Gan Lin

I asked Ru Yuze: "Do you go to the library for self-study at night?"

"Well," he said, "you want me to help you with your homework?"

"What do you mean again, isn't it just once." I muttered.

He suddenly smiled: "We can be regarded as the standard match between a top student and a bad student."

"Say I'm narcissistic. I think you are the one who claims to be a top student." I stretched out my hand and made a gesture, "If you wear glasses, it looks like that."

"You think I wear glasses?" He was a little surprised.

I smirked: "Of course, wearing it makes me look more like a gentle scum."

After I finished speaking, I got up and wanted to run, but forgot that my foot was still injured, and finally "ouch", I fell on the bed.

Ru Yuze took a long leg leisurely, stepped over my leg that was dragging on the ground, and pressed on my back.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." I confessed very wisely.

"There is a way to say it again."

He scratched at me with both hands, I was the most ticklish, I burst into tears from laughing.

"No, no seed, hahahahaha!"

"A bad boy like you..."

"It's time for a spanking."

I twisted my body, turned my head with a blushing face, panted heavily and smiled at him.

"Am I right?"

He froze for a moment, his thick eyelashes trembled, he let go of his grip on me, and stood up.

"Correct."

I rested on the bed and watched him put away the books on the table and stuff them into his schoolbag.

"Hey, are you going to the library so early?"

"Ah."

"Call the academic master to become more diligent."

He glanced at me: "Want to go with me?"

"No," I hugged the pillow, "I want to cultivate myself."

He didn't say any more, and I stared at the door he closed for a while, then touched my head, gritted my teeth, and limped off to the ground.

The 10-minute journey took me half an hour, and when I sat on the leather chair, my forehead was full of sweat.

The small barber shop in the school smells like shampoo.

The barber asked while fiddling with my hair, "Dye or perm?"

I glanced at his badge with "ANDY" engraved on it, and after a fierce thought struggle, I said, "Cut it short."

He came over, stroked my hair, and looked in the mirror again.

"I just had my hairstyle done. It's a pity to cut it off."

No, it cost me more than 500.

I squeezed my bangs and said, "It's too long and hurts my eyes."

The barber nodded: "Fix bangs?"

"Hmm...no," I recalled Ru Yuze's crisp and clean short hair, closed my eyes and said, "Let's shave an inch."

The barber picked up the scissors thoughtfully: "Break in love?"

"No." I replied sullenly.

He just "clicked" the scissors, and I blurted out subconsciously: "Wait."

The barber jokingly said, "It's too late to regret."

I finally looked at the hair in the glasses, gritted my teeth, and said, "It's okay, continue."

The barber obviously didn't believe it, and I sat on pins and needles under his meaningful gaze for the rest of the time, and finally finished cutting my hair. When I went out, I bumped into several classmates, all of whom asked me if I had just come out of the labor camp.

Do you know what is personality?

I returned to the dormitory the same way with great difficulty, and combed my hair in front of the mirror for a long time, but I couldn't catch any stray hairs. I was so angry that I tore the mirror off the wall and threw it under the bed to seal it permanently.

It's all Ru Yuze's fault, it's okay to mention bangs.

After playing two games absent-mindedly, I took out a lollipop and put it in my mouth, shaking my legs and looking at the clock, Ru Yuze should be back soon.

I feel a little uneasy. What's going on?

I didn't go for a haircut because of what he said, I just thought to myself, yes, I wanted to cut my hair short a long time ago.

After doing some psychological construction in this way, I continued to invest in the game and lost three games in a row. It can be seen that self-deception is useless.As a result, I was persuaded to quit by the official, with too many failures, and I was banned for one hour.

I lost my phone, and I started to be in a daze. Ru Yuze, who worked so hard today, is not coming back now, and I don't know how he will feel when he sees my new look...

I was lying on the bed, and when I was drowsy, I finally heard footsteps outside.

Hearing the sound of opening the door lock, I quickly adjusted my posture, pretending to be immersed in playing games, and waited quietly for a long time before I heard Ru Yuze's voice.

"Did you cut your hair?"

"Yeah," I grinned at him after counting silently for three seconds, "Isn't he even more handsome!"

He raised the corners of his lips, his dark pupils flickered: "Mmm."

I lowered my head: "Want to touch it?"

He reached out his hand hesitantly, and pressed it: "Like a little hedgehog."

"Why," I said, "you must be touching in the wrong way, touch again."

I obviously cut it according to his style, his hair looks soft and smooth, and it looks like a little hedgehog to me, it shouldn't be.

Ru Yuze chuckled: "You're kidding." He said softly, "It's very beautiful."

I proudly tugged my ears and rubbed my ankles, and it really wasn't in vain.

"Help me take out the mirror under the bed."

He said "Huh?"

