"You see that the boys in the second class in front of you are not also very handsome, and they seem to be much easier to get along with than Lin Hanmiao, or you can change someone else to like it."

Zheng Beili glanced at Zhou Wanqing, stretched out his fist and made a gesture to smash her: "Since you are handsome, then you can pick one you like!" ”

Zhou Wanqing hid to the side, and when she heard this, the expression on her face suddenly flashed a broken trace, which was real and imperceptible.

"It's all quiet!" Before Zheng Beili noticed anything, the class leader finally arrived late and stood on the podium with a stack of student IDs.

As a student, at an age of disobedience, few people really listened to the class leader's words, and the classroom was quiet for a short moment, and then it became noisy.

As the class leader, Wu Xuyang held back the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart, and threw a stack of student IDs in his hand in front of Lin Hanmiao in front of him.

"Lin Hanmiao, you can help me issue my student ID."

Lin Hanmiao put down his phone, picked up the pile of student IDs scattered on the table, and stood up to send them down.

Because he was a frequent visitor to the first row during evening self-study, when he was busy with various things at the beginning of school, whenever he sent something and received something, the senior sister who was in charge of their class management always asked him to help with it.

Although he didn't deliberately remember anything in this process, after a few times, he could almost remember the people in the class.

Zheng Beili was talking to a few roommates together, and when she saw Lin Hanmiao get up and issue a student ID, her eyes instantly lit up.

took his ID card from Lin Hanmiao's hand, looked into his eyes and said thank you with a smile, he subconsciously replied with a polite sentence, just these made Zheng Beili's good mood last until the end of the evening self-study.

Lying in bed after washing up also means that such a perfunctory day is coming to an end.

Zheng Beili was lying on the bed holding his mobile phone, opening the chat dialog box with Lin Hanmiao, thinking about the topic and almost breaking his head.

"Do you like Conan?"

Zheng Beili hesitated, but still sent the message.

The waiting time was the hardest, but the hardest time slipped under my nose in a hurry.

As a topic terminator who can't chat, Zheng Beili waited for a while, and finally began to reflect on whether his topic was not very reasonable.

It was already late at night, there was not a sound in the dark dormitory, and the whole campus had fallen into a deep sleep, twelve o'clock.

Zheng Beili opened the phone a little unwillingly, but he didn't see the expected red unread message prompt, everything was still the same as before, without the slightest change. Her fingers trembled slightly, she bit her lip and opened the game interface anyway.

The three words in the game stung her eyes fiercely.

Zheng Beili pressed the shutdown button until the light of the mobile phone completely disappeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly threw it aside.

As long as she can't see it, she can continue to lie to herself.

A tear slowly slipped down from the corner of his eye, and the empty eyes were not washed away more clearly, but as if covered with a veil, the confusion of heartbreak was written.

slowly closed his eyes, but he could no longer hold back the tears of the embankment.

Lin Hanmiao threw away his phone, lay down with a frown, and played games all night, he was now irritable and uncomfortable.

Do I like Conan?

Lin Hanmiao thought about it, but he didn't think of how to reply, so he simply started the game, game after game, as if he could escape the topic by doing so.

But did he do something wrong again, was it so late, the girl was still staring at the phone screen, waiting for his reply.

Lin Hanmiao thought about it, his thoughts slowed down, as if he had drifted into the distance.

It's time to sleep.