"Ding, ding, ding!" The rapid sound of the alarm woke the wind chill from his sleep. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh no, no, don't be late today." With a muttering mouth, Feng Han turned over and got out of bed, quickly put his clothes on his body, and then rushed to the bathroom with his slippers. No matter how bizarre what happened last night, today he is still just an ordinary college student.

Feng Han studied in the Chinese Department of Shuchuan University, which is known as the first comprehensive strength in the southwest, and because he often had that strange dream, in order not to disturb other students, of course, but also for his own freedom, he currently rented a suite near the school. Fortunately, when the irresponsible father sent photos of traveling around the world every two or three months, he did not forget to send a sum of money that was enough for his living expenses, so that he basically did not have to worry about money.

When the wind chill rushed into the classroom, it was still ten minutes before class. For a sophomore student, of course, entering the classroom so early is not for the purpose of not being late for class, Feng Han entered the classroom, and his eyes immediately began to search among the classmates who had already come to the classroom.

She hasn't come yet?

Feng Han was secretly glad that he was still ahead of Yiren after all, and he came so early today to officially launch a love offensive against the goddess in his heart. Since I heard a month ago that the goddess had broken up with her rumored boyfriend in high school and was still single, Feng Han has been looking for a chance to confess, and then after hearing that the goddess's favorite youth group "Sweet Girl" will hold a campus singing party in the gymnasium of Shuchuan University a week later, Feng Han thinks that the opportunity he has been waiting for has finally come. Please enter the URL: heiyaпge in lowercase letters to watch the latest and fastest chapters

Just yesterday, Feng Han received two tickets for the singing club that he booked online, so today he couldn't wait to come to the classroom, ready to invite the goddess in person.

Thinking of the surprise expression of receiving a ticket from herself after the goddess came, Feng Han couldn't help but smile on his lips, as if he was just around the corner from the life of a single dog. He touched the ticket in his pocket and found that his palms were a little sweaty from excitement.

You must be confident and calm, but you can't behave abnormally and let her underestimate her.

Feng Han quietly took a deep breath and cheered himself up in his heart.

As a string of silver bell-like laughter sounded at the door of the classroom, Feng Han's spirit lifted and he said secretly: "She's here!"

Stepping into the classroom are four young girls holding arms, and the second from the left stands out among the four, standing out from the crowd. I saw that her willow eyebrows were like daisies, her eyes were like stars, her nose was beautiful, her lips were better than Zhu Dan, and her shoulder-length hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, full of youthful vitality, and the whole person looked beautiful and delicate. She is the goddess of wind and cold, and she is also the class flower Huang Xiang in the class.

As soon as Huang Xiang and the others entered the classroom, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the class, no matter when and where, beauties will always become the focus without exception.

Just as Feng Han clenched the ticket in his hand and was about to make a move, a figure had snatched out of him.

"Huang Xiang, I heard that you like sweet girl groups, I specially bought two tickets for their singing club, do you have time to watch them together?" The male classmate who was snatched out is named Zhang Fan, his father is a famous barrister in the provincial capital, and he is also a talent, with outstanding grades, and he can be regarded as a man of the year at work.

Before Huang Xiang could speak, her best friend had already snatched the ticket in Zhang Fan's hand, and then the best friend was already exclaiming: "Wow, the special ticket in the second row, classmate Zhang, you are really worth a lot of money!" "For such a singing club, the first row must be filled with school leaders and special guests, and the tickets for the second row are excellent.

"It's nothing, as long as Huang Xiang likes it." Zhang Fan had a charming smile on his face, and his eyes were fixed on Huang Xiang's pretty face, waiting for the beauty's response.

Huang Xiang's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, he pursed his lower lip, and after a little hesitation, he said with a slight chin on his head: "I think it should be free." ”

Hearing the permission of the beauty in disguise, the smile on Zhang Fan's face became even stronger, and he said, "Okay, I'll pick you up then." ”

"Hey, classmate Zhang Fan, you can't favor one over the other."

