After a while, the bell rang for the end of class, and his drawings were gradually drawn, and three seconds later, there was already the sound of walking outside the classroom.

The footsteps were still ringing, they were already outside the classroom, and the pencil in his hand was still sketching in the wind......

That footstep was still echoing in his ears, and the movements of his hands were getting faster and faster, faster and faster, until the footsteps had already stepped into the room, Ye Xingchen's movements suddenly stopped, and then slammed the drawing paper back under the book in half a second.

When Chu Lianxia and Ran quietly walked over together, they happened to see the scene when Ye Xingchen withdrew her hand, she was stunned, and then blinked, a little puzzled.

This guy, hand pumped?

As soon as she returned to her position, she didn't pay attention to the strange teenager next to her, just pulled out a piece of toilet paper from the table, wiped her freshly washed hands, and was about to throw the paper towel into the plastic bag, when a force that was neither light nor heavy touched her arm.

She turned her head abruptly and looked at her arm, only to find that it was Ye Xingchen's slender fingers that touched her arm, she paused for a moment, and her eyes looked at him.

The preconceived view was not the handsome face of the boy, but his hand, whose fingers were white, slender and distinct, and which was now holding a bottle of cans.

Chu Lianxia stared at the pair of white hands and was fascinated, her eyes didn't pay attention to the can in his hand at all, and just as she was distracted, his crisp and magnetic voice came from the noisy classroom, "Do you want to drink?" ”

Before she could react, she stared at the can bottle in his hand in a daze, until the young man on the side touched her again, and she slowly recovered from the distraction just now, and then saw the young man looking at her with a deep meaning, and his arm was still in the same posture as he handed her the can just now.

She was stunned for three seconds before she looked at the young man on the side again, first threw the paper towel she had just used into the plastic bag, and then asked him weakly tentatively, "For me?" ”

The boy didn't reply to her immediately, but moved his arm, which was slightly sore from maintaining a position for a long time, and took the bottle of cans in his other hand, and put it on her desk without asking her if she wanted it, and then gave a soft "um" in reply.

Chu Lianxia looked at the extra can of coffee on the table, and was still a little confused, and finally had no choice but to accept it.

After a while, the class bell rang, and Chu Lianxia hurriedly received the disorganized books on the table into the table, including the drawing paper.

Ye Xingchen saw with his own eyes that she didn't pay much attention to the drawing paper, and he was inexplicably relieved, and even the corners of his mouth rose a little.

But before he could exhale, a girl emerged from the hallway, and then entered the classroom, the corners of his mouth that had just been raised a little, and subconsciously tightened.

…

In this class, Chu Lianxia behaved very relaxed, her whole attention was on the class, and she didn't find any clues, but she didn't know how many times the young man who seemed to have been reading silently on the side had looked in her direction.

He was thinking, the girl in front of him didn't look bad, and she was quite serious about studying, what kind of festival was it that made today's girl's eyes full of hatred, and even a piece of drawing paper could easily arouse her anger.

Just thinking about it made him feel tired and uncomfortable, and he even wondered whether to tell her about it.

But when he saw the stubborn look on the face of the clean and good-looking girl, the idea he wanted to tell her was instantly overwhelmed.

…

After school in the evening, Chu Lianxia came out of the classroom alone with a backpack, and then walked on the path outside the school, roaming step by step.

The light reflected by the street lamps above her head and the gentle breeze on her side fluttered the vague and indistinguishable leaves, and her clothes and hair danced with them.

She suddenly remembered that there were only ten minutes between classes in the afternoon, and the strange boy pulled his hand, and when she wiped her hands with a paper towel, and was about to throw the paper towel into the plastic bag, the young man next to her stopped her and put a can of coffee on her table in a daze.

She couldn't tell what she was thinking, but there was a smile of incomprehension on her clean face, and then she disappeared little by little on the long black school path......

…

When Ye Xingchen got home, he went into the bathroom.

He took a bath for a while, allowing himself to soak slowly under the steam, his eyes closed, and his mind flashed with the serious look on her morning when she was drawing.

Then, he remembered the sneaky girl in the classroom, and for some reason, she always thought that the person would do it again.

Between the dense water vapor, his dark eyes suddenly opened, and a fierce fire suddenly shot out from under his eyes.

After bathing, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe, looked in the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror, he always felt that something was strange.

After a while, he was blowing his hair on the hair dryer, looking at the empty spot on the floor, and after a while, he was blowing his hair, and suddenly something came to mind.

He was still thinking about why he always felt strange today, and when he thought about it like this, the whole person was stunned.

It turned out that his phantom had not flashed in his mind all day today, even when he was bathing.

He knew that as long as he was alone, he would think of someone for no reason, of her innocent smile, of her light and soft voice, of her hairy sideburns, of her big black eyes......

But today, unexpectedly, he forgot to think about her, and instead worried about another girl.

I don't know how long it took, the hair dryer began to heat slightly in his hand, and he gradually retracted his thoughts, raised his feet and went directly to the study.

As soon as he entered the study, he turned on the computer and was about to deal with some unintelligible official documents, when there was a knock on the door of the study, and he signaled "come in", and the door was gently pushed open from the outside.

The person who came was Liu's mother, and she was holding a large dinner plate with a milky white soup on top of it, and the steaming heat was still bubbling from the fog.

"Something?".

PS: Oops! In fact, our family Xingchen is also a poor child. No one's life will always be smooth sailing, there will be some small episodes in it, which will have more or less impact on your later life, but not all of them, that is only a small part of them.