The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

The afternoon sun lazily shines through the tall windows of the library, sprinkling sparsely on the wooden floor, forming irregular patches of light and shadow. The air is filled with the faint scent of books and ink, and the entire library is immersed in silence.

Xie Xuanan sat alone at a desk in the corner, with a yellowed history book spread out in front of him. His eyes were focused and obsessed, and his slender fingers gently turned the pages of the book, as if he had been in that long-gone era.

At this time, Zhao Heng walked into this quiet area with a bit of trepidation. His eyes eagerly searched between the bookshelves, and finally fixed on Xie Xuan'an. Zhao Heng's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his breathing became slightly rapid. He swallowed gently, trying to calm his inner tension, and then walked towards Xie Xuan'an carefully.

With each step closer, Zhao Heng could see Xie Xuan'an's expression more clearly. He saw Xie Xuan'an's slightly furrowed brows, as if he was talking to the historical figures in the book; he saw his well-defined profile, which looked particularly delicate under the outline of the sun; he saw his hair dyed light golden by the sun, and every strand of it exuded a mysterious charm.

Zhao Heng finally walked to Xie Xuan'an's desk. He stopped and stood quietly for a moment, as if gathering the courage to speak. But Xie Xuan'an seemed to be completely unaware of someone approaching, and was still immersed in the world of the book in his hand.

Zhao Heng took a deep breath and coughed lightly, trying to get Xie Xuan'an's attention.

Xie Xuan'an then slowly raised his head, his eyes full of doubt and vigilance. The moment his eyes met Zhao Heng's, his brows slightly frowned, as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but an unknown trouble.

Zhao Heng's heart trembled when he was stared at by that deep gaze, but he seemed to be attracted. He looked straight at Xie Xuan'an and forgot to speak for a moment.

Xie Xuanan broke the silence first, his voice was cold and distant: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Heng woke up as if from a dream, his face flushed, and he said hurriedly: "I... my name is Zhao Heng, I want to make friends with you."

There was no change in Xie Xuan'an's expression. He just replied calmly, "There's no need for that." Then he lowered his head and continued reading his book, not giving Zhao Heng any extra glances.

Zhao Heng stood there awkwardly, trying to find some more topics to talk about: "I often see you at school, and I think you are very special."

Before Zhao Heng could finish, Xie Xuan'an interrupted him directly: "So what?" There was no warmth in his tone, as if Zhao Heng in front of him was just an insignificant gust of wind.

Zhao Heng had no choice but to say sadly, "Sorry for disturbing you."

Xie Xuan'an no longer responded, as if Zhao Heng had never appeared.

Zhao Heng was filled with disappointment, and slowly turned around and left, his steps heavy as if he was carrying a heavy burden. However, he did not give up, and secretly decided to make Xie Xuan'an change his opinion of him.

One day, a drizzle fell from the sky, and the fine rain threads formed a hazy net. Zhao Heng happened to meet Xie Xuan'an at the entrance of the teaching building. His eyes lit up, and he opened the umbrella in his hand without hesitation, and walked quickly to Xie Xuan'an's side. His eyes were full of determination and expectation, and his voice was sincere and enthusiastic: "Let's go together!"

Xie Xuanan was slightly startled, and a hint of hesitation flashed across his face. He frowned tightly, and his eyes wandered between Zhao Heng and the umbrella, as if he was weighing whether to accept this kindness. Bean-sized raindrops kept falling, splashing small water drops. In the end, he pursed his lips and walked under the umbrella without saying a word.

Along the way, Zhao Heng tried hard to find some light-hearted and interesting topics to break the awkward silence. His eyes were shining with excitement, and he had a cautious smile on his lips. He would occasionally glance at Xie Xuan'an and say, "It rained so suddenly today. Fortunately, I brought an umbrella, otherwise I would be soaked. Do you check the weather forecast before going out?" However, the only response he got was the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella and Xie Xuan'an's always indifferent and expressionless profile. Zhao Heng's smile gradually became a little stiff, and his heart felt like it was poured with a basin of cold water, full of frustration. But he still held the umbrella handle tightly, trying to tilt the umbrella towards Xie Xuan'an, for fear that a drop of rain would fall on Xie Xuan'an.

Finally, they arrived at the downstairs of Xie Xuan'an's dormitory. He still said nothing, but quickly stepped out from under the umbrella, and walked into the building without looking back as if he was escaping. Zhao Heng looked at his receding back, his eyes full of loss and helplessness. The umbrella in his hand turned slowly and unconsciously, and he murmured softly to himself: "Is it still not working? Is there really no way to make him open his heart to me?" But just a moment later, he took a deep breath again, as if injecting himself with a powerful force, and secretly encouraged himself in his heart: "It doesn't matter, don't lose heart, one day he will be willing to communicate with me and be willing to accept me!"

In the following days, Zhao Heng always appeared around Xie Xuan'an intentionally or unintentionally. Sometimes in the same area of ​​the library, he would pass by Xie Xuan'an seemingly casually, his eyes secretly glancing at Xie Xuan'an, nervous and expecting to get even a glance in response; sometimes when they met on the path of the campus, Zhao Heng would immediately show a warm smile and wave hello, but Xie Xuan'an would just glance at him lightly every time, then walk away expressionlessly without pausing. But Zhao Heng still keenly noticed that Xie Xuan'an's eyes were no longer just the initial vigilance and boredom, and there seemed to be a hint of subtle curiosity. This little change gave Zhao Heng a glimmer of hope.

Not long after, the school held a history knowledge competition. Zhao Heng and Xie Xuan'an both signed up to participate. During the competition, the two were assigned to the same group. Xie Xuan'an relied on his deep historical knowledge to win all the way. Zhao Heng was not to be outdone. His flexible thinking and excellent adaptability won a lot of points for the group. In the end, their group won the championship.

After the game, Zhao Heng excitedly said to Xie Xuan'an: "This cooperation is perfect!" Xie Xuan'an was slightly stunned, and a subtle touch flashed across his face. He said: "You performed well."

Since then, the two have been communicating more and more. However, Xie Xuanan still keeps a certain distance, while Zhao Heng remains enthusiastic.

Once, Zhao Heng found out that Xie Xuan was looking for a precious historical book, but he couldn't find it after asking around. Zhao Heng spent a lot of time and energy, and finally found the book in an old bookstore and gave it to Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuanan took the book, a rare touch of emotion flashed in his eyes, and said: "Thank you, I didn't expect you to be so attentive."

From then on, Xie Xuan'an's attitude towards Zhao Heng changed significantly, and he was no longer as indifferent and resistant as before.

The relationship between the two seems to be gradually getting closer.