"Yes, yes, yes, we are also fans of Sweet Girl, and we also want to go to the singer club."

"If you want to chase our family Xiangxiang, you have to please us first."

Huang Xiang's three best friends began to coax.

"No problem, no problem, let's go together then." Zhang Fan, who had already achieved his goal, hurriedly made a guarantee, for him, it was nothing to buy three more tickets for the singing club, not to mention that the next three tickets did not need to buy special tickets, I believe Huang Xiang's three girlfriends can also understand.

As a result, everyone was satisfied, and even began to discuss the details of going to the singing club.

The only thing that was lost was Feng Han, who was standing outside the circle of several people, and it was not terrible to be taken first, but it was the distance that was taken by this step. Feng Han knew that although he had no shortage of food and clothing, it was still difficult for him to buy two special tickets, whether it was from the perspective of money or social status, and he had not calculated the investment in bribing Huang Xiang's three girlfriends.

Feng Han stuffed the ticket he had just pulled out of his pocket back into his pocket, turned around excitedly, and prepared to return to his usual seat to wait for class.

Feng Han's abnormal behavior finally attracted the attention of Huang Xiang's best friend Lin Yi, who shouted behind Feng Han: "Feng Han, aren't you going to ask our family Xiangxiang to see the song club, right?" ”

Feng Han, who was stopped, had to turn around, and he turned his head to look at Huang Xiang first. I saw a shallow smile on the face of the goddess in my mind, and bowed her head slightly.

The goddess's smile did not make Feng Han's heart happy, on the contrary, it made his heart hurt even more. Because he saw politeness and kindness in Huang Xiang's smile, but he didn't see joy and excitement. He understands that sometimes politeness and kindness are actually disguised refusal.

"No, I'm actually new to the classroom." Wind Chill tried his best to behave naturally.

"And what did you stuff in your pocket? I look like a ticket to the Sweet Girl Singer Club, you take it out and I'll take a look. Lin Yi didn't let go of the wind and cold, but broke the casserole with a curious face and asked to the end.

"Oh, I heard you talk about the song club, and I remembered that I just got the tickets I ordered online yesterday, and I confirmed it casually." Seeing that he couldn't hide, Feng Han simply found a reason.

"I can see that it's two tickets, who are you going to date?" Lin Yi said with a smile, full of gossip spirit.

"Lin Meinu, who I ask is my secret." Feng Han, who felt a big headache, pretended to be a mysterious prevarication, and at this time let him admit that it was about Huang Xiang that would undoubtedly make him lose all his money in the class, after all, what he had in his hand was just an ordinary ticket.

"Yiyi, don't make trouble, it's almost class." Huang Xiang squeaked Lin Yi and stood up to relieve the wind cold.

"Okay, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, I know that our family Xiangxiang is popular." Lin Yi smiled and dodged Huang Xiang's fingers.

Feng Han knew that Huang Xiang stood up at this time not simply for his sake, but was afraid that once the matter was revealed, everyone would fall into an embarrassing situation. He sighed silently in his heart, ignored the frolicking of the two women, and walked to his seat.

Zhang Fan, who stayed out of the matter, always maintained a gentlemanly smile, and for him, it didn't matter whether Feng Han was ready to invite Huang Xiang or not. Because in his heart, Feng Han is not even qualified to be his competitor.

The "Jingle Bell" class bell finally rang, and all the students in the classroom quickly found seats and sat down.

Feng Han took out the textbook, but his mind was not on the book at all.

Does this count as a relationship that ended without a problem? Cut, it hasn't started yet, how can there be any bullshit romance? This is just a secret love that has not been confessed under the fermentation of youth hormones.

The cranky Feng Han didn't notice that in the row behind him, there was a woman holding a textbook who had been quietly watching all this from the beginning.

For the rest of the day, the wind chill was spent absent-mindedly. After dinner in the cafeteria, Feng Han simply returned to his rented cabin, turned on the computer and played online games, only in this way could he get out of the negative emotions of sadness.

