He hadn't noticed it before.

I just thought that Zuo Han regarded Nan Ji as a good friend.

After all, Zuo Han is simple-minded.

But no fucking good friend can go this far.

When Nan Ji went home in the evening, Zuo Han was like a lovelorn girl who had been abandoned, standing at the school gate and watching Nan Ji's back.

That's it.

That gesture.

That sad and sad little look.

Most importantly, he wanted to get this straight.

Zuo Han avoided him.

The two of them hadn't spoken in two weeks now.

Thinking about it like this.

Gradually, some ideas came to me.

Girls vs. girls ······ We can fucking be together, too!

Suddenly, Cheng Wenhuo became anxious.

Look at Nanji's style.

Look at their Zuo Han's adoring little eyes again.

Cheng Wenhuo didn't want to think about it.

But alas, this thing lingers.

There is no way.

In the end, I could only go to Bo Feng to inquire.

Suppose, Zuo Han really likes Nanji.

But Nan Ji is with Bo Feng.

That Zuo Han is unrequited love.

Although this thought has already made him pantothenic.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as Nan Ji doesn't like Zuo Han.

Then he still has a chance.

Cheng Wenhuo asked after Bo Feng relentlessly.

Bo Feng's face became more and more cold with his question.

Does Nan Ji like him or not?

I don't know if I like it or not.

The idea of putting him in a cage is there.

Cheng Wenhuo wanted to speak and stopped

"Don't you think that Nan Ji and Xiao Han are getting too close?"

Bo Feng glanced at him

"If you have something to say, say it."

Cheng Wenhuo was a little annoyed

Xiao Han has been distracted by Nan Ji's photos recently.

I always write Nan's name.

Day by day, he stood at the school gate like a wangfu stone to watch Nanji go home.

also bought snacks for her like a little daughter-in-law, and let her swipe her bank card casually. ”

The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes.

Even if it's a good friend, isn't it too good?

As for the thin seal.

He clutched the book in his long, slender hand, pushing harder and harder.

There was not the slightest change in complexion.

Because there are so many night pearls in the world in Nanji's sentence, you can't hang yourself on a tree.

He didn't ask any more questions.

But he quietly excluded all the men around Nanji.

The pearl of the night?

Although I don't know why Nan Ji calls him the Pearl of the Night.

But since he is, in Nanji's circle, there can only be such a night pearl as him.

But for so long, only men have been ruthlessly excluded, but they have forgotten that there are still women.

*

Indoor basketball court inside the gymnasium.

Zuo Han looked at Nan Ji with a speechless look.

The wind in the south is light and cloudy

"Got something to say?"

She took off her coat and small suit.

Pilllow under your head.

Very pleasant.

The paper in Zuo Han's hand had been twisted ugly.

Crumpled.

But I could vaguely see that it was a letter.

Pink color.

There's also bright red nail polish on it.

The left is watery and bright, and the pink lips are closed one by one.

Finally, I asked

"Does the benefactor like Xiao Huo?"

Nan Ji listened to this name that appeared inexplicably.

Who is Xiao Huo?

She moved her eyelids.

Eyelashes fluttered

"Something to do with you?"

Zuo Han clutched the pink letter, and after a long time, nodded his head vigorously

"It matters."

Nanjiao

"O"

So, what's the matter with you??

She slouched in response.

He didn't speak again.

Zuo Han struggled for two weeks.

In the end, I felt that I should make it clear, after all, this person was her benefactor.

Her voice was sincere

"Benefactor, you've saved me many times, so I want to be honest with you.

I like him. ”