The boy stood on the podium, his eyes looking at the people below, his face expressionless, not the slightest nervousness, but nothing else could be seen on his face.

He was so indifferent, so arrogant.

He stood on the podium for almost a minute. At first, the people below talked a lot because of his good-looking appearance, and then they all found that the people above did not speak, so they quieted down, and they could only temporarily suppress the excitement in their hearts.

After the class was quiet, the boy began to speak, he raised his eyes, looked ahead, and said very calmly: "My name is Chen Shen, sixteen years old. ”

My name is Chen Shen and I am 16 years old.

Such a simple seven words, even punctuation marks are only nine words.

The words came from his mouth, and the class was stunned by his low noise.

He alarmed the class again.

It's just that just when everyone was still eager for him to continue, he came down like this.

There are no more superfluous words, no superfluous actions, it seems simple and casual, but there is still indifference and arrogance in his bones.

It seems that it is superfluous to even say one more word and one more action.

When he walked down, everyone sighed, why didn't they say more?

Others are still in shock.

But he turned a blind eye and walked peacefully to his seat and sat down.

There were all kinds of voices below, and there were all kinds of eyes looking at him, but he didn't see it, more like it had nothing to do with him.

There was a lot of discussion.

Yang Rui spoke at this time: "Quiet, next." ”

Only then did everyone eliminate all kinds of thoughts in their hearts, and looked at the person who walked up to the podium and listened to his self-introduction.

Meng Yu was also in extreme shock, but compared to the previous two closed doors, this time she felt nothing in her heart, but her heart was mixed, listening to his self-introduction, watching his performance was very unpleasant.

But I don't know where this feeling comes from.

She also wanted to hear him introduce himself more.

He behaved very differently than she thought, unlike everyone else to be exact.

Some of the people who went up were so nervous that they couldn't speak, some forgot the words, and some were very happy and immersed in themselves. Only he is different from everyone else, he is neither nervous, nor forgetful, nor happy, and what he says is more like he has already thought in his heart, as casual and simple as going through a formality.

Only his name and age, nothing else, as if he didn't want others to know more about him.

It's more like he did it on purpose.

His performance couldn't help but make everyone wonder.

What kind of people have such a mentality?

It's as if he can't see anything, hear nothing, only his world.

He - only himself.

Despite this, Meng Yu silently wrote down what he said.

His name is Chen Shen and he is sixteen years old.

She remembered.

It turns out that your name is Chen Shen. It was accompanied by joy from her heart.

She traced her name lightly with her fingers on the table, and every word was extremely careful, more careful and more important than writing her own name.

A small seed had sprouted in her heart.

Meng Yu painted over and over again, counting the clock and waiting for class when he was bored, or looking at the night scene outside the window in a daze.

The neon lights outside the window are flickering, home is in the distance, is missing, I don't know how my sister is?

Meng Yu didn't have the heart to listen to the self-introduction of others later, he just looked forward to getting out of class, and sometimes he was tired of looking at the night sky, so he glanced at Chen Shen from time to time.

Only then did she realize that there were also many girls who were also coveting him, and they were even a little impatient.

It seems that she has to make a move after class.