"Brother Yan, you also noticed, right?" Mao Xiaohua deliberately added another sentence, with obvious flattery in his tone.

Yan Feiyang immediately heard the careful thinking in Mao Xiaohua's words, but he didn't pierce it, neither admitted nor denied it, and it could be regarded as giving Mao Xiaohua a step down.

Sure enough, Mao Xiaohua didn't notice anything unusual, after all, his Taoism was still too shallow, and his intentions were too obvious.

Mao Xiaohua also thought that he had guessed Yan Feiyang's mind again this time, and it was too difficult to say a message that would interest him.

"Li Ming seems to have been a lot more diligent in the past two days, and he is more active in class than before." Mao Xiaohua said in a low voice.

"Really?" Yan Feiyang responded lightly.

Mao Xiaohua rarely saw Yan Feiyang responding, and nodded flatteredly, as if Yan Feiyang didn't believe it, he added: "That's right, I think there must be something wrong here, otherwise Li Ming is stimulated." ”

It's no wonder that Mao Xiaohua was surprised, the possibility of Li Ming's sex change is comparable to that of a sow going up a tree.

Yan Feiyang had no impression of Li Ming, and he was not interested. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to remember each other's names and looks, not to mention that they are still in the same dormitory.

Seeing that Yan Feiyang didn't speak, Mao Xiaohua seemed to be encouraged, and guessed excitedly: "Could it be that this guy has opened his mind?" ”

Speaking of this, Mao Xiaohua muttered to himself: "Impossible, I still don't believe ......"

Grunting, Mao Xiaohua unconsciously looked at Yan Feiyang.

Yan Feiyang didn't speak again except for showing a little interest at first, and his eyes didn't take off the textbook in his hand.

Mao Xiaohua pursed his lips a little disappointed. Once again, he played the ability to find words without words, and said, "Brother Yan." What do you think? ”

Yan Feiyang thought for a moment and said, "Hmm." Thank you. ”

He patronized and read the book, recalled Mao Xiaohua's words just now, and replied with such a sentence.

No matter what Mao Xiaohua's starting point was, Yan Feiyang felt that it was always right to say thank you.

Mao Xiaohua was slightly stunned, and was a little confused by Yan Feiyang's simple two words, so he had to wave his hand blankly: "It's okay, it's okay......"

Yan Feiyang's face never had an extra expression, and he didn't seem to care much about Li Ming's affairs.

Mao Xiaohua, who has already successfully talked to Yan Feiyang, can't care so much. Originally, there were very few topics that Yan Feiyang was interested in, and it was a success if there was a response.

If it was someone else who faced Yan Feiyang. It is inevitable to roll your eyes in your heart, feeling that he is arrogant, has no one in his eyes, and is not polite or something.

This is indeed the impression that most of his classmates have on him.

But Mao Xiaohua is different.

Although Mao Xiaohua and Yan Feiyang have not been roommates for a long time, he has already developed a cheeky face, and this level of dialogue is rare for Mao Xiaohua.

And Yan Feiyang never cared about other people's evaluations.

These people are isolated from afar, unable to get closer at all, and can only judge others by imagination. Of course, Mao Xiaohua didn't bother to be with them.

Maybe Mao Xiaohua didn't realize it himself, since he unilaterally hung the big tree of Yan Feiyang, his behavior and thoughts have also undergone subtle changes.

After Mao Xiaohua and Yan Feiyang finished speaking, they glanced back at the corner of the back row with a little reluctance. There are still a few minutes left until class. But Li Ming was still lying on the table and sleeping soundly.

Mao Xiaohua's eyes were full of contempt, he believed that even if there was thunder at this time, he would definitely not be able to wake up Li Ming.

He immediately felt that there might be something wrong with his observation during this time, maybe those were all illusions deliberately made by Li Ming before.

But it's not so easy to maintain the illusion. So Li Ming couldn't hold it anymore. It's as if it's all coming back to light. The class bell rang, and Mao Xiaohua silently withdrew his gaze. Refocus on the classroom.

A few days later, Mao Xiaohua's most anticipated freshman party finally came.

During this time, Li Ming's performance was much the same as before. I stay in school every day, I don't run around, and I go to class on time. However, the professor said on the podium, and Li Ming slept dimly below.

Mao Xiaohua didn't understand it at first, but then he didn't care, after all, he didn't have a good impression of Li Ming.

On the day of the freshman party, Mao Xiaohua began to prepare early. He spread out the clothes he had brought from home one by one, and began to choose them as if he were facing a great enemy. The more he picked, the tighter Xiaohua's brows wrinkled, and his face was bitter and hateful.

The clothes that came out were all the clothes he pressed at the bottom of the box, and he was usually reluctant to wear them in class, and only let them come out to see the sun on important occasions.

But Mao Xiaohua couldn't help but regret it at this time.

Because he doesn't like any of the clothes, he always feels that if he wears them, he will be buried in the crowd, let alone talk to the school girl.

If you knew this, you should go out and spend hard, even if you ask for leave.

