"With that boy by your side, everything has nothing to do with you."

In the midst of torment, the bell finally rang for the end of class, and Lin Yawen took a long breath, hoping that a teacher would come to class in the next class, so that the classroom would not be a mess. However, Mu Zi'an, who was sitting next to her, had no intention of leaving.

Mu Zi'an sat next to Lin Yawen, flipped through her Chinese textbook, and reached out for Lin Yawen's notebook. Lin Yawen sat in the seat, and saw that his fingers were clean and slender, and his movements were also cautious, so he swallowed the "don't touch" that had reached his mouth.

There was still a commotion outside the window, and the teachers gathered under the flagpole were still sitting there, talking loudly or bowing their heads to talk. The wind blew across the ground, and the branches of the sycamore trees swayed boredly in the air.

Mu Zi'an looked at Lin Yawen's notebook, and there was a strange surprise in his eyes. With his usual cynical smile, he shouted to Lin Yawen: "Your handwriting is really beautiful." That composition, the sentence is also very beautiful, I'll take it back to study first, and I'll return it to you after school in the afternoon! Mu Zi'an, who was originally sitting still, was finally willing to move his buttocks.

"Yes, as long as he can hurry up and take his notebook!" Thinking like this, Lin Yawen nodded, "Okay, just be careful not to lose it for me", Lin Yawen told him expressionlessly, "By the way, don't smear it on me......" Lin Yawen added.

"Don't worry!" Mu Zi'an readily agreed, and then happily sandwiched Lin Yawen's notebook in the creaky nest, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and shook it away.

Lin Yawen looked at Mu Zi'an in front of him, he couldn't have imagined that the young man in front of him was Mu Zi'an who was fighting with Ling Yue.

The class bell rang as promised, and the noise in the classroom was still there, as if no one had heard the bell. Lin Yawen looked at Ling Yue's position expectantly in the midst of the crowd. Ling Yue's position was empty, but in his seat at the same table, there was a triumphant Su Xiaoyun. Su Xiaoyun was wearing a green puffer jacket with a high ponytail and a hairpin with polka dots in her hair. She sat there, stretching out her hand to laugh and play with her classmates in front of her.

A wave of loss hit Lin Yawen, like a sudden rain, falling on the petals of a flower that was intoxicated by the warm sun. Lin Yawen took a deep breath, and then exhaled deeply, and between one exhalation and one inhalation, she smelled the smell of aloe vera, which was refreshing and cool, like taking a bite of grapes that had just been taken out of the refrigerator on a hot summer day, sweet and cool.

Lin Yawen turned his face and saw that a tall and thin figure sat down in Li Nan's position.

The noisy air around was filled with the scent of aloe vera, and even the sunlight jumping on the pages was so joyful.

Lin Yawen looked at Ling Yue, bit his lip in surprise, and happily covered the desk. Seeing her like this, Ling Yue smashed her arm with his arm and winked at her quickly, Lin Yawen sat upright and took out the homework to be done in a serious manner, but that heart was pounding with excitement.

Su Xiaoyun, who was in the distance, looked at Ling Yue's back, crying and lying on the desk. The classmate in front of her turned her face to tease her, she barely managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and sat there with a dazed face.

While Lin Yawen was doing his homework, he tilted his head to look at Ling Yue's side face. His face is moderately fat and thin, and his skin is whiter than that of ordinary boys, so he has a clean feeling. The sun shone on his face, and Lin Yawen could clearly see the fine fluff on his cheeks. The slender eyes, slightly squinted, emitted an inky light.

"What are you looking at?" Ling Yue glanced at her, still writing his homework without raising his head, but his face also showed a hint of shame.

Lin Yawen turned his head and concentrated on his homework.

After many years, Lin Yawen often recalls that noisy self-study class. The teenager she likes sits right next to her, within reach. She could smell his breath and feel his heartbeat clearly.

That morning, the noisy classroom didn't affect me at all, as if, with the teenager by his side, everything had nothing to do with him.