When Lu Yang put Sprite in Cao Xue's hand, Cao Xue was surprised, so she turned her face and glanced at Lu Yang in confusion, and when she saw that it was Lu Yang, although she felt a little uncomfortable, but after smiling politely at Lu Yang, she lowered her head and read the book again.

Lu Yang glanced at it, and it seemed that what was written in the book was some knowledge of musical instruments.

Lu Yang saw that Cao Xue continued to read, and he had no intention of continuing to communicate with himself, and he was not disappointed in his heart, it just so happened that he hadn't written a word today, so he could write quietly at this time.

Spreading out the snow-white manuscript paper and holding the pencil that had been sharpened a long time ago, Lu Yang subconsciously reached into his trouser pocket to take out a cigarette, and when his fingers had already touched the cigarette case, he suddenly remembered that smoking was such a thing, and now he can't let Cao Xue know.

As a result, the action of taking out the cigarette had to be stopped, and the hand that took out the cigarette had to be taken back empty.

Then, Lu Yang held the pencil and wanted to calm down and conceive the plot, and then start writing.

However, soon, Lu Yang's brows became more and more wrinkled.

Because Lu Yang has been accustomed to lighting a cigarette when conceiving the plot for many years, but at this time, he can't smoke, there is no cigarette in his mouth, and there is no nicotine in his lungs.

However, there was always something missing in my mouth, and there was always a thought in my heart, that the right hand holding the pen always wanted to reach into my pocket and pull out a cigarette.

So Lu Yang was tragic.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, Lu Yang felt that it was not a way to go on like this, and his eyes suddenly looked at Sprite in his hand.

When he came just now, he bought two bottles of Sprite, gave one bottle to Cao Xue, and he himself had one bottle at hand, Lu Yang suddenly reached over and unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poured two large mouthfuls into his stomach.

Lu Yang's voice drinking Sprite seemed to affect Cao Xue's reading, and she was looking down to read a book, her brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't look up and say Lu Yang because of this little thing.

"Maybe he's thirsty. ”

Cao Xue explained to Lu Yang in her heart.

Lu Yang didn't notice that Cao Xue frowned slightly, and after putting down the Sprite bottle, Lu Yang held the pencil again, twisted his brows, and began to work hard to calm down and enter the state, in order to conceive the specific plot needed tonight.

However, Sprite is not a cigarette at all, and it does not have any resemblance to the composition of cigarettes.

On the contrary, after Sprite's carbonated drink's unique gas suddenly poured into Lu Yang's stomach, it suddenly burst out, making Lu Yang suddenly burp.

Lu Yang hadn't found the state yet, but because of this hiccup, he interrupted again.

When she heard Lu Yang's hiccup, Cao Xue's brows that had just stretched out next to her furrowed slightly again, but it was normal for her to burp after drinking Sprite, and she was not good at saying Lu Yang for this reason, so this time she still didn't look up to say Lu Yang.

Lu Yang pursed his lips helplessly, took a deep breath, and continued to calm down, looking for the state of writing a novel.

However, he still felt that a cigarette was missing from his mouth.

In the past, when Lu Yang was writing novels, when he habitually lit a cigarette, Lu Yang didn't think it was a bad habit.

Even, when writing, even if he didn't light it, he habitually had a cigarette in his mouth, and Lu Yang didn't feel anything.

After all, this is not his habit alone, and most fiction authors, when writing, need cigarettes or coffee to condense.

However, at this moment, when he couldn't smoke cigarettes, but he had to write a manuscript, Lu Yang was really irritable and couldn't find his state!

After sitting in his seat for more than ten minutes in annoyance, Lu Yang found that he still couldn't find a little bit of state, plus the ten minutes wasted before, more than half an hour had passed.

This made Lu Yang feel very bad, night is the golden time for his own manuscript, it is a pity to waste it in vain.

"What should I do?"

Lu Yang turned his face slightly, glanced at Cao Xue, who was reading quietly beside him, and had an idea in his heart, since he had to smoke, then go out and smoke!

Go out and smoke while thinking about the specific plot to be written tonight, and when the plot is conceived, hurry in and start writing while the state is still there.

Lu Yang, who couldn't think of any other way for a while, did it when he thought of it, left his seat lightly, and walked out of the classroom softly.

Lu Yang didn't know that Cao Xue hadn't been immersed in the world of the book since he arrived, and his attention had been paying attention to him as if he hadn't been there.

After all, he is a boy who has been chasing her recently, and in her heart, Cao Xue hopes to know more about him.

It's a pity that with such a moment of secret attention, Lu Yang did not leave a good impression on her.

Came to the evening self-study, actually only brought a blank paper and pencil, not even a book, not to say, since sitting down, did not do a serious thing, first sat there for more than ten minutes, and then suddenly opened Sprite and gulped two sips, followed by another ten minutes of stupe, and then, it was even more outrageous, thinking that she was concentrating on reading, did not pay attention to him, and actually slipped out quietly.

"Is he a poor student who doesn't like to study at all?

Cao Xue couldn't help but have such doubts in her heart.

Between the delicate eyebrows, I couldn't help frowning even tighter.

……

Lu Yang didn't know that his appearance for such a while had already made Cao Xue have a bad impression of himself, if Lu Yang knew that it would have this effect, he would definitely pay attention to his subtle expressions tonight, and he would never be so "tired of studying".

After quietly walking outside the classroom, Lu Yang came to an old pine tree outside the corridor, there was a guardrail under the old pine tree, Lu Yang sat on the edge of the guardrail casually, exhaled lightly, and his expression finally relaxed, no longer depressed.

He took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out one and lit it, took it in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

The familiar nicotine taste was inhaled into the lungs, which made Lu Yang's entire mental state begin to become different, his mind quickly stabilized, and after a few puffs of cigarettes, Lu Yang's mind had completely calmed down, his thinking had completely entered the world of the novel, and his whole brain began to become ethereal.

As mentioned earlier, Lu Yang has already written the outline of the first volume of "Doomsday Wasteland", and Lu Yang has long been aware of the story direction of the first volume of this work.

Before you start writing each day, you only need to think about the specific plot of the day.

The outline is written about the branches of the story, and the specific plot that Lu Yang conceives every day is like the thin branches and young leaves on the branches of a big tree.

The overall quality of the story depends on the branches, and whether each chapter is wonderful or not depends on the small branches and young leaves.

After only smoking one and a half cigarettes, Lu Yang had conceived the specific plot of the two chapters to be written tonight.

At this point, Lu Yang finally showed a smile on his face, casually threw the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand at his feet, and extinguished it with his toes, Lu Yang strode into the classroom and returned to his seat with a smile.

When Lu Yang went out, he was light-hearted, for fear of alarming Cao Xue, and when he came back, because his heart was full of the storyline he was going to write tonight, he moved a little bigger.

So, it was a little noisy to Cao Xue.

This made Cao Xue's impression of Lu Yang almost extremely bad, and she had already decided that from tomorrow night, she would no longer come here for evening self-study, and she would no longer pay attention to this boy in the future.