While Feng Han was having fun in the game, the mobile phone he kept on the table suddenly rang.

Feng Han picked up the phone casually and saw that the caller ID on it was an unfamiliar number, although this number was an extremely rare number, and he was not ready to deal with it when he was in a bad mood.

Choosing to refuse to answer, put down the phone, and Wind Chill continued to fight in the game. Moments later, there was a soft "ding" sound on his phone, and this time it was a text message coming in.

"What kind of plane?" Feng Han scolded and scolded, and impatiently picked up the phone again.

The text message was sent from the unfamiliar number just now, and the content was only one sentence:

"I'm waiting for you at table 18 at the Story Bar. - Forget"

This time the wind chill could no longer remain calm, and he immediately thought of the mysterious forgotten years like water. Story Bar Feng Han is familiar, a theme bar suitable for friends to meet and lovers to date, just one street away from where he lives. But the question is, how does the other party know that they live near the story bar? Even if he exposes the location of the other party's mobile phone number, there is no reason for the other party to investigate himself so clearly in just one day, right?

A chill rose up his spine, and he had too many questions to ask, so he immediately called back with his phone.

"I'm sorry, the phone you made is turned off!"

The sweet and mechanical tone disappointed Feng Han, and it seemed that the other party was not going to explain on the phone. Feng Han could no longer sit down and continue the game with peace of mind, driven by strong curiosity, he decided to meet the one who had forgotten his years like passing water, even if the other party laid a tiger's den.

Quitting the game, turning off the computer, Feng Han quickly grabbed his coat and went out.

The story bar is located a few hundred meters outside the south gate of Shuchuan University, and is loved by college students because of its superior location and elegant and quiet environment.

When Feng Han arrived at the bar, there were already several couples sitting in the bar on a date. Feng Han, who had been partying with friends at this bar, walked to table 18 without the guidance of a waiter.

Table 18 is a small booth in the middle of the bar, and the wind chill on the road has already seen a woman wearing sunglasses, long hair and shawl, and a black dress sitting on the sofa of the booth is looking down and fiddling with the laptop on the table.

It turns out that this mysterious forgotten years are like water, and it turns out to be a woman!

With such a new cognition, Feng Han sat down on the booth sofa opposite the other party and greeted: "Hello! ”

The woman in the black dress did not show any mood swings because of the wind chill seat, she slowly raised her head from the front of the notebook in the wind chill greeting.

Although the other party has not taken off his sunglasses, Feng Han can't see the whole picture of the other party clearly, but just based on the pretty nose bridge under the other party's sunglasses, diamond-shaped mouth, and sharp jaw, Feng Han can judge that this forgetful old age is not only a woman, but also an extremely beautiful woman.

Forgetting the passing years, a charming smile appeared on her lips, and she reached out with her left hand and gently plucked her sunglasses.

"Frost and Snow on the Wrists!" This was the first word that came to Feng Han's mind after seeing the other party's jade hand, and then before he could let out a sigh of admiration in his heart, he saw a palpitation scene that he would never forget.

The other party's sunglasses were finally taken off, and Feng Han saw her whole picture, her eyebrows were as faint as the light mist shrouded in Jiangnan, and her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. What kind of eyes are they, crystal clear, like the clearest lake I have ever seen in my childhood, and the lake is already the most beautiful scenery in the world. What's more, her eyes are so deep and distant, as if precipitated a rainbow-like dream.

"There are such women in this world, it turns out that the book says that the country and the city are like this." Feng Han screamed wildly in the bottom of his heart, completely oblivious to how his half-open mouth was in a gaffe.

The beauty seems to be accustomed to the embarrassment of a man seeing her for the first time, she is not half displeased, the smile on the corner of her mouth is still clear and shallow, but the light in her eyes is gradually serious and solemn. Her red lips opened lightly, her voice was like a song, melodious, but her tone was extremely sincere: "Do you believe in fate?" ”