The hand on her back, secretly forced, she couldn't help it, and she stuck to him. It was like she threw herself on him.

The indifferent wood fragrance came suddenly, Mo Yan felt a heat in her ears, and when she was about to push it away, the wood fragrance left suddenly.

Mo Yan stood in place as if he had lost his soul.

So, he just pulled her and hurriedly hugged her when she turned around in a daze?

"I'll send it here."

He stood in the darkened triangle, the darkness making it impossible for her to see his expression, only that his voice was a little different from usual, lower, deeper, slower.

Mo Yan gathered his consciousness, whispered "um", turned around and ran like a rabbit. He took two steps, looked back, and saw him staring at her with his hands in his trouser pockets. It was clear that she couldn't see his gaze, but she felt the heat first.

Back in the dormitory, pretend that everything is normal, and lie in bed at night when you can't help but relive that sudden hug over and over again.

Wood fragrance, wood fragrance, the fragrance that used to smell from Wang Zhifeng's body made her fall in love with the old library building.

Time has passed, and now, Wang Zhifeng is just an ordinary name for her, and she can no longer arouse any emotional fluctuations. That memory, which seemed to be a lifetime, had been squeezed out of her heart by Wang Chengyou domineeringly.

The memory of the smell is covered again, woody, and only represents Wang Chengyou.

The next day, Wang Chengyou waited downstairs in the girls' dormitory, waiting for Mo Yan to go downstairs to have breakfast together.

Mo Yan, who walked out of the building, glanced at Wang Chengyou, and Wang Chengyou calmly seemed to have never hugged secretly. In this case, she had to pretend to be more calm than him.

The day was actually the registration day, and for the students of Jinqiao College, they needed to gather in the classroom, hold a class meeting, and receive a book. But to do these things, one class is enough. After breakfast, Wang Chengyou accompanied Mo Yan to the teaching building to report.

In the bustling crowd, Wang Chengyou saw the silent black and handsome Mike at a glance.

Mike seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and suddenly looked back. This glance is short but extremely sharp.

The corners of his mouth, which did not have any smile, seemed to tug lightly, and then turned around, blended in with the crowd, and walked upstairs.

In the same college, there is no childishness of freshmen, and they study so hard, probably for the graduate school entrance examination, and it can basically be concluded that they are in their junior year.

Without asking anyone, Wang Chengyou came to his own conclusions.

It's a pity that I don't know what the name of that black and handsome senior is...... He can ask, but he doesn't want to. Hopefully, it's just his sensitivity that's at work.

After the Mo Yan class meeting, as the sparse crowd walked out of the teaching building, he easily found Wang Chengyou, who was waiting downstairs, and went to the library with him.

"Huh? Don't you think that black and black handsome guy is a bit like the Japanese long-distance runner in "My Way"? ”

The road was narrow, and when Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan came to the atrium on the second floor of the library, on the opposite side, he saw the thorn in his eye again. This time, he was stuck in his throat and decided to ask his name.

When he was resting after reading for an hour, Wang Chengyou pulled Mo Yan and asked with a smile and pretending to be careless.

Mo Yan looked back to see who could be called black and handsome...... On the square table, there were six or seven people who were immersed in reading, and the vast majority of them were girls. When her eyes fell on Mike's back, it dawned on her, "Oh, you're talking about Mike?" ”

"Mike?"

"Yes, his real surname is Mai."

With King Kong as internal support, knowing the name is equivalent to knowing everything.

When he returned to his seat, he quietly sent his name and department to King Kong, asking King Kong to help him check Mike's personal file.

The excitement of the reunion is slowly subsided.

As far as today's situation is concerned, Mo Yan's learning efficiency has begun to slowly pick up.

Near noon, Wang Chengyou received a reply from King Kong, asking if he could invite someone from dormitory 316 to his bedroom for lunch. Wang Chengyou shook his head: Why do you ask him this kind of question?!

Despite shaking his head, he replied: I have no opinion, you are free to decide.

In the spirit of repaying the favor, the people of dormitory 316 came to King Kong's special dormitory again.

For King Kong, the reason why this meal was a treat was nothing more than to thank someone who had traveled all the way from his hometown to bring him a bag of rice. For Mo Yan, the reason why he went to the appointment was to thank King Kong for lending his bedroom to Uncle Yan during the winter vacation.

Tianjin Xiaozhan rice is worthy of the special tribute rice provided by the imperial palace, with fragrant aroma and sweetness in the mouth. King Kong is also worthy of being a chef with hidden attributes, it is still a hot pot, but it has a completely different taste from last time.

If there is any difference between this meal and the last meal, it is that Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou did not open another small table. Moreover, King Kong has become a fragrant glutton.

When King Kong was busy in the open kitchen, Ma Jiajia tacitly started. Li Xinran, who was originally ten fingers that did not touch the spring water, also leaned over with great interest and asked questions. Her voice is already very good, and her tone is deliberately very loud, and she praises King Kong from time to time for being awesome, and a boy will be overjoyed!

In short, the atmosphere at the time of eating this meal was higher than last time, and it was very harmonious, so that before the meal was finished, driven by Li Xinran, Jiang Xiaoxi began to ask, when will you eat the next meal?

After lunch, like last time, Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou went to the library. Li happily stayed and played cards together.

The Mike who asked Wang Chengyou about the math problem was not in the library, and Mo Yan found out about it, and he didn't feel at ease. At the beginning of the school year, anyone can be entangled in the world.

That night, Mo Yan, who was mentally prepared, saw that the dark triangle was coming, and suddenly trotted up, and ran through the dark triangle area that was only three or two meters wide in an instant.

In the light of the dysprosium lamp, she looked back at Wang Chengyou with a proud eyebrow. Wang Chengyou walked slowly, seemingly unaware of Mo Yan's little tricks.

A day later, Jinqiao College officially opened. Mo Yan and his first-year students began to attend at least six classes a day, except for self-study in the morning and evening.

After the evening self-study, it was already half past eight in the evening, and it seemed that there was no need to go to the library again. Wang Chengyou stayed at Jinqiao College day by day, just to eat three meals with her, accompany her to school and run together before dinner.

When Mo Yan was in class, Wang Chengyou went to the library to study at his own pace.

Among the posters with tripods in front of the library are the event posters that seek the creative design of the interior design of the Forest Tent Hotel. Wang Chengyou noticed it because the organizer of the event is from his hometown, and the organizer is-

Qingfeng Interior Design Studio!

Wang Chengyou seemed to have captured something, he stood in front of the poster, holding his hands, staring, and his expression was like confronting someone.