Lu Heng sat in front of the table lamp, the pen in his hand fell on the roll, and there was a rustling sound.

The phone at the table vibrated a few times, shattering the silence.

Lu Heng put down the pen, took the phone, and frowned.

On the mobile phone was a message from Tang Cheng: "Saturday night is Ming's birthday, have a party at the hotel, let's go together." He also posted an expectant expression later.

Lu Heng clicked on the WeChat chat interface and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

He knew that the girl liked him, and that she had liked him for a long time.

He and Tang Cheng, Yue Mingyi and Mu Qianqian have been playing hot since childhood, and the four of them are still in the same class in elementary school. When Xiaosheng was in junior high school, Qianqian and Yue Mingzhi went to the UK to study, and only he and Tang Cheng stayed in China, and they happened to be in the same class.

He felt Tang Cheng's thoughts, and he still started the semester at the beginning of the semester. Tang Cheng was on the small side and sat in the second row of the class. He was tall, so he was placed in the last row. Tang Cheng often looked back at him, and when he came into contact with his gaze, he pretended to look at the wall clock on the wall. He could clearly see that Tang Cheng's earlobes suddenly turned red, with a shy gaze.

Tang Cheng's liking for Lu Heng has almost become a recognized fact in the junior high school class. He didn't like those gossips, so he transferred this dissatisfaction to Tang Cheng. Although he and Tang Cheng's home are only separated by one street, he no longer walks with Tang Cheng after school, and Tang Cheng talks to him, but he either ignores it or speaks coldly. Tang Cheng didn't seem to care about this, she was still as good to him as ever, although the drinks she brought to him every day were rejected or thrown away, she would still hand them over when he finished playing, and would still carefully disinfect him with iodine wine and cotton swabs when he was injured.

Over the years, Tang Cheng has been like a tireless tail that has been following him. He said she was annoying, and she just laughed.

He stopped reminiscing and continued typing.

"I'll go. But why be with you. ”

This is a question, but Lu Heng uses a declarative tone.

"Let's go together, I don't know the way."

"That's your own business."

"I'll wait for you downstairs at your house, and that's it."

Lu Heng didn't go back again.

Tang Cheng, don't blame me for being ruthless.

You're good.

It's just that in my heart, there has always been a girl living there.

It was a girl who I needed to work so hard to get to the same height.

Thinking of this, Lu Heng picked up his mobile phone again, clicked on WeChat, and looked at the name of his friend who was pinned by himself.

Shen Shiyun.

He sighed again.

He clicked on the name, took a deep breath, and finally sent the message.

"Yes, that transfer student Yue Mingzhi has a birthday party on Saturday night, can we go together?"

The reply was quick.

"Well, Orange told me."

Lu Heng's heartbeat seemed to have stopped a beat.

"Okay, then, see you tomorrow."

No reply from there.

That's right, this is Miss Shen's character, and it always has been.

Lu Heng smiled.

Outside the canopy, hang a new hook.

Hurting the gods, the most lovesick is not helping.