the face in the image and couldn’t imagine it was his own.
But it was indeed his own features.
His clear, cold eyebrows and eyes hadn’t changed; he looked exactly like himself in the mirror.
Bo Jiangxin really didn’t want to admit it, but the him in the image, though he didn’t know what he was doing at the moment, looked genuinely erotic.
The him in the image was frowning, biting his lower lip lightly, his Adam’s apple stiff in a certain part of his neck, protruding very obviously.
His breathing had stopped, as if he was enduring something.
When had he ever shown such an expression in his life? But it really was him, because he truly had a mole on his Adam’s apple.
Xiang Di actually noticed such a small mole.
His face was red, and the tips of his ears and a large area of his collarbone were also red.
Seeing his collarbone, Bo Jiangxin suddenly realized that in the image Xiang Di imagined, he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
His incredulous gaze moved downwards, and the camera seemed to follow him down at that instant, landing on his bare chest and belly button.
Bo Jiangxin directly gasped.
He had muscles, but they were just a thin, well-proportioned layer, enough to keep him from looking too thin.
With the heavy workload of his senior year of high school, he had no extra extracurricular time for exercise, let alone specifically going to the gym to train himself into a “muscle dog” and even developing such an impressive pair of “jelly pectorals” and “eight-pack abs.”
A girl who barely had any meat on her own body had such high standards for a man’s physique.
That little girl, who could be picked up with one hand, was so lacking in fitness knowledge, did she really think building muscles was as simple as eating and drinking water?
Should he also thank her? Now he didn’t need to exercise, didn’t need to eat protein powder, and didn’t even need to go to the gym to lift weights. In her imagination, he could painlessly have this “double-door refrigerator” physique.
However, it was excusable.
After all, she hadn’t seen him truly shirtless, so it wasn’t strange for her to have her own imagination.
But he still didn’t quite understand where Xiang Di was.
He also didn’t quite understand why it was this overhead angle, and what exactly he was holding his breath and bumping against.
Until he saw his hand grasp a small ankle, then moving up along the ankle, his fingertips squeezed the soft calf, leaving pink indentations on the delicate skin. Then he lifted these two calves onto his shoulders.
What.
How was this different from watching a movie, and a movie starring himself?
No wonder it was this angle.
So, a certain “marmot” was down below.
At this moment, his frequency was getting higher and higher. A thin layer of sweat appeared directly on his forehead, dampening his hair, and a few drops of sweat fell.
“Ah.”
Another familiar soft sigh.
Her voice hadn’t changed, but there was an indescribable feeling to it.
Like a small hook, hooking his eardrums, very itchy, giving Bo Jiangxin an urge to scratch his ears.
Bo Jiangxin bit his lips tightly, wondering what she was calling out again.
The him in the image was now highly synchronized with the real him, also asking, “What are you calling out?”
“Your sweat dripped on me…”
He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her coquettish voice: “So cold.”
It didn’t sound like she was complaining about him; it was more like flirting.
The him in the image must have fallen for it. He looked down and then chuckled softly, “Then I’ll suck it off for you.”
Saying that, Bo Jiangxin lowered his head, causing another soft sigh.
The image was just an image, like watching a movie; there was no shared sensation. And he couldn’t see what was happening in the areas not displayed in the image.
But not having eaten pork didn’t mean he hadn’t seen a pig run.
Bo Jiangxin had this physiological common sense, so he could probably guess where he was kissing her.
Bo Jiangxin pressed his lips tightly together, not wanting to speak.
“You’re not allowed to suck!”
Xiang Di must have been hurt.
She pushed him away abruptly, then retaliated by reaching out. Her delicate, boneless hand formed an extreme contrast with his firm chest as she pinched him.
In reality, Bo Jiangxin felt a phantom pain.
The him in the image was probably stimulated too. He suddenly threw his head back. The mole on his Adam’s apple, which even he usually easily overlooked, now seemed to have turned red.
After recovering, he lowered his head, looking fierce and cold: “Don’t touch me randomly.”
She grumbled discontentedly: “You started it.”
Bo Jiangxin let out a chuckle from his throat: “Didn’t you say it was cold? I was helping you warm up.”
“I don’t want you to help me warm up anymore. Are you done? I’m tired.”
“Not that fast. Behave yourself.”
The Bo Jiangxin in the image suddenly lowered himself. The real Bo Jiangxin instinctively leaned back.
Then he heard himself warn Xiang Di in a hoarse voice, “If you move around again, I’ll screw you senseless, believe it or not?”
These were words he would actually say?
Bo Jiangxin closed his eyes, feeling a bit drained.
Xiang! Di!
You perverted marmot, with nothing but that stuff in your head.
Could he call the vice squad and have this marmot arrested, so she wouldn’t plague him anymore?
The next second, an exasperated Bo Jiangxin slammed his pen down. The sound of it hitting the desk was amplified infinitely in the muffled classroom.
