But such a boring and peaceful campus life is what Lu Che yearns for, and it is also his norm.

The next day, Lu Che came to the classroom early as usual, and his eye injury was not yet healed, so he could still avoid running in the morning.

Song Yiliang was still late, and at the end of the morning self-study, he was late for the first class.

with a yawn" report. Without waiting for the teacher to speak, he walked in through the main entrance with a lot of things in his hand.

Stepping down from the podium, when he passed Lu Che's desk, all the things he was carrying were placed on his desk.

It was several breakfasts, Western and Chinese, and suddenly his desk was filled, and the books had to be moved to the side.

"For you."

Leaving this sentence, Song Yiliang walked to his place, put down his schoolbag, and took out his textbook.

Halfway through this class, Song Yiliang was originally writing the topic, and a piece of paper came from the front.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly: "What about passing notes in class?" ”

The note was from Lu Che, and it was written in four big words [I don't need it]

Song Yiliang folded the note, put it on the desk, poked Lu Che's back in front of him with the end of the pen, and replied to him in a voice: "If you don't want to, just throw it away, anyway, I had breakfast." “

Lu Che, a young man, is also ruthless, and when ordinary people encounter such a statement, they will try their best to return it to the other party, or be forced to eat it, because they will feel wasteful.

However, as soon as class ended, Lu Che left with a book, and at the same time threw all the five or six breakfast bags into the trash.

Song Yiliang: "......"

This day was the same as yesterday, Lu Che stayed in the classroom during class, left with a book after class, and didn't come back until class.

Then at noon, he also didn't go to the cafeteria, but bought bread in the supermarket, and this time Song Yiliang didn't follow him.

Just watching him buy good things and eat them in the classroom, and only eat one loaf of bread at noon, is it too small and too malnourished for a student of this age?

In the next few days, Song Yiliang sent morning exercises and lunch to Lu Che, during which there were drinks and milk, but these things all went into the trash without exception.

Recently, Song Yiliang was a little distracted in class, and he kept working his pen, if he had a tablemate, if this tablemate dared to come to Song Yiliang to see what he wrote.

I'm sure to be surprised, too.

At the end of the day, he only wrote a few words, but he understood the daily life and rest of Lu Dashen.

A week has passed, but Song Yiliang is not bored at all for such a boring person.

Lu Che must have a deeper secret hidden, and he wants to dig out this secret.

If the best way to understand a person is to read his diary, it just so happens that the Chinese teacher also asks everyone to write weekly diaries and essays, as well as weekly compositions.

He can flip it out and take a look.

At noon that day, the bell rang, and Lu Che walked out of the classroom door.

Song Yiliang waited quietly in the classroom, the second hand on the wall rotated regularly, and when it was time to point to the point, the pen that turned on the tip of his right finger was put down.

Then he was not sneaky at all, but calmly came to Lu Che's desk and began to flip through his desk.

Soon, he turned out his diary, essays, essays and essays.

After turning it out, he didn't know how to block it with something, so he just stood on Lu Che's seat and began to look at it.