"Liao Chen, you sit next to Rui Yinghai for the time being."

As soon as I stuffed the copy of Behavioral Psychology into my desk, the head teacher walked in.

This is our new homeroom teacher, called Shi Yuejun, who teaches Chinese.

She held her textbook, looked around for a week, and then spoke slowly.

I took a deep breath and pretended to be calm.

Actually, I'm going to blow it up, okay!

Liao Chen wants to sit next to me!

I would laugh out loud in my dreams.

Ignoring the murderous gaze of those girls, I smiled faintly.

Liao Chen nodded, cleaned up briefly, and walked towards me.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, perfectly resembling a Michelangelo sculpture.

He slung his bag over his shoulder, looking very reluctant.

I moved the stool to the left, and Liao Chen sat down next to me.

There was a faint scent of grass on him.

"Are you so unhappy with me?"

I bit my lip and opened my mouth sullenly.

"Poof."

As soon as Liao Chen put down his schoolbag, he saw my angry bag, his lips were grinning, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and his white teeth were a little dazzling.

"I've been at the same table for so many years, and you're the first one I've been at the same table."

Liao Chen raised his eyebrows and slowly took out his books and homework.

I was his first tablemate.

I took a deep breath, but my heart was still excited.

Liao Chen, the prince charming in my heart, is so close to me now.

It's just a stone's throw away.

Looking at his side face, I suddenly felt a little melancholy.

We weren't close, even though my hands could touch him, even if my eyes could stare at him.

And the two hot hearts are strange to each other and unfamiliar with each other.

Between Liao Chen and me, there is a good feeling.

But I don't want to turn my liking into a liking just yet.

This kind of liking that exists so easily is simply too cheap.

It's like the familiarity under the skin, the strangeness between the heart.

"What's the fuss, I'm listening."

Liao Chen funnily poked my arm with his pen and glanced at me with his peripheral vision.

"Oh."

I smiled softly and looked up.

Liao Chen also smiled and put his mind into the class.

Fortunately, Liao Chen and I never get tired of seeing each other.

Liao Chen's enthusiasm for learning seems to have also driven me.

The class that was supposed to last 50 minutes seemed to be only five minutes later, and the class was already out in the blink of an eye.

The same is true for a one-day course, with Liao Chen's company, it is like a white horse passing by.

"Aren't you hungry?"

After washing my hands and coming back, I saw that Liao Chen hadn't even gone to dinner.

"I don't have the idea of eating for a while."

Liao Chen sorted out his class notes and said without raising his head.

"People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry."

I sat next to him and sorted out the messy textbooks on my desk.

"No wonder you're ......"

Liao Chen shrugged his shoulders, looked at me indifferently, and stopped talking.

"What?"

I put down my schoolbag and looked at Liao Chen, and found that he was actually snickering.

"It's fine."

Liao Chen looked at me, suddenly stopped writing, and laughed nonsensically.

I don't know who turned on the light, and suddenly there was a happy atmosphere in the classroom.

I looked at Liao Chen, who was lying on the table, his body shaking together.

I don't know why, but I hope that this hearty laughter will never be heard by others.

It's my laugh.

A smile that will always be engraved in my heart.

"What?"

"It's all right!"

"Do you say it or not!"

"Eh, eh! Don't fight! Rui Sakurahai! You! Other! Can you be a lady! ”

"Can't!"