The imagination finally screeched to a halt at this point, and the image instantly dissipated.
The biology teacher, who was engrossed in his phone on the podium, was startled. He was about to scold whoever made the noise, then realized it was Bo Jiangxin.
“What’s wrong, Bo Jiangxin?”
At the same time, many students looked over at him curiously.
Including a certain instigator.
“Nothing.” Bo Jiangxin forced himself to calm down. “Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom.”
It was a pop quiz, so there weren’t many rules.
The biology teacher just said, “Oh, then hurry up.”
Ye Minjia had an expression of “I really am a great prophet.”
“I knew you wanted to pee.”
Bo Jiangxin was too lazy to explain and simply got up.
As he passed by a certain person’s desk, he clearly heard someone with their head bowed quietly muttering in their mind.
[Hubby’s been going to the bathroom a bit frequently lately. He goes every time class ends these past few days, and now he can’t even hold it during the exam.]
She had the nerve to grumble about why he went to the bathroom so frequently. Whose fault was this?
[Is Hubby having prostate problems?]
Bo Jiangxin stopped by her desk.
Feeling a certain pressure, Xiang Di looked up blankly.
[What’s Hubby looking at me for?]
With an “OvO” expression.
He wondered, how dare she look at him with such innocent, wide eyes? What right did she have to be innocent?
Bo Jiangxin suddenly felt like he was punching cotton.
At the same time, besides the feeling of weakness in his limbs, there was another very strange feeling.
In reality, Xiang Di and Bo Jiangxin were just two classmates who weren’t close, with hardly any conversation between them.
The intertwined images just now were Xiang Di’s one-sided fantasy. When the fantasy ended, Xiang Di naturally returned to reality.
But Bo Jiangxin found it difficult to do so.
The summer school uniform issued by the school offered both long pants and short skirts for girls. Some girls preferred to wear long pants, while others liked short skirts.
He had never paid attention to whether the girls in his class wore long pants or short skirts in the summer, nor had he ever noticed what Xiang Di wore.
So he didn’t know what Xiang Di’s legs looked like until just now.
Even if it was a dream, he had indeed seen her bare, slender calves.
He wondered if he should be grateful that her imagined scene was from a first-person perspective, so he only saw her calves and didn’t look up to see more private parts of her.
Looking at those clear, innocent eyes, Bo Jiangxin suddenly found it hard to breathe.
His hands, hanging at his sides, unconsciously clenched. He actually felt a bit guilty and quickly averted his gaze.
How could she be perfectly fine right after fantasizing about him?
And even though she was fantasizing about him, why did he feel unable to face her?
The biology teacher’s voice rang out again: “Bo Jiangxin, why haven’t you gone yet?”
Bo Jiangxin snapped back to attention and quietly said he was going immediately.
Before leaving the classroom, he heard Xiang Di’s thoughts again.
[Alright, I really can’t think about it anymore. Now I really need to start taking the exam seriously!]
[Go, go, go!]
She sounded full of energy.
She was energetic now, but a large portion of his biology test paper was still untouched.
Bo Jiangxin now completely understood why Xiang Di had made such great progress in the last joint exam.
She truly had an extraordinary way of relieving stress.
And he was her unlucky stress-relief tool.
The bell for the end of evening self-study rang. After submitting her paper, Xiang Di stretched out her arms and yawned.
Finally, the exam was over.
Liang Qianqian asked, “Want to go to the bathroom?”
Xiang Di stood up: “Let’s go!”
Girls also liked to go to the bathroom in groups.
The two girls sweetly linked arms and walked towards the restroom.
The lights in the hallway were on.
Many students in the class were standing in the hallway, enjoying the breeze.
Xiang Di immediately saw Bo Jiangxin coming from the direction of the teachers’ office.
An alarm immediately went off in Xiang Di’s mind.
She quickly checked herself: her school uniform wasn’t dirty, her shoes were very white.
Then she reached up and adjusted her bangs. Good, her hairstyle was okay, not ugly at all.
From freshman to senior year, even though they had passed each other many times, and even though Bo Jiangxin had never noticed her once, Xiang Di still took every passing moment with him seriously.
She would pay extra attention to her appearance, making sure her expression was natural enough.
Even for a fleeting moment, she wanted to try and leave him with the impression of “this girl is a little cute.”
This time, she attached the same importance to it.
Filled with anticipation for passing by Bo Jiangxin, however, for some reason, Bo Jiangxin suddenly turned around.
Although she wouldn’t flatter herself by thinking he deliberately avoided her because he saw her, not being able to pass by him still brought a subtle sense of disappointment to Xiang Di’s heart.
It’s okay.
For a secret crush, missing opportunities is just a normal occurrence.
Xiang Di bit her lip, feeling a bittersweet pang, and optimistically comforted herself.