The moment Yu Minghui came in, she found out that he was Zheng Guoqiang, she walked next to him, turned on the faucet to let the hot water flow into the thermos, and secretly glanced at Zheng Guoqiang.

Hey! Why do you think he's not as good-looking as he used to be? The eyes are also smaller, the nose is bigger, and the skin is not delicate, obviously the same person, why does it look so different from what it looks like now, did he wear a filter when he looked at him before?

Zheng Guoqiang turned his head to look at Yu Minghui, and found that her expression was a little strange, he didn't say anything, just nodded and left.

Remembering the various encounters that this girl had created in order to chase himself before, he hooked the corners of his mouth, which was actually a very cute girl, but he had a girlfriend he loved, so he could only refuse her.

Yu Minghui was still immersed in the question of why he was not looking good now, the sound of rushing water disrupted her thoughts, it turned out to be the sound of the kettle overflowing and spilling on the ground, Yu Minghui quickly turned off the faucet, poured a little water out of the kettle, closed the lid, and walked out with the kettle.

She thought that whether Zheng Guoqiang was still so good-looking in her eyes now, or she now felt that it didn't matter if he wasn't as good-looking as before, she used to like an idol, she didn't know everything about him, she only saw his appearance, all the chance encounters were just to get close to him and understand him, she was like a crazy little fan girl, running on the road of chasing, her idol gave her a critical blow, he said I don't need you, your chase can be stopped.

At that moment, she also wanted to ask - why, why can she and I can't?

Since then, she has found that this idol is not as good as she thought, he has his own character, his own methods, and his own freedom.

Eventually, she stopped her pursuit, and she found that many of his things were not what she liked, and the person she liked seemed to exist in her mind, never in reality.

It turned out that she just thought of him too well, and when she let go of those eyes that were obsessed with idols, she knew that he was the real him now.

Yu Minghui smiled slightly, revealing her standard eight teeth, and her mood was very happy.

Back in the dormitory, there was still no one, Yu Minghui decided to sleep a little longer and go to learn to paint at night.

The sound of opening the door and footsteps sounded one after another, lying on her side, Yu Minghui opened her eyes and listened to the movement, the footsteps walked to the opposite side, Yu Minghui pulled the thin quilt on the top of her head and covered her face.

There was a sound of rustling on the opposite bed, and Hao Ting lived opposite, so it was more than five o'clock now, and she came at this point every time.

A pang of hunger hits her, and she realizes that she hasn't eaten a day except breakfast.

But I don't want to leave this bed at all!

Yu Minghui turned over, lifted off the quilt to reveal a goose egg face, and looked at Hao Ting with a sleepy look in her round almond eyes.

"Alas~ Mom! Scared the hell out of me! Hao Ting patted her chest and sat on the bed.

"Xiaoyu, why didn't you wake up and make a sound, as soon as I turned around, I saw you staring at me, I was scared to death!"

Yu Minghui said in a bad tone: "Coward, little monkey." ”

"You're the little monkey, the flower of the dead class."

Yu Minghui looked at Hao Ting's smile, and was about to ask, but she didn't know whether to ask for a while, and she stopped talking.