Lin Yanmo got out of the car with his schoolbag on his back, looked at the empty high school campus in front of him, and pulled the hem of his hoodie with a little melancholy.

"Xiaomo, do you have to come to school at this time?" Lin Guanyan parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, rubbed his face, and raised his hand to look at his watch.

Six o'clock in the morning.

"It's only the first day of school." Lin Guanyan helped his glasses: "What does this mean?" New character design? ”

Lin Yanmo's eyes were slightly sluggish at this time, and the aura of a natural salted fish was mixed with a hint of AI's breath - commonly known as slow half a beat.

Lin Yanmo, a new artificial intelligence, reacted slowly, and glanced at Lin Guanyan half a beat.

Lin Guanyan: "......" is trapped like this, do you want to be in vain? What's in the picture?

Of course, Lin Yanmo is not a new character who wants to set up something in her mind, and there is only one reason why she can come to school at this point in time - to avoid unnecessary appearances.

This is the first head-to-head confrontation between the heroine and the female villain, according to the original plot, if she walks into the school gate at the normal time, it will trigger the unintentional hot soy milk attack of the heroine Ms. Su Qianyuan in front of the majority of classmates, which becomes the fuse for the male protagonist Mr. Gu Weizhou to protect his wife online.

First of all, she is not interested in the positive heroine, and secondly, the feeling of being splashed with hot soy milk in the morning is probably not very good, Lin Yanmo boasts that her temper is not bad, but it has not yet reached the point of a living bodhisattva, and it is best to hide if she can.

Lin Yanmo waved at Lin Guanyan and walked into the gate of the school.

If Lin Guanyan didn't insist on sending her to school, she could actually choose to come back later, Lin Yanmo, a sleepy night owl with a straight brain, squinted his eyes and looked for a place to go in this group of teaching buildings that looked similar, and the more he thought about it, the more he hated.

Since the book does not give a specific time for the incident, the report time of the school notice is 7:50 in the morning, according to the original text, it can be seen that there are a large number of students watching the scene, according to Lin Yanmo's personal inference, this good play should be staged in the range of seven o'clock to seven and a half o'clock, although it is not ruled out that there is a possibility of early occurrence, but it is unlikely to be delayed. It stands to reason that it is good for her to postpone her arrival to school to avoid this range, but Lin Guanyan insists on driving her to school in person, considering the hardware configuration of her vicious second daughter, coupled with the handsome guy and luxury car provided by Lin Guanyan's family affection, if she walks into the school gate in full view of everyone, it is simply swaying in the wind with a full head of flag.

Even if she is a salted fish, it is also a fish who wants to live a good life, of course, it is impossible to live with a flag casually, and it is impossible to lick blood on the tip of the knife.

So the best solution at present is for her to sneak into the school first at the earliest opening point - after all, she doesn't know about others, anyway, when Lin Yanmo was in school, he liked the person who entered the class first was quite easy to be ignored, and often gave other students a shock of "I'm going to go when did you come", and that ethereal sense of existence once surprised Lin Yanmo, the master of stepping on the bell.

Now I just don't know if I can replicate this miracle.

Alas.

Lin Yanmo, who finally found the correct direction of the teaching building, sighed in his heart, and walked forward slowly, feeling from the bottom of his heart that he was really cheap just now by just glancing at Lin Guanyan.

This high school is very characteristic of youth novels, the campus is greened well, tall tree shadows and slender flowers can be seen everywhere, there is everything, the walls of the old-fashioned teaching building are mottled, but not very dirty, and the overall show a just right sense of age, a little more dilapidated, a little less literary and artistic.

It's quite suitable for campus romance drama shooting...... Lin Yanmo, the former and last interior designer, shook to the classroom while commenting.

Lin Yanmo pushed open the empty classroom door, stood in front of the podium and hesitated for a moment, but still sat down in the position where he sat when he was in high school. She yawned and tucked her bag into the desk in the last corner of the row and turned her head to look out the window. Today's weather is very good, the sun shines on her through the window, warm, and it makes her rarely a little distracted.

Probably this classroom is quite similar to the classroom when Lin Yanmo went to school, they are all solid wood desks, single seats, Lin Yanmo thought that he had forgotten a long time ago and Zhuang Changqing's little bit of juvenile past faintly had a sense of recovery - the first time she and Zhuang Changqing met was also the first day of high school, but the sunshine was not as bright as today, it was a rainy day that was quite in line with the mood of the students of Guangzhou, she was lame and mistimed, and she was sitting in the classroom trying to digest the wake-up gas that she had saved all the way. Lucky audience member Zhuang Changqing walked in with a little song humming on her head,...... Hey, I told him something...... I guess I didn't get mad at him......

Lin Yanmo walked and walked, the scene in front of her gradually blurred, she struggled several times to no avail, and finally simply made sure that the time was enough for her to squint for a while, and fell asleep directly on the desk.

