After lunch, I said goodbye to Xu Yu and came to the library.

"You also like pride and prejudice?"

I was leaning quietly against the bookshelf when suddenly a slightly familiar voice came from overhead.

It's Liao Chen.

"You like it too?"

I bookmarked it and looked at Liao Chen.

"yes."

Liao Chen smiled, showing his cute tiger teeth, he walked over, stood in front of me, and slowly approached me.

He was less than ten centimeters away from me, and his bright eyes seemed to have a deep vortex that led me to explore.

Behind me is the bookshelf, and in front of me, is Liao Chen.

I looked at him fixedly, as if I were looking at a perfect work of art.

Liao Chen is so close to me.

I was stupidly stunned, and my ears turned red unconsciously.

With his long arms outstretched, he took down the top book.

"I thought you'd like this."

Liao Chen stood in front of me, took the book he had just taken off, and handed it to me.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë.

"I've always wanted to see it, but ......"

I happily took the book in Liao Chen's hand, but when it came to the reason, I couldn't say anything.

I can't say I'm too short to reach it.

That would be a shame for the dead.

No way! Absolutely not!

"But what?"

Liao Chen casually took another book on the bookshelf and flipped through it randomly.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Liao Chen closed the book and hooked his lips funny.

"What's wrong with you?"

Liao Chen stuffed the book into the bookshelf, tilted his head, and looked at me who was silent.

He was half a head taller than me, and I needed to look up at him slightly.

But with Xu Yu, I have to tilt my head to the extreme.

This kind of kung fu is called "head raising gong".

"Ah...... Because...... I...... I haven't finished reading Pride and Prejudice yet. ”

I blinked quickly and smiled at Liao Chen.

Liao Chen shook his head and pulled out the book he had stuffed back just now.

"You've got time to look at this more."

"Behavioral psychology?"

I frowned and looked at him quizzically.

"Especially page fifteen."

Liao Chen smiled mysteriously and walked to the bookshelf behind.

I pouted, clutching the dictionary-thick book, and wanted to cry without tears.

"Little girl, take so many books, are you done?"

The librarian enthusiastically took the thick stack of books in my hand and began to register me.

"She's done."

Liao Chen walked over, took two books, and handed them to the librarian with a smile.

"Huh? Liao Chen, didn't you ask me to keep this book for you? Don't you watch it? ”

The librarian took the thick book of "Behavioral Psychology" and looked at Liao Chen inexplicably.

"Don't read it yet, some people need this book more than me."

Liao Chen took the two registered books, smiled, thanked the administrator, and left.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to wink at me mysteriously.

What happened to him?

Strangely, is there something wrong with the eyes?

I thanked the administrator, grabbed my book, and went back to the classroom.

I sat in my seat, my classmates were taking a nap, only me and Liao Chen were not sleepy.

He sat upright in his seat and read quietly.

As the number of pages increased, so did his expression.

Sometimes confused, sometimes epiphany, sometimes brightened.

It's like having a heart-to-heart conversation with a book.

I pouted and pulled out the thick copy of Behavioral Psychology.

"Fifteen Pages ......"

I whispered and turned the page that Liao Chen told me to read.

"If a person intends to lie, his blinking frequency will first decrease, because he wants to stay calm so that he can 'tell nonsense with his eyes open', and as long as he lies, he will feel uncontrollably anxious and worried, and this emotion will inevitably cause rapid blinking ......"

I frowned, suddenly thought of something, opened my mouth wide, and felt very helpless.

Liao Chen seemed to notice the movement on my side, and he turned around and raised an eyebrow.

I blushed, I didn't expect Liao Chen's method of exposing the lie to be so direct.

Closing the book, I didn't look at Liao Chen again, burying my head in my arm.

But he still involuntarily aimed at Liao Chen with his spare eyes.

He regained his usual melancholy expression and sat there quietly.

It's like Gabriel, who is illustrious and noble.

I opened the book "Behavioral Psychology" again.

If only I could finish it.

Liao Chen.

I can guess you too.