Bo Yan still remembers that they met eight and a half years ago. She was a freshman and he was a senior. After he was sent to graduate school in his senior year, he helped his supervisor do some teaching assistant work.

In the university classroom, there must be a mixed subject, called "college aesthetic education". The legendary king of electives, as long as you are present when the teacher arrives, don't hand in a blank paper at the end of the semester, and it's easy to get a ninety points. And this kind of course is not easy to choose, many people rush to grab classes as soon as they get the course selection week in order to have good scores.

Coincidentally, Tutor Bo Yan's open class is university aesthetic education.

His tutor didn't like to point it very much, and after a semester, Bo Yan didn't have much chance to use that roster to point out. Therefore, there are fewer people in class who are visible to the naked eye. Towards the end of the semester, there is a heavy workload, and even fewer people come to such inconsequential classes. Even if a few came to class, they slept all the way to the end of class, wiped their saliva, patted their buttocks and left.

Originally, a large lecture hall could accommodate more than 100 people, but only about 20 people arrived in this class, and even 30% did not arrive. No matter how good his temper was, his mentor couldn't stand it, so he let him order it.

Bo Yan has been sitting in the first row, and no one sits in the first row in such an open class - it is easy to be seen when he sleeps.

But when he got up and clicked, the whole class was boiling: Wow, that boy is so handsome!

Bo Yan's expression was calm, and he was named one by one in order all the way. The names of the academy and people are in alphabetical order, the Academy of Arts is the last, Xia Siyu and Zhou Weiwei are also the last two.

When Bo Yan saw the name of "Xia Siyu", he thought that this guy should be a girl. But if it's a girl, how angry is she, her surname is Xia, and she "thinks of rain", which is simply a violent temper.

Of course, after getting to know each other later, Xia Siyu herself also said that she was "pure yang" and was full of fire. Born in summer, surnamed Xia, it didn't rain for three consecutive months before he was born, so he was called "Siyu".

But when he called her name at this time: "Xia Siyu." ”

No one responded.

Bo Yan's expression was calm, and he raised his voice again and called again: "Xia Siyu." ”

In the whole class, there were only about 20 people, because they were all from different colleges, everyone was not familiar with each other, and when they heard the name, they just looked at each other, and no one paid attention.

It's just three things, Bo Yan everyone's name is called three times, and if he doesn't agree three times, he will directly draw a cross behind the person's name, and deduct points for the final exam.

He spoke again: "Xia Siyu." ”

"It's coming, it's coming. It was Zhou Weiwei's weak voice sitting in the last row, and then she pushed someone who was sleeping happily next to her, "Wake up, the teacher is named." ”

Then Xia Siyu blinked his sleepy eyes and slowly raised his head.

When she first woke up, her hair was still messing up in front of her face. Bo Yan glanced at it, lowered his head uninterested, and asked again: "Are you Xia Siyu?"

Xia Siyu straightened her hair and asked confidently, "Who are you?"

Bo Yan was almost amused by her and raised his head.

Xia Siyu also happened to be awake, looking at him.

The eyes are facing each other.

How to describe the feeling of that moment, just like the burning of Heidelberg tonight, the originally dark night, suddenly a beam of fireworks rose into the sky and exploded, and the whole world lit up.

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After the first question was asked, Li Yiru kept and asked with a smile: "Then when was your first kiss?"