The thoughts of youth are like dust raised in the corridor of the classroom, which is easy to appear in the sun and disappear on a rainy day.

And at this moment, the delicate and sensitive in Qin Rao's heart is as elusive as the veins on the details of the old locust tree in her grandmother's house many years ago in her memory, and even she herself doesn't dare to take a closer look.

Youth is to prove that many things are destined to be incomprehensible, the days full of pure whiteness, thinking thoroughly and stupidly not understanding, which of the two is happier, the answer is obvious.

Qin Rao walked in the direction that she had been familiar with for so many years and was able to move forward in the dark.

She tried to calm herself, and the three groups of five rows were the lighthouse in her distance and the pillow beside her.

Avoiding Lin Fan's deep eyes, she exhaled carefully, but with each step she took closer, her heartbeat would always speed up by a minute, and the choice that was not mixed with any emotional factors became so difficult.

Qin Rao was indignant that she was useless at the moment, and the pink and slightly chaotic gaze on her neck were betraying her heart together with her slightly messy pulse.

Lin Fan sat in the position of four groups and five rows, looking at Qin Rao's faint hesitation who avoided his eyes, and suddenly regretted giving her this problem.

It's just that Qin Rao's every breakthrough, every time he approaches, it is like stepping on his heart, making him feel like he is eating the marrow and knowing the taste, and this moment is the scene he has dreamed of countless times, his obsession is like Qin Rao's three groups of five rows, even if he can't bear it a little, he can't suppress the urge to experience this kind of beauty.

The aisle, which is more than ten meters long, has become long and long in the sound of early autumn rain.

Qin Rao walked to the position of the fourth row and stopped, a moment of hesitation, did not escape Lin Fan's eyes, she was a reserved girl after all, maybe she could sit down calmly if she was any other boy, but only Lin Fan made her a little overwhelmed.

"Your schoolbag seems to be quite heavy, I'll help you get it." Lin Fan ignored the angry eyes of the other three boys, reached out and took Qin Rao's schoolbag, and put it directly beside him.

After all, he helped himself make a decision, Qin Rao turned his cheek sideways, not wanting him to see the redness spreading at this time.

"Thank you." Sitting down sideways and indiscriminately putting a few books into the desk, Qin Rao brushed the broken hair around her ears, but her heartbeat did not calm down.

"Give it back to you." Lin Fan took out the English book full of notes from the other side, and the page of "I Have a Dream" was sandwiched with a light blue bookmark.

Qin Rao turned gently, and the dark fragrance came to her face.

Liang Xiaoxiao said to Qin Fen that it was love at first sight because of the same smell, and at this moment Lin Fan thought so, because even the smell of Qin Rao's shampoo could make him drunk and not wake up.

Some people will stop the flow of time around you, while others will speed up time, the former is Qin Rao, and the latter is naturally Mo Feng and Chen Yifei.

The two seemed to have discussed, one sat in front of Lin Fan, and the other sat behind Lin Fan.

What Lin Fan didn't expect was that Ruan Yao and Jia Chenchen sat next to them, there must be a big cat in it, but Lin Fan didn't bother to know, because his heart was already filled with satisfaction at the moment, and he didn't need to be stimulated by gossip.

With a large number of classmates seated, Qin Rao's new table mate was finally revealed, and he was the legendary police mystery.

If there is a hurricane in the third class of high school, then Lin Fan must be the eye of the storm.

It's just that Hu Wenlong is the only one who was scratched by the violent storm, as more than forty people, after he walked into the classroom, there was no good position to choose, and often whichever position he picked, the table next to him would cast disgusted and disgusted eyes.

In a dilemma, he had to sit down ruthlessly next to the guy who emitted a strange smell and was nicknamed "Poisonous".

"It seems that this guy can definitely practice in the past three years, and he will be blessed by misfortune." Mo Feng said with a smile.

"Then Lin Fanke has to change from Lu Xiaofeng to Chu Liuxiang." Chen Yifei shouted from the front.

"You've finally done it once." Mo Feng was very satisfied with Chen Yifei's performance.

Lin Fan complained bitterly in his heart, it's over, with these two guys attacking back and forth, his score in Qin Rao's heart is only afraid that it will fall off a cliff.

It's like a plate of plants vs. zombies, these two guys are punk zombies, they act as nuts, but how can they protect Xiao Qin Rao in the rear without attack power, Lin Fan shook his head, and when he saw Ruan Yao and Jia Chenchen who were in a daze on the side, his eyes lit up suddenly, aren't these two pea gunners, it seems that they have something to play.

If there is no ambiguity, it is very in line with such a sky, the heartbeat is beating with rain, and there are slightly cool thoughts between the ridicule.

Zhang Jianguo stood on the podium and looked at the third class of high school after reshuffling the cards, there was a burst of irritability for no reason, completely unexpected, the most dangerous person in the class and his most optimistic person sat together, and a small group was vaguely formed around.

Judging from his many years of teaching experience, in No. 1 Middle School, early love often occurs between a good girl with a particularly good academic performance and a bad boy who often gets into trouble, he doesn't want Lin Fan to bury the seedlings of Yanjing Huaqing that he finally had before, and in case Lin Fan and Qin Rao have some chemical reaction, it will have a leading demonstration effect.

"Okay, the general location won't change like this, but you still have to fine-tune it in a small range according to your height." Zhang Jianguo made up his mind, not wanting his goal to be too obvious, he first randomly adjusted a few positions in various directions of the classroom, and then said to Lin Fan:

"Lin Fan, you change positions with Jia Chenchen behind you, the little girl is less than one meter six or five tall, and she will definitely be blocked if she sits too back."

In an instant, what made Zhang Jianguo feel cold was not the young man's sharp eyes, but the reluctant gaze cast by the two girls.

However, Lin Fan got up quite naturally, first put the schoolbag in the desk on Jia Chenchen's place, and then whispered to the hesitant girl:

"Actually, it's all the same, the evil god is a snob, you know what a snob is, you will only look at us from one direction, if the evil god's podium is in the window, let's turn it like this and become the same table again. It's nice to experience both sides. ”

Qin Rao turned her head and thought, why are you telling me this, it seems that she can't bear him, really.

When Lin Fan saw Qin Rao's actions, his heart was very sweet, I am afraid that the behavior of a little girl like her is the first time he has seen it.

The sweet stimulation made Lin Fan have a bold idea, should there be a farewell ceremony at the same table in just a few minutes?

He looked at Qin Rao, who was facing sideways, her naturally hanging hand holding the pen had a slender and beautiful skeleton, sometimes followed by a slight tremor of her heartbeat, and under the incandescent light, the back of her hand flowed with a momentary light.

The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves that have sheltered from the rain with you.

Sixty eyes fell like autumn rain outside the window, Lin Fan secretly held Qin Rao's hand under the desk, cold and a little trembling, he counted in a voice that only two people could hear: one, two, three.

The touch of the palm, a clear and distant movement, in an instant, the atmosphere froze, and the heart was like amber wrapped in pine resin in this moment, from the boundless steppe of the Middle Ages to the endless desert thousands of years later, under the appearance of quiet pause, it was as hot as a liquor boiling.