It turned out to be an unexpected harmony.

The young man looked at the sleeping Shen Fan, then looked at his painting, and pursed his lips. She pressed down on the paper on which she was drawing. frowned slightly, and then silently and quietly pulled the paper in his direction.

Shen Fan, who was sleeping, seemed to feel something moving, and frowned uncomfortably. The young man, who had been observing Shen Fan's movements, put down the paper in a panic, turned to his painting, picked up the pen in his left hand, and pretended that he had been painting seriously.

After a while, he looked at Shen Fan silently, and found that she didn't move, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He started his own paper moving business again. The boy slowly moved his paper like a little hamster, and from time to time nervously glanced at the sleeping Shen Fan, and bowed his head in a panic as if he had done something wrong, and then continued his great business of moving paper.

In the young man's very nervous (sneaky) paper-moving business, he finally rescued his drawing paper, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was about to look at Shen Fan who was sleeping, and saw that Shen Fan had straightened up and looked at himself expressionlessly, so frightened that the paper in his hand fell to the ground, and his body kept quietly retreating, but he accidentally hit the corner of the table and made a loud noise.

The classmates who were in class in front of them heard this loud noise, and they all turned around, maybe because they felt the sight of the people around them, or maybe because they were being watched by Shen Fan, the young man's face turned red in an instant, and he stammered: "I, I'm not, I don't ······" The boy's voice is very clear, with the youth's unique youthfulness, and it is as cool and evocative as sake, and it is very comfortable.

The head teacher nervously looked at Shen Fan, who was very fierce and expressionless, and thought, isn't it, just came to the classroom and bullied the same table, and the same table was about to cry, how bad is this bullying???

Shen Fan who actually did nothing: ······

"Shen Fan, you can't bully your classmates, it's not right," a somewhat weak and gentle voice sounded. In fact, Shen Fan, who was still asleep, was stunned for a moment, and looked at the source of the voice that spoke to him, the heroine Bai Yingying was gritting her teeth and looking at herself stubbornly, with tears in her eyes, as if she had done something heinous.

"Oh." Shen Fan glanced at the heroine Bai Yingying and continued to lie down and sleep.

There was an inexplicable laughter around her, Bai Yingying's eyes were red, she didn't expect Shen Fan to ignore herself like this, and when she heard the laughter of those people, she was even more angry and aggrieved. Originally, it's not right to bully classmates, is there anything wrong with me saying it? These people are really indifferent, not human at all. Bai Yingying secretly held a grudge against Shen Fan.

After the head teacher saw Shen Fan sleeping on the table, he breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't hit someone, he didn't care if he was sleeping or playing with his mobile phone. If something happens to the young master of the Luo family, the Luo family will definitely not embarrass the Shen family, but his position will not be guaranteed. Listening to the laughter around him, he looked at Bai Yingying, who was full of grievances, and said, "Let's continue the class." ”

The young man felt the retraction of his gaze, looked at Shen Fan, who was sleeping again, and quietly exhaled, picked up the paper that had fallen on the ground, and planned to continue painting.

And Shen Fan, who was sleeping on this side, listened to the prompt sound of the baby, little smashing, and the system dying: [Drop, release the voice task: You just kept looking at me, do you like me? ] 】

Shen Fan: ······

The young man who was about to paint suddenly heard Shen Fan's undulating voice: "You just kept looking at me, do you like me?" ”

The young man looked up just in time to see Shen Fan looking at him expressionlessly, and said in a panic: "No, no, no ······" The blushing was dripping out.

[Drop, post voice tasks: Heh, you men just like duplicity. 】

[Drop, release emote mission: Evil smile.] 】

The baby shook his body and immediately closed his eyes, deeply afraid of being stared at by his little sister's death.

Shen Fan: "Heh." ”

Then the boy saw his tablemates staring at him, and then pulled the corners of his mouth mysteriously at himself, very stiff and unpredictable. The young man silently hugged his small drawing board, wouldn't he be angry with himself at the same table?

Then I saw my own table and said expressionlessly: "Heh, you men just like duplicity." ”

The boy hugged his small drawing board even tighter.

He stammered, "I don't, I am." ”

[Little sister, still laugh. (* ̄) ̄)] The baby said weakly.

Shen Fan, who thought he was already laughing: ······

So the boy saw his table mates widening the corners of their mouths even more strangely, staring at him. Obviously, it was the first time they met, and I wasn't familiar with her at all, but I had an inexplicable feeling that I was actually trying to smile at myself at the same table????

The young man looked at the stiff Shen fan who was smiling, pursed his lips, looked at his desk, and pursed his lips deeper. Silently, he took out the painting on his desk and handed it to Shen Fan: "Give it, give it to you." "Don't look at me.

