"Wake up! Don't sleep, you haven't written a word! When class was about to end, the teacher turned off the projector and asked the class representative and the study committee to put away the dictation book and send it to his office, Jian Han pushed Ruan Zhizhou's arm and hurriedly woke him up.

"Don't make ......noise," Ruan Zhizhou pretended to whisper, quietly put the phone back in his pocket, and after making sure that there would be no flaws, he raised his head from his arm, looked like he hadn't woken up, and asked, "Early in the morning, what to write?" ”

"The full text of "Red Cliff Fu" is written silently, if you don't write something and hand it in, you just wait for the punishment to copy." Knowing with his toes that he hadn't prepared anything but textbooks, Jian Han kindly took out a brand new notebook from the drawer and handed it over with the pen in his hand, "Quickly copy two sentences to deal with." ”

"Don't write." Ruan Zhizhou frowned and immediately refused.

“？？” Jian Han was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him vigilantly, "Don't want me to copy it for you!" ”

"Who asked you to copy it, I'm a big man, how can I use this kind of book." Ruan Zhizhou pursed his lips, not hiding his dislike for this milky yellow softshell Heng Geben.

“…… Love to use it! Jian Han choked up, closed his dictation book angrily, took out the student card from his schoolbag, and sat and waited for the end of class.

"Well, why bother." Wei Qiao rushed to the front line to watch the play as soon as he finished writing, and after sighing on the ground, the old god took out a light gray notebook from his schoolbag, and sighed while handing it to Ruan Zhizhou, "Some people can't use Jian Han's notebook if they want to, Brother Zhou, I'll exchange it with you......"

Hearing this, Ruan Zhizhou silently glanced at the dictation book that was pressed by Jian Han, and sure enough, it was from the same series as him.

Use it.

"Lend me a copy." Ruan Zhizhou coughed unnaturally and took the initiative to get her dictation book.

Jian Han wanted to refuse, but when she saw that Mo Xinyan was about to come over, she swallowed the words "don't borrow".

The right to accumulate virtue and do good.

Her words are very good-looking, beautiful but not losing strength, there is no alteration in the whole text, and the spacing between the words is also just right, nearly a point is too crowded, far away is too sparse, just from these details can be seen that the writer is a very cautious person.

Copying and copying, Ruan Zhizhou suddenly wrote a line and blocked a line with his hand, and the whole person looked very awkward.

What the am I writing, how can I be so far from people?!

Some things that he didn't care about at all began to become important, and an unknown seed broke through the ground in his heart, like a shackle coated with honey for no reason, willing to bear it, unable to be freed.

Perhaps, the price of matching is a person's permanent and secret run, and what lies between them will eventually evolve into an impenetrable firmament.

Jian Han glanced at him strangely, and was about to ask him if he needed help, when he saw him quickly close the notebook and stack the two notebooks on top of each other.

"I'm done." Ruan Zhizhou's face did not change color.

"Oh, good ......" Jian Han nodded hesitantly, he didn't know what to say for a while, and for a few moments, he looked so much like a bluffing child, eager for care and protection, but always wary of the approach of others.

He needs a round of sunshine, a sun that shines only on him.

Jian Han thought.

"Collect the notebook." Mo Xinyan put the stack of notebooks on Ruan Zhizhou's desk, changed her usual arrogant posture, glanced at Jian Han lightly, and didn't see any reaction from her, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Ruan Zhizhou didn't even look up, only glanced at the sequins left in her nails and the tattoo stickers on her wrists that had not been removed, so he guessed the personality of this person, and as soon as the book was handed over, he immediately twisted his head to the side.

A mask of shoddy workmanship can't cover anything.