The lecture hall in the school building was full of people, many people chattering and discussing topics of interest, and there were also many couples hugging each other. In the corner of the last row of the pen "Fun" pavilion www.biquge.info there was a quiet girl, the girl's cold temperament was a little out of place with the noise next to her, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes to recuperate.

"Wu Bing." A gentle male voice came from overhead, and the girl opened her eyes to look at the person who came, and smiled politely: "Senior Wen Jiayu." ”

Wen Jiayu was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black board shoes, riding on his height of 180, handsome facial features, a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his tall nose, and always with a gentle smile on his face: "Is there anyone sitting in the vacant seat next to you?" Can I sit here? Wen Jiayu looked at the girl who had always been cold, and smiled and pointed to a few empty seats beside her.

"Senior, sit down, sit down." Before Wu Bing could speak, He Qing hurriedly dragged her boyfriend Dahai to the side, vacating the position next to Lin Bing.

"Thank you." Wen Jiayu smiled, sat next to Wu Bing, and looked at the girl who still had a cold expression, but smiled and chatted with her: "Wu Bing, it's been half a year since you entered college, how do you feel?" ”

"Well, it's okay." Wu Bing really has nothing to say about people she doesn't know, Wen Jiayu just received her when school started again, and from then on, every time Wen Jiayu saw her, he would greet her with a smile, and he always felt that the generations of the two people were reversed.

"Please come to me if you have anything, although I am now out of the student union, I can still help if there is something."

"Okay, thank you."

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, Wu Bing was still leaning against the wall and pretending to sleep, and Wen Jiayu looked down at his phone.

"I don't know what she's pretending to be, Senior Wen Jiayu cares about her so much, she still has a cold face..."

"That's it, what is B, it's cold every day..."

"I think she's gay, like a man..."

"Senior doesn't know what to think, for this kind of person..."

"Two beauties, what kind of person am I?" Wu Bing listened to the two girls in front of him muttering that it was really troublesome, opened his eyes and leaned over to them, and asked coldly. Wu Bing's behavior certainly attracted the attention of Wen Jiayu and He Qing next to him, and the three of them looked at Wu Bing, who was a little displeased, in confusion.

"Bingbing, what's wrong?" He Qing stretched out his hand over Wen Jiayu and patted Wu Bing's shoulder.

"No, there are just two eight women who love to chew the root of their tongues when they have nothing to do." Wu Bing sat up straight, glanced at the two girls in front of her who didn't move, just leaned on the seat and looked at the watch on her wrist, she knew that Wen Jiayu had a surprised expression at this time, she didn't care what others thought of her, she just needed to live happily by herself.

"Wu Bing, you're pretty handsome." Wen Jiayu looked at the smiling girl with some admiration, seeing that the girl had no desire to make a stubble, he turned his head and didn't know what he was looking for: "Hey! Fan Shuo! Over here! ”

When Wu Bing heard Wen Jiayu's shout, his heart was shocked, and he turned his head to look at the door. The man was wearing white sports long sleeves, with two slender and strong legs wrapped under black pants, his hands in his trouser pockets, and he walked towards this side with an expressionless face. Wu Bing hurriedly turned his head when he cast his eyes on himself, blinked his eyes and sat straight in his seat.

"Why are you sitting here?" The boy sat next to Wen Jiayu and spoke, his magnetic deep voice like a perfect bass blown by a black pipe. Wu Bing listened to such a nice voice, and his beautiful face was a little red.

"It's already late for us to finish playing, and there's no place to come over, so I still know a school girl who gave it up."

"Senior sister?" Fan Shuo raised his eyebrows.

"It's not, Wu Bing, it's from the art design department." Wen Jiayu stepped aside and introduced Wu Bing, who was a little dazed, to Fan Shuo. Wu Bing turned his head stiffly, looked at Fan Shuo, and smiled: "Hello senior." ”

Fan Shuo looked at Wu Bing expressionlessly, Wen Jiayu didn't look right, and quietly touched Fan Shuo, Fan Shuo hooked the corner of his mouth: "Fan Shuo." ”

"Fan Shuo is a well-known small forward in our physical education department," Wen Jiayu said with a smile as he introduced his friend from three years in college, "You can also go to him if you have anything." ”

"Okay, thank you." Wu Bing glanced at Fan Shuo, who was no longer talking, it was a coincidence that Fan Shuo turned his head, and the eyes of the two yes met at this moment, Wu Bing hurriedly turned his head, feeling his puffing heartbeat, and feeling like he was about to jump out.

"What is this old man doing when he calls the three grades together?" Fan Shuo glanced at the overwhelming sea of people, frowned irritably, and turned his head to ask Wen Jiayu.

"I don't know, what kind of mobilization meeting should be, it's okay, we will be liberated next year. Anyway, it's the second half of the junior year, and the last time we were warped, the old man couldn't find you, and caught me that lesson. ”

"You've always carried it a little bit."

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