But now it's definitely too late to go out to the meeting, Mao Xiaohua had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and resigned himself to taking the clothes one by one to his body and comparing them.

Since it was a weekend, everyone had no classes, so Mao Xiaohua was able to choose clothes so well. But Mao Xiaohua was the only one in the bedroom.

Yan Feiyang: Needless to say, at this time, he must have either eaten breakfast in the cafeteria or read books in the library. Cheng Ce also saw the beginning and the end of Shenlong during this time, but eighty percent of them also studied on their own in the library or classroom. Li Ming was not there, and Mao Xiaohua didn't care at all.

That's what he said, but the first thing Mao Xiaohua saw when he woke up was to look at Yan Feiyang who was oblique upwards, if the other party wasn't there, Mao Xiaohua's heart would be inexplicably worried.

After that, Mao Xiaohua would subconsciously look at the opposite bed, and he would breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Ming's position was also empty.

Mao Xiaohua was still wondering while picking out clothes, could it be that he remembered the wrong time? Isn't it tonight for freshmen?

This can't be blamed on Mao Xiaohua, he has this kind of idea because he wants to compare, and others don't pay too much attention to this party. In this way, it seems that he is a little overly excited.

Yan Feiyang even if he was able to participate in the freshman party, Mao Xiaohua was already surprised enough.

With Yan Feiyang's personality, he will definitely go directly after class, and he will not make any preparations at all, let alone waste so much time because of a piece of clothing like Mao Xiaohua.

But Cheng Ce and Mao Xiaohua can't understand it.

Obviously, Cheng Ce had to come up that day, but after Yan Feiyang agreed, he acted like he had nothing to do, what to do, and he didn't seem to take the party seriously.

Mao Xiaohua was a little blocked in his heart inexplicably, originally he had a little complaint about Cheng Ce, but this time it was even more serious.

He had silently warned himself in his heart that if Cheng Ce had a similar request in the future, he would definitely refuse mercilessly. Unless Yan Feiyang came down again.

Picking clothes is the second most difficult thing for Mao Xiaohua after studying, and seeing that the sun is about to set, he can choose two clothes.

Mao Xiaohua, who took a long breath, felt that the whole person was collapsed, and finally there were only two options left, and he would wait for Yan Feiyang to come back and ask him to do him a favor in a while.

Looking at the time, Yan Feiyang should almost come back.

Yan Feiyang was concentrating on reading books in the library at this time, and seeing that the time was almost up, he closed the book in his hand, stood up silently, and walked to the bookshelf, wanting to borrow another book and take it back to the bedroom.

On the bookshelf of traditional Chinese medicine classics, there are very few things that Yan Feiyang has not read.

There are basically no people here, because most of them are obscure ancient books, and even students generally choose the simpler version.

There are very few students like Yan Feiyang who have almost obsessive-compulsive disorder in medical classics.

Even Cheng Ce, who has always worked hard, rarely borrows books here, and although ancient books have many benefits, they also seem to be extremely time-consuming.

But that's fine, no one comes to disturb Yan Feiyang, he can choose the books he wants to read from these rows of bookshelves, and he doesn't have to worry about being affected.

But obviously today is a special day.

Yan Feiyang was reading an ancient book, and a thin layer of ash had accumulated on it, which showed how long it had been since the book had been borrowed.

He was looking at it seriously, his expression was focused, and anyone who looked at it felt that Yan Feiyang must be immersed in the book, and he was not aware of everything around him.

But in fact, the more times like this, Yan Feiyang will be particularly keen. Only when Yan Feiyang felt safe would he relax his spirit.

Naturally, Yan Feiyang also noticed a person who was slowly approaching him.

Yan Feiyang's expression did not change at all, and even his eyes were always focused on the ancient books, turning the pages carefully, and cherishing them very much.

The man seemed to be relieved to see Yan Feiyang's focused appearance, and continued to tiptoe closer.

Although Yan Feiyang didn't even look away, he could already tell from his footsteps and breathing that the other party was just an ordinary girl.

Yan Feiyang, who was braking quietly, did not relax his vigilance, but he couldn't see it from his appearance at all.

There were very few people in these two rows of bookshelves, and it was a girl, so she didn't even read the books after walking here, and walked straight towards Yan Feiyang.

And he was afraid of being discovered by Yan Feiyang, so he deliberately lightened his pace. This couldn't help but make Yan Fei suspicious, it was obvious that the purpose of the person who came was him.

At this time, the girl's footsteps stopped about two meters away from Yan Feiyang.

Yan Feiyang felt two lines of sight projected onto his body, and the stay time was not too short. However, he didn't notice anything obvious in the other person's gaze.

He still didn't react, and after the girl stood quietly for a while, she seemed to be a little anxious and stretched out her hand to Yan Feiyang.

Yan Feiyang looked away from the ancient book without warning, and met the girl's gaze with a sparse expression.

The girl was visibly startled, and withdrew her hand as if it had been burned, accompanied by a small scream.

Yan Feiyang couldn't help frowning when he heard this slightly harsh voice. (To be continued.) )