But even if he was willing to regress and maintain the status quo, he would still have a sense of oppressive crisis, and this feeling reached its peak when he saw Ling Haofeng again. In the green pond in March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, full of greenery, and a pair of men and women who catch people's attention walk side by side on a path in the apricot forest, talking softly. He was irrepressibly jealous. Ling Haofeng, the only son of the Ling family, has excellent character and learning, and has excellent appearance. His biggest advantage is that he has known Lan Qingchuan since he was a child, and his helplessness in this regard has almost become a thorn in his heart, which is difficult to pull out. Lan Qingchuan is so close to him, and he is so excellent and gentle, it is a matter of time before they walk together.

Han Luochen watched from the side and gritted his teeth, and he couldn't come up with any way until class. The old man had already seen him several times in class. He turned his pen and simply threw it onto his notes. If the results don't attract her attention, there's really nothing she can do. There are some people who just don't get in the oil and salt just because they don't care.

Han Luochen didn't know what Lan Qingchuan was thinking, her attitude had always been calm and even cold. He didn't want to let go, because he remembered her gentle moonlight smile that night. Wait, he thought, she would always have to soften a little.

Just when he was distressed by Lan Qingchuan, another trouble came to the door. During this time, he became a popular figure in Qingtan. Due to the good results in the last exam and the number of visits to the school, many students began to notice this tall boy with a rare and delicate face. The girl is obsessed with his cold and sharp eyes, and he often walks by alone in the academy, casually and impatiently. He likes to go to the finance department of the next business school, and many people have seen him in the library there. He's not reading a book either, it's more like he's looking for a book. And then this kid also attracted a large number of girls who watched him, so many that about half of the entire school came.

Han Luochen was unaware of it at first, and he had never paid attention to this kind of thing. Lan Qingchuan is not in the hospital, she still has to recuperate at home for the fracture of her ankle, and occasionally comes over a few times, and it will not be too long. It's been a long time since he has been on time and out of school like now, and he won't leave more than an hour to run to the library to read because of someone, he doesn't want to be much worse than Ling Haofeng, Ling Haofeng is full of talent and outstanding, he can do the same.

When he left the school gate, the sun was setting. He rode his locomotive, lazily touched his mobile phone with his bag on one shoulder, and casually replied to the messages sent by Luo Jie. A beautiful young man, with a straight nose bridge, dark eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, it is so cold and noble, with the color of this sunset. This is the appearance he is most familiar to ordinary people, but everything is too good in the eyes of this girl on the side of the road.

The girl named Zhou Xueying raised a shy smile and gently shouted to the young man who had secretly seen it many times. It was the first time she had said it to him.

"Hello, Han Luochen."

Withdrawing his phone, Han Luochen rubbed his eyebrows, as if he had heard someone's shout. The voice was too quiet, and he frowned and looked back.

The girl in the sunset, with a crimson face, looked up at him, her eyes were so serious.

She said hello again, and the boy furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her delicate face, but he was not impressed.

"Who are you?"