I said, "The mirror was disobedient just now, and I punished it for confinement. Now it should be able to reflect on itself, and it can be unsealed."

The expression on Ru Yuze's face suddenly became very exciting, as if he was about to say something.

I urged him: "Hurry up, hurry up."

He sighed, bent down and dragged the mirror out, wiped it clean with a tissue, and hung it back on the door.

I sat on the bed and watched him take out a pink envelope from his schoolbag and hand it to me after he finished these series of things.

"love letter."

"Which beauty gave it to you?"

I reached out to pick it up, but he withdrew his hand and avoided it.

"It's for you."

I pointed to my chin: "Me?"

He nodded: "It's not a beauty, it's a handsome guy."

I looked at Ru Yuze's serious face, and then at the pink envelope, feeling very complicated.

"Can I pretend I don't know?"

"No."

"Can I not watch it?"

"No."

"..."

He opened the envelope very naturally and unfolded the letter.

"I'll read it to you."

Ru Yuze's voice is very nice, and when I read the letter, I listened to the affectionate words in order of importance, and each word got into my ears, generating a little heat.

"Stop reading it, it's weird." I pinched my earlobe and said uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?"

"It seems...you are confessing to me."

"is it?"

He smiled slightly, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, but he finally closed the letter, which made me a little relieved.

"Why do you accept it? You should refuse it for me."

He gave me the letter: "Speak for yourself."

I was full of curiosity just now, but now I am holding the letter paper like a hot potato. I have neither eaten pork nor seen pigs running about this kind of thing, so I have no idea what to do.

"Should, or should we just let the past go like smoke? Let's pretend nothing happened?" I unconsciously took on a discussion tone.

"He has an appointment on the second floor of the library at noon tomorrow." Ru Yuze said indifferently.

"What?! Ru Yuze, you are hurting me again." I scratched my head.

"Aren't you very open," he glanced at me, "love freely."

"That's the freedom of others to be with others..."

I muttered and stared at the letter in my hand, what kind of man would write to the same sex, it was still pink, with a faint fragrance?

I couldn't help but sniffed, and I refused directly, would it break his crystal boy heart?

Ru Yuze poked me: "Do you know that you laugh so disgustingly?"

"Have it?"

I touched the corner of my mouth, as if it really turned up a little.

"Hey, I didn't expect me to be so charming, men and women can take it all."

I hooked his neck and rubbed against him shyly.

"Be careful, don't be fascinated by me."

"late."

"what?"

"If you don't think about how to refuse, it will be too late." He said bluntly.

Yes, I looked down at the crumpled letter I had crumpled.

Would you like to write back?

I haven't written a word in 800 years, and my college assignments have always been electronic manuscripts. Except for my name "Lin Han", which is still well written, everything else is like a ghost.

After I finished writing a piece of letter paper, I looked at it for a long time, and deeply felt that I don't need to say anything, he must be disillusioned with me after reading my words.

"I knew I had asked you to write it as a ghostwriter." I said to Ru Yuze.

"It's better to let me talk about love." He said.

"No, no, that's not okay. You must not fall in love with someone like me." I said, "I'm handsome and suave, and you will be hurt."

"It's a bit difficult." He shook his head.

"Why?" I asked.

He pointed to the tip of my nose and said, "Because you are too narcissistic."

"Huh?" I touched my nose, "You're telling a bad joke again."

Ru Yuze is good at everything, but sometimes his personality is like that of an old lady, and sometimes he is like an air-conditioning machine, saying strange things all the time.

Ru Yuze said, "Do you think I'm a jokester?"

I stared seriously at his face and said, "Not like that."

"That's why I never joke," he said.

I went on to say, "That's why it's cold."

Ru Yuze: "..."

I folded the letter paper in half, folded it in half again, put it in my pocket, and patted it with satisfaction.

"It's over, let's meet and say hello tomorrow, and we will never see each other again."

Ru Yuze was noncommittal about this, but under my strong request, he still agreed to go with me tomorrow.

The next day I stood in front of the mirror humming a little song to try on clothes, and he stood behind me with his arms folded and watched me mess around.

"Aren't you really going on a blind date?"

I said: "You don't understand, you have to leave good memories for your first love."

He raised his eyebrows: "What if it's not my first love?"

"The same goes for the second spring."

I picked up the pomade on the table, thinking about whether I should style it and show off a little.

He sighed: "You are hopeless."

I ignored him: "You have a high IQ but a low EQ, and you don't understand love."

For a while, Ru Yuze's expression was quite exciting. I saw through the mirror that his face was blue and red, which perfectly interpreted the four words "angry from embarrassment".

"Okay, don't be angry," I put on my coat, "let's go."

He held my arm: "feet."

I stomped the ground vigorously: "Don't worry, I'll be fine after a night's sleep."

I said "OK" to him, but he still squatted down to check carefully.

——Mother.