I think it was said...... Until Lin Yanmo fell asleep completely, she was still thinking about this question.

When Zhuang Changqing walked into the classroom from the back door, what he saw was Lin Yanmo who fell asleep on the table without any image at all, he was slightly stunned, then bent his eyes, sat on the seat in front of Lin Yanmo, turned around, and looked at her quietly.

This kind of Lin Yanmo made Zhuang Changqing feel more familiar, she always looked like she was sleep-deprived in high school, and often lay on the desk in this position to make up for sleep - throughout the first semester of high school, Zhuang Changqing was most impressed by his fixed back seat was the back of his head covered with a half-length black hair.

That's right.

Zhuang Changqing remembered the scene when Lin Yanmo met him for the first time.

It was a lot of the same, he had always gotten up early, especially on the day of the high school report, when he slipped into the classroom in the drizzle, only to find that someone had arrived earlier than him, looking out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Classmate, are you here so early?"

If the current Zhuang Changqing is just a simple and unpretentious social, then Zhuang Changqing, a teenager who has been at home for various reasons, can be called a social terrorist, seeing that there is a living person in the classroom who can chat with him, he immediately took his schoolbag and sat in front of the girl Lin Yanmo, and turned around excitedly to talk about 800 rounds, when he saw the girl Lin Yanmo put down the hand holding his cheek, and glanced at him without being salty: "It's not early, I remember the wrong time." ”

“……”

Although Zhuang Changqing felt that Lin Yanmo was a little panicked at that time, he didn't know why he just wanted to hear her say a few more words, so he didn't care about most of the classmates who entered the class later, and chatted with her awkwardly for more than half an hour, until the teacher entered the class and started to register the list.

Maybe people are cheap.

Zhuang Changqing smiled helplessly, and reached out to pull Lin Yanmo's long hair in front of him.

He looked at this familiar and unfamiliar eyebrow, and gradually became distracted...... Lin Yanmo in high school was a person who was outside the collective, and it was not that she was isolated - on the contrary, she was able to have a good relationship with everyone, and her social skills can be seen, but I don't know why she never had deep friendships with other classmates, anyway, as far as Zhuang Changqing knows, there is only one exception for him to stick to his face.

Thinking of this, even if he is as thick-skinned as Zhuang Changqing, he can't help but feel hot, if he wants to say that Zhuang Changqing has pure friendship with Lin Yanmo, it is estimated that the head teacher who talked to him twice in private was the first to disagree, the conscience of heaven and earth, his single arrow is so thick that almost everyone knows it, whether he is attentive or flirtatious, he is looking for things or all kinds of means are used, only Lin Yanmo doesn't know if he was born with a tendon, but he didn't see it at all.

The two have known each other for more than ten years, Zhuang Changqing has not thought of giving up, but in the end, he is still willing to find a sense of existence by Lin Yanmo's side for ten years, and Zhuang Changqing often wants to confess directly, but for him, the longer he stays by Lin Yanmo's side, the more he understands her, the more difficult it is to speak.

Lin Yanmo is a contradictory person, her inner world is extremely sensitive and gentle, but she seems dull and indifferent to the stimulation of the outside world, Zhuang Changqing has hardly seen her intense feelings exposed...... He couldn't guarantee what he might do if he confessed rashly. To exaggerate, Zhuang Changqing sometimes even feels that he may only be able to stay as a friend for the rest of his life.

But that's okay, as long as I'm the only one by your side other than my loved ones, and as long as I can still look at you like that.

Zhuang Changqing looked at Lin Yanmo steadily, his lips moving slightly.

As long as you're around, I'll be happy.

Don't let me lose you again.

Zhuang Changqing sighed, and once again sighed at the inferior nature of people, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

Lin Yanmo seemed to feel something at this moment, woke up slowly, and then cried at Shangzhuang Changqing's fierce man, and his sleepy eyes widened in shock.

“……”

Why are you crying?

Zhuang Changqing, who had just solemnly sworn in his heart: "......".

It's not something I can control about the low tear point.

Zhuang Changqing turned around in embarrassment and touched a handful of tears, and then turned back hard.

Lin Yanmo hadn't recovered from the shock, and looked at Zhuang Changqing with big eyes.

Zhuang Changqing burst into tears...... It seems like...... It's quite low, Lin Yanmo inappropriately remembered Zhuang Changqing, who was crying when they used to watch movies together, and wanted to laugh a little.

At this moment, a cloud drifted in the sky at some point, densely blocking most of the sunlight and bringing them a shadow. Zhuang Changqing's beautiful light-colored pupils were vividly displayed in this staggered light and shadow, but Lin Yanmo only saw himself in his eyes.

Truly, yourself.

"What time is it?" She muttered dreamily.

"Sixty-forty-five." Zhuang Changqing's nasal voice was still very heavy, but his voice was light, trembling slightly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "It's early, classmate."

Now not only Zhuang Changqing, but Lin Yanmo also wants to cry.