After class, he didn't take the initiative to talk to Yanran.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed to just walk over and talk to her.

After all, they were playmates so many years ago, and besides...... Later, there was some unpleasantness.

Although he also wanted to walk over lightly, he pretended to be chic and said to her, "Hey! Remember me? “

But in my heart, I was faintly afraid that Yan Ran would still hold a grudge against the little unhappiness of the year, and pretending not to know him, it would be too shameless.

What's more, there is also this Lu Yunhai who sticks around him like a gummy candy all day long.

It doesn't matter if a person quietly loses face, I'm afraid that this big mouth will tell his pain as a joke to people all over the world.

The history teacher was writing the stage, and Yanran was sitting in the front row, wearing a white school uniform shirt and a long ponytail, occasionally bowing her head to take notes, and occasionally listening attentively to the teacher's explanation.

She likes to turn the pen, and he finds that she seems to involuntarily turn the pen in her hand every once in a while, extremely fast, and her slender white fingertips gently push the pen in her hand around her thumb, like a flower blooming on her slender fingertips.

There was a window beside her, and it was raining outside, and it was a small slap on the window, ticking and making a loud sound.

At least it sounded to him, but she didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, looking intently at the blackboard, her dark jade eyes still calm as water.

Nangong Xuanmu sat in the last row, a little bored with his slender arms propping up his chin, and lightly tapping the desk with his fingertips, once, twice, three times......

He noticed a phenomenon that puzzled him, as if his gaze would involuntarily drift to the front row by the window.

When he found out about this phenomenon, someone at his table also tacitly wrote a few big words in his history textbook, and then bumped his arm, signaling him to pay attention to his poor history book.

When he saw those two big words, he almost didn't vomit blood......

"Si 8 Spring"

These two big characters occupy the title page of the history textbook in an extremely ugly way, and they are also thickly thickened and shaded to form three-dimensional characters, as if standing on the textbook.

He glanced at Lu Yunhai viciously, at this time he stared at the teacher quietly, looking serious about studying hard, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a very smug and sinister smile.

Nangong Xuanmu also pretended not to move, but quietly took the history homework workbook from him. Then in the next class, Nangong Xuanmu seemed to be immersed in painting, but he didn't know what he was painting.

The bell rang for the end of class, because it was the last class of the day, and all the students were hungry at this time, and they rushed out of the classroom and rushed to the cafeteria.

Yanran was not in a hurry to go out, but sat in place and read the book for a while, and when she saw that everyone was almost gone, she packed up her textbooks and prepared to go out.

When she walked to the door of the teaching building, the rain outside seemed to be heavier, and Yan Ran looked at the sea of rain outside with some hesitation.

"Do you need an umbrella?" Suddenly, a voice rang out beside her.

Yan Ran followed the voice and looked over but only saw his shoulder, raised his head and saw his face clearly, it was Nangong Xuanmu.

He stood beside her, tall and thin, with a handsome appearance, clear eyes, a faint smile on his face, the bangs on his forehead were slightly wet, and the black school uniform jacket seemed to be wet with raindrops.

In fact, after class, he ran to the dormitory in the rain to get an umbrella, his clothes and shoes were soaked, and he changed into a new school uniform with lightning speed, took the umbrella and ran back.

In order to create this kind of encounter that can only be seen in movies, like the male protagonist in the movie, he happened to meet Yanran who was trapped in the teaching building by heavy rain.

But I didn't expect it......

"Thank you! I have an umbrella! Yan Ran smiled, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling thunder outside, just like Xuanmu's wounded heart at this moment.

Take it for nothing! Some are remorseful, some are depressed, some are humiliating......

Suddenly, a person appeared between the two of them in an extremely undesirable situation, both tall and thin, handsome and handsome, with a faint coldness in his eyes.

didn't say anything, just stood between the two of them, glanced at Yan Ran, and then at Xuan Mu, who was a little embarrassed.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a meaningful evil smile when he faced Xuanmu, and then snatched the umbrella from Xuanmu's hand, and said leisurely: "Umbrella lend me"

In just a moment, he disappeared from the two of them, holding an umbrella into the heavy rain, and waved his hand with his back to Xuanmu, as if to say that he didn't need to thank me.

Xuanmu seemed to have been seen through his heart, his heart was very weak, his face was red, the tips of his ears were red, as if he was about to drip blood, and he didn't dare to look at Yanran when he lowered his head.

Anyway, his umbrella was 'borrowed'. Now there is only one umbrella, two people, and it is pouring rain outside, so it is obvious that they have to hold an umbrella together.

Although the process was a little bumpy, it did not develop according to the plot he expected in advance.

But the end result is two people strolling with umbrellas in the autumn rain, not bad! He's quite satisfied.

He was holding an umbrella, red, and the rain was hitting it densely, crackling.

The umbrella was not big, and he was afraid of wetting her, so he leaned the umbrella towards her position, and his shoulders were wet, but he didn't seem to feel anything.

From time to time, he secretly glanced at her who was silent, her eyelashes were slender and long, forming a small shadow in the faint light, and her eyes were as colored as ink, and she couldn't see any emotion.

His heart twisted into a ball for some reason, and he didn't dare to gasp.

The atmosphere was very quiet, even a little embarrassing, as smart as she was, she must have seen the clues, but she didn't show her face.

The rain was heavy, but his pace was deliberately slow, and he made a small splash on the asphalt road full of rain and yellow leaves.

"It's raining so hard!" Obviously, Xuanmu didn't know how to break this embarrassment, and he felt very annoyed the moment he said it, this is not nonsense.

"Hmmm! It's pretty big. Yan Ran naturally knew Xuanmu's nervousness, but in fact, he was the only one who was embarrassed!

"I remember when it rained heavily, I could always find frogs on the side of the road......"

Obviously, Genki was talking about memories of being in town as a child.

Yanran's heart warmed, and she suddenly felt that in this unfamiliar campus, it was also a kind of luck and warmth to meet someone who shared her memories.

The country roads are always very muddy after the rain, but they like to catch frogs on the side of the road barefoot, covered with mud, and the little young master who originally had a strict habit of cleanliness did not know when he began to become a mud child like them, and he was agile, and it was natural to catch a frog or something.