Tong Yang remembered the first time he saw Yan Shuang at the opening ceremony of the new students, the dim light of the auditorium set off the atmosphere just right, she looked like a traveler sleeping alone in time, enclosed in a dim carriage.

She sat in the back row of the group, tucked into white headphones, and the threads stretched out, like a still ancient painting, obscured by dust. Tong Yang thought that Yan Shuang lacked self-knowledge of his charm, otherwise how could he hide himself in a dark corner, this moment was like a dizzy hallucination, he was the only one who knew such a secret, he seemed to be a living person who disturbed the secret garden.

The principal's speech made people fall asleep, as if the distant bell was stained with rust, and Yan Shuang's eyelashes trembled at the intersection of light and shadow, as if he had suddenly awakened at this moment. Tong Yang retracted his gaze and turned his head away.

"This classmate, you get up and answer this question."

A cold female voice came from the podium overhead, and Tong Yang looked up consciously, only to realize that it was not in the hall where the freshmen started, but in the high math class.

Damn, how could I be distracted at this time.

Tong Yang stood up a little stiffly, he heard the laughter around him, and estimated that it was an entertainment project for the majority of his classmates to make a fool of himself. He stared at the courseware for a few seconds, his mouth pursed into a line.

The female teacher who teaches high math is not easy to mess with, and her eyes are like daggers, piercing his collar and seeming to nail him to the wall behind him. The teacher's gaze continued to patrol until he saw Yan Shuang in the corner.

Yan Shuang wore a pair of headphones, sitting alone in the last row of seats, the table was clean, her eyes were down, her expression seemed to be depressed, the sketchbook was on her knees leaning on the table hole, and the fingers holding the brush were delicately outlining the lines, not aware of the current situation.

Someone held back a smile, looking at the teacher's expression, he knew that what was waiting for Yan Shuang must be a good show.

Walking over and knocking on Yan Shuang's table, his voice barely fluctuated, "You come to answer this question." ”

Yan Shuang seemed to be taken aback, her fingers holding the paintbrush shook, and then the action of putting away the painting book was clumsy, she dodged the picture on the table, like a child who had been found stealing candy.

Her crampedness doesn't seem to be discovered because she didn't attend class, but because she was worried that her painting would be taken away.

"This question, will you" the female teacher repeated, staring at Yan Shuang's eyes, like an active volcano about to erupt.

Yan Shuang cleaned up her panic at this time, she raised her head slightly, and there were still two lines of Microsoft Ya Hei lying on the courseware, with a few Greek letters.

"Add an auxiliary surface, enclose the closed surface, take the outer surface, and use the Gaussian formula to divide the outer surface surface." Yan Shuang's voice was not loud, but it could be heard by the whole classroom.

A quiet period of oppressive breathing, the answer is indeed correct.

"Do you think that you don't have to listen to the class if you know it yourself," the female teacher's voice was a little helpless, "If that's the case, you can approve that you don't have to take high math in the future." ”

Yan Shuang didn't speak, quietly lowered his eyelashes, and the tips of his hair seemed to be adorned with water.

The female teacher walked back to the podium from her side, "Students, let's continue the class." ”

At 5:21 in class, Zhou Yanyan immediately jumped in front of Yan Shuang, she had a baby face, and every time Yan Shuang saw her, he thought he was talking to a kindergarten child.

"Yan Shuang, you're too dragged, how dare you not listen to class" Zhou Yanyan held his chin and propped his elbows on the desk opposite.

Yan Shuang raised his eyes slightly, smiled and looked away, "I don't understand her lecture very well." ”

"Then how did you do that question," Zhou Yanyan was surprised.

"That's a basic question, don't make a fuss, and I read a high math textbook during the summer vacation." Yan Shuang looked at her exaggerated expression and wanted to laugh a little, but she was not in a particularly good mood at the moment, she packed up her things and asked casually, "Don't you have a regular meeting of the student union at night, you better hurry up and eat something in the cafeteria to cushion your stomach." ”

"Alas, as soon as you say this, I am worried, the minister of our sports department asked me to run errands, and it was really right that you didn't go to the student union in the first place."

Yan Shuang just smiled and shook his head: "I can't choose if I go." ”

"Why do you say that, your grades are so good, how can you be rejected?"

Yan Shuang flicked her forehead with his index finger: "You think too simply. ”

Mix a few words at will, watching Zhou Yanyan mutter and leave, quietly re-enveloping the classroom, the light was dim, and the rich shade outside the window fell a shadow, like locking Yan Shuang into a small glass bottle.

Carefully opened the sketchbook, Li Feiran's eyes were clear, and he looked like a ghost of nothingness.

After a pause, Yan Shuang tore off the page and threw it in the trash.