In addition to the Saturdays and Sundays of the school year in the downtown library, there are still a lot of people during the summer vacation, and many of the students who occupy the seats are students wearing headphones.

Wen Huaizhi asked the top student from the next class to come to the library for self-study today.

He ordered a cup of coffee with him.

He ordered an iced Americano.

He just sat down, but he didn't rush to start self-study, but played with his mobile phone first.

He just put headphones on his ears and put on a song.

Then he found that the WeChat homepage and the circle of friends column surfaced with Jiang Chacha's avatar.

She just posted a circle of friends.

She sent a text.

[Hopefully some people will fill up in place!!] Invincible narcissistic pervert maniac!! ］

I don't know what she's crazy again.

There was obviously no evidence, and he hadn't been in contact with her for a long time.

But he inexplicably felt that this circle of friends seemed to be talking about himself.

Wen Huaizhi's face sank instantly, and his eyes were gloomy.

There was a lot of thought in it.

Now when he thinks of the vice president, for some reason, he can't help but think of the night in the summer resort, standing in the dimly lit doorway, her petal-like lips red and swollen.

The classmate sitting next to him touched his arm.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes flashed with anger, his expression was slightly restrained, and then he looked over with a smile, and suppressed his voice very softly.

"What's wrong?"

The classmate hesitated for a moment, then motioned for him to look at his hands.

Wen Huaizhi looked at his hand at this time.

The pen he was holding just now didn't know when, and he twisted it in his hand.

The pen residue was sharp, and his hand was cut a little bit, bleeding.

At this time, the classmate glanced at the pen in his hand.

Compared with these rich children, his family background can only be said to be very ordinary, and he was exempted from entering this school because of his excellent grades.

He looked at Wen Huaizhi's pen in half, which was broken in half, with pity.

The fountain pens they use look like thousands of high-end goods, and they are so broken, it's really distressing.

Wen Huaizhi glanced at it, and after being stunned for a moment, he smiled again, "It's okay."

Then he got up, found a trash can for the scrapped fountain pen, and threw it away.

Then, standing alone in the corner, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a little blood from his finger.

Then he went back to his seat and studied like this all afternoon.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the classmates whispered next to them and asked if they wanted to go together.

Wen Huaizhi was still writing a question, and when he heard it, he smiled gently, "I'll stay for a while."

The classmate gestured to him with an "OK" and then said in spoken words, "Then I'll go first."

Wen Huaizhi nodded lightly and watched him leave.

After he left, he worked on the problem alone for another half hour.

Throughout the afternoon, several girls plucked up the courage to hand him small notes, but he smiled and shook his head and refused.

It wasn't until his physical strength could no longer keep up with his mental power, he hadn't eaten yet, and he felt a little low blood sugar.

At half-past five, the lights in the library came on.

He looks sven, when he lowers his eyes to write, the light falls on his metal frame, and the fine light on the frame slowly flows with the light and shade of the sky outside the window, which makes his slender eyes more and more affectionate and charming.

He must have felt a little tired. At this time, he removed the gold-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose, then reached out and rubbed the bridge of his nose nonchalantly.

At this moment, a white skirt with a certain dark fragrance passed by him.

What comes to mind.

His eyes darkened, and he suddenly raised his eyes.

What I saw was straight black hair.

Wen Huaizhi's heart, which fluctuated a little obviously, gradually cooled down.

His hand, which had just been propped up on the table, fell silently.

Still, he narrowed his eyes.

He watched as the figure of the hostess held a book in her arms, and then walked step by step past the tables and chairs in the library hallway.

His teacher finally smiled and walked up to a high school boy and sat down next to him.