I remember, there was a man in the gym, dressed strangely and looked strange. He is twenty years old, always alone, and looks clumsy. There are always so-called straight men who practice well behind his back and think he is strange.
Once when I closed the door, I was practicing my chest. The last move badly needed equipment, which happened to be used by him. I am not far away waiting for him to use it. He looked up at me, looked at me for a few seconds, and directly motioned me to wait for the equipment next door. Of course, he still has a cool face and no expression. Now he feels a warm heart.
It turns out that people really want to judge a book by its cover, so vulgar and naive:) Never judge a book by its cover.
Later, I accidentally visited Bao Zhaolou in Yaba, saw his photos and read his posts. I know he is a junior, the first major in China, 985,265,438+065,438+0. The following comments about him are terrible, but he has never fought back with the same radical words, just being himself quietly. That day, I sent him a private letter thanking him for offering to help. He replied that he didn't remember. I said it doesn't matter, just to say thank you and wish you a good day:)