Chapter 457: Xueba's Dark Tablemate (Forty-two)

An Yang thought of the topic he hadn't read for most of the time, and swallowed hard, "Don't scare me." If it's because of me, you're regressing in this exam......"

"Don't worry," Gu Zhibai opened his mouth to interrupt her concerns, the smile on his face could no longer be hidden, "I am confident that I will still be the first." ā€

An Yang's tense nerves can be regarded as relaxed, "That's good." I'm always worried about disturbing your schoolwork......"

An Yang's answer made Gu Zhibai's heart warm. If you change to someone else, you will only start from your own interests.

"Every year, you are different from everyone else......"

He looked up, his eyes were like stars, "You are by my side, I will only do better in the exam." ā€

"I believe what you say," An Yang patted him on the shoulder, "Little tablemate, I won't know if you have said anything big until the results come out." ā€

Because the other examination rooms had not yet finished the exam, An Yang pushed Gu Zhibai to the playground. The few figures scattered are mostly bad students who have submitted their papers in advance.

An Yang had just sat on the edge of the flower bed, and a person suddenly sprang out next to her and grabbed her arm, "Ning Sinian......

Gu Zhibai suddenly stiffened, although he sensed that someone was approaching the moment just now, he had no way to stop it.

An Yang looked at the person who came out, and it took a while to think of this face. Compared with the young man who often had a smile on his face at the beginning, the person in front of him was obviously much gloomy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the man let go of his hand tremblingly, and his worried voice cried, "I've wanted to find you several times, you ......"

An Yang smiled embarrassedly, "I lost the note you gave me, so there is no way to reply to you." ā€

The person who was struggling to search for words in his mind froze.

"What are you looking for me?"

"Ah, yes," the man hesitated for a moment, and his voice tensed again when his eyes met Gu Zhibai's hostile look, "I—I didn't expect you to talk to me again." I ......"

The voice choked in his throat, making his eyes reddened slightly, "If you don't see it, you don't see it, it's good." ā€

"I'm already hopeless, thank you for not hating me." He brought the hand that had been behind his back to the front, and the bulging black bag hid the contents tightly, "I'll transfer schools next semester, and I may never see each other again in the future." It's my newbie knitting, I know you're a good girl, I know ......"

He was about to cry as he spoke, as if he was afraid of hearing a half-star rejection from An Yang's mouth.

"Thank you," An Yang knew the pain of being excluded, although she was not familiar with the person in front of her, but the true feelings shown by the other party at this moment made her not want to live up, "I haven't received a gift for a long time." ā€

The man choked up and nodded, "Ning Sinian, I wish you happiness......"

A thousand words were blocked in his chest, and after he took a deep look at An Yang, he hesitantly turned around and left.

"Why are you taking it?"

Gu Zhibai stared at the thing in her hand, and twisted uncomfortably.

"Thinking of my former self," An Yang sighed wistfully, "Not everyone is so lucky to meet you." ā€

Gu Zhibai met her gentle gaze, and the thoughts in his heart could no longer be hidden, "But I don't like you to accept gifts from others." Year after year, it's good for you to throw it away. ā€