Young master, your vest fell off

Since Situ Xian'an made a move, the black posts on the Internet were self-defeating, and the wind of public opinion overwhelmingly turned to Ye Zichen, and Ye Zichen would not be pointed out when he went out.

Yu Chen and him went back to the dormitory, and spread out on the chair as soon as they came back, drank two sips of Fat House Happy Water, and said weakly: "Oh, I finally don't have to hide when I go out."

After the black posts appeared on the Internet, whenever he and Ye Zichen went out, they would be judged by others. Although he could leave others and act alone, how could he do such a thing as a brother.

Ye Zichen hung the schoolbag on the back of the chair, silently took out the book and opened it.

"I said, why don't you care about anything? Let me see, that Situ primary school girl really cares about you." Seeing the flashing of his phone screen, Yu Chen jokingly said.

The hand that was turning the pages of the book paused slightly, and then turned to the next page as if nothing had happened, but it took a long time to continue reading, and the line of sight did not know where it fell.

Ye Zichen sighed, picked up the phone to unlock it, and as expected, what he saw was the message Situ Xianran sent him.

"Ye Zichen, I'm free in the evening, do you want to rehearse together?" There was a cute little emoji attached to it.

"Are you rehearsing?" Unconsciously, he said softly.

Yu Chen was immersed in the game, and when he heard his voice, he raised his head and looked at him: "What did you say?" Then he immediately lowered his head and continued.

"It's okay, I'm going out for a while." He said as he swipe his finger on the screen quickly, and a message was sent.

Then he sat on the chair a little restlessly, so nervous that he didn't even know that the book was turned upside down, and was laughed at by Yu Chen.

In the evening, when Yu Chen invited him to play golf but was rejected, he muttered "It's really shameless" and changed into his sports clothes and went out.

Before going out, Ye Zichen pretended not to care and pointed to the two sets of clothes hanging: "Which of these two looks better?"

"The one on the left." After finishing speaking, he glared at him and left. The further he walked, the more he felt strange: Ye Zichen doesn't seem like someone who cares about appearance, why is he so weird today.

After hearing his suggestion, Ye Zichen decisively chose the one on the right, he didn't believe Yu Chen's eyes.

After changing his clothes, he stood in front of the full-length mirror and took a picture, pulled his collar, and nodded in satisfaction after he was symmetrical.

Situ Xianran got busy after he successfully made an appointment. This time it was not a rehearsal, and there were not so many people there, just the two of them.

Thinking of this, her face turned red, as if she wanted to blush even though she had put on light makeup.

Her skin was originally fair, but when she blushed, she exuded a sweet smile.

He Chi recited the words, looked up at her, hesitated for a moment, went up and pulled her around twice, and praised, "Oh, if I were a man, I would definitely bow down under your pomegranate skirt."

Hearing her unabashed praise, Situ Xianran blushed even more: "You, don't talk nonsense, or I will get angry."

The deliberate angry small expression and the actually non-threatening words made her whole person come alive. He Chi squeezed her face without hesitation, and returned to the table to continue to endorse.

Situ Xianran heaved a sigh of relief, and patted his flushed face with both hands, feeling that the heat had dropped a bit before going out to meet Ye Zichen.

The drama club didn't open the door when there was no activity on weekends, Situ Xianran and Zi Zichen made an appointment at the rattan corridor.

It is the golden autumn and September, and there is a field of sweet-scented osmanthus in front of the rattan corridor. The breeze blows in the evening, and the rich fragrance wafts in all directions.

Situ Xianran smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus from a distance, the tension in his heart faded a lot, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

She saw Ye Zichen sitting on the stone chair, straightened his back, staring at Guilin in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking, his whole body exuded a feeling of tranquility and indifference.

For some reason, her footsteps slowed down, and she walked towards Ye Zichen step by step, when she stepped on a dead branch, there was a clicking sound.

Ye Zichen turned his head and looked at her with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Ye Zichen, am I late?" She pulled the hem of her clothes a little awkwardly, and asked aloud.

"No, I'm the one who arrived early." Then she took out the tissue she carried with her, wiped the stone chair opposite and pointed to her to sit down.

Situ Xianran smiled embarrassedly, and said softly, "Thank you."

The two sat facing each other in silence for a while, when a gust of wind blew in, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus became more intense.

After sitting for a while, Ye Zichen spoke first: "Let's match a pair of lines, huh?"

Qingrun's voice rang in his ears, Situ Xianran was stunned, and immediately reacted: "Ah, oh, okay." Then, he took the script out of the bag, pointed to something he still didn't understand and asked.

Although both of them are participating in a drama for the first time, they are still relatively important roles, so many details must be grasped well. When Situ Xianran concentrates on doing one thing, he will devote himself wholeheartedly.

Seeing her seriously pointing out the problems, Ye Zichen's throat tightened, he swallowed silently, and explained to her slowly, he couldn't help but feel glad that he had done his homework in advance, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

It was almost the same, the sky gradually darkened, and the words on the paper could not be read clearly, so the two put it away, and neither of them mentioned the intention of separating.

Ye Zichen considered his words, then turned to her and said, "Do you want to go for a walk on the playground?"

Situ Xianran was a head shorter than him. When he was talking, he was thinking about how to stay with him for a while longer. His suggestion touched her heart, so she nodded her head quickly, as if she was afraid that he would regret it.

"Okay."

Seeing her nodding like a little rabbit pounding medicine, bit by bit, so cute, Ye Zichen resisted the thought of touching her head.

He clenched his right hand into his mouth and coughed lightly, before taking the lead.

Situ Xianran was watching him from the corner of his eye, and when he saw him go, he hurriedly followed, as if a little rabbit was bouncing around in his heart, and the steps he walked out were also lively.

Seeing her jumping footsteps, Ye Zichen's mouth also curled up, and the expression on his face softened, no longer cold and unkind.

On the playground, the night lights have already been turned on, and there are groups of people exercising on the runway.

It didn't take long for the two of them to be recognized, and they quietly followed behind them, talking in a low voice.

However, Ye Zichen and Situ Xianran didn't care, and didn't take it seriously when they heard it. There seemed to be an invisible barrier between them and the people around them.

They walked along the long runway three times very comfortably, and said goodbye after agreeing on the time for the next rehearsal.