[Drop, release voice task: Heh, I'll just say that you men are duplicitous, what? Want to please me with your paintings? Tell you, no way. 】

Shen Fan, who has never said so much: ······

The young man frowned when he looked at his tablemate, and when he thought that his tablemate couldn't speak, he heard Shen Fan's cold voice sound: "Heh, I'll just say that you men are duplicitous, what's the matter?" Want to please me with your paintings? Tell you, no way. ”

"No, it's not." The boy silently withdrew his hand, I don't want to give it to you yet.

[Drop, release the voice task: Since you have given it sincerely, I will reluctantly accept your token of affection. 】

The young man who was about to put the painting on the table watched a slender white hand take the painting away, and the voice of his own table rang in his ears: "Since you have given it sincerely, I will reluctantly accept your token of affection." "Instantly, my ears turned red.

It's not, it's not a token of love.

looked up at Shen Fan who was looking at his own drawing, his face turned even redder, and even his neck turned red.

If you want it to be a love token, you can also do it.

The young man sensed the thoughts in his heart, and silently covered his face, a little afraid to look at Shen Fan. However, if I didn't paint seriously, wouldn't it be ugly, and if I didn't like it, what if I didn't like it? The young man looked at Shen Fan and was a little hesitant, and his heart went up and down, feeling like someone had thrown a pebble in his heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time.

Shen Fan looked at the painting in his hand and admired it. The painting is a night sky, but the painting is mainly gray, only a few faintly twinkling stars, the whole night sky is gray and gloomy, and the occasional few stars, their starlight is weak. Looking at a painting is equivalent to looking at a person's inner world, it is obvious that the owner of this painting has few expectations for life, in his opinion his future is gloomy, and the occasional stars in the sky are his rare expectations for his future life, maybe people or things. The overall depressive picture and the occasional bright picture are intertwined, showing the boredom, decadence, and complex contradictions of the owner of the painting in the process of waiting, and holding on to the faint hope and expectation.

Shen Fan saw Luo Jiyuan's words written in the lower right corner of the painting, and it was obvious that this was the name of the young man.

"Luo Jiyuan." Shen Fan said softly.

"Huh?" The young man looked up nervously, just in time to see Shen Fan's bright and emotionless eyes, and found that Shen Fan was just reading his own name that he had drawn, and pulled his ears in a panic. Really, so uncompetitive, what are you excited about? Until the ears are red and can no longer be red, they silently put their hands in nowhere to place.

The young man watched Shen Fan fold the painting expressionlessly and put it in his jacket pocket. Bow your head and pretend to draw, really, why do you put it so close to your heart? It's really ······ The young man felt hot all over his body when he looked at Shen Fan's movements, and unconsciously pressed his heart, fearing that if it was lighter, his heart would jump out. He looked up again and quietly glanced at the expressionless Shen Fan, and found that Shen Fan had fallen asleep on the table, a little depressed.

The students at the back table who witnessed the whole process: ······

What's going on with the sour smell of this inexplicable love?

The classmates at the back table felt that they might have been poisoned, and there was nothing between the two of them, but they inexplicably felt that they were being shown, so I didn't understand the world of facial paralysis.

Shen Fan slept until noon, and the people in the classroom were almost gone, leaving only a few people in twos and threes, looking up at the same table who was obsessed with painting, and then Shen Yangsheng, the old cadre, and the fan walked to the cafeteria very consciously, planning to have lunch.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there must be rivers and lakes, and where there is trouble, there must be a heroine.

Before he could get out of the hallway, he heard several laughing voices.

"Tsk, just her little tricks, I don't know what the eldest young master of the Luo family likes about her?"

"Well, don't you say that, maybe you're just confused by her little white tricks?"

"Tsk, I said you really have the means, Bai Yingying. Where to go to work is not good to go to the Roche Group, isn't it intentional? ”

"I didn't, you guys talking nonsense. Achen and I are truly in love. Obviously, this is the voice of the heroine Bai Yingying's rebuttal.

"Heh, what are you pretending to be crying for? We didn't bully you for anything. A cold female voice rang out.

"No, I didn't, I didn't." The heroine Bai Yingying's voice became more and more choked, as if she had a great grievance.

"I'm rubbing, labor and management just look at her and don't care about her being wronged. MD。 Another female voice sounded, followed by a few chaotic voices, and the heroine Bai Yingying's stubborn "You are too much" choked sound, it was obvious that the heroine Bai Yingying was beaten.

Shen Fan was about to leave, when he heard Bai Yingying shouting at Shen Fan: "Shen Fan, how can you stand by and watch." ”

Shen Fan: ······

Baby:??????

[Drip, post voice task: What are you doing?] 】

【Little Sister??? The baby screamed weakly.

Shen Fan: I have a sentence that MMP doesn't know whether to say or not?