Mid single, I am blue, don't bark

The number of courses in the new semester is about one-third more than that of the previous semester. Lu Ziju has to think about it every morning when he wakes up.

He had missed classes, and he felt sad when he thought about it.

In the past two days, there has been a continuous spring rain, soft and misty, the kind that can last a whole day, and it has been raining for several days, and there is not a single piece of clothing on the entire balcony that can do it.

This kind of weather, coupled with the cold spring, is like walking into Wang Zhaojun's big move with naked cloth armor shoes. The cold and damp are mixed, and the class is lifeless every day.

The teacher puts an uninteresting PPT on the podium, the students are absent-minded in their seats, their left ears go in and their right ears go out, some books are not opened, and some are more direct, sitting in remote seats with their hats in their pockets Lie down on the table, continue to sleep with unfinished dreams in the morning.

Yan Ming belonged to a combination of several types, sleeping in a remote corner without any books, and sleeping with his head depressed.

Sleepy, he is really sleepy.

Lu Ziju didn't want to fall with him, so he sat in the middle front row. Although he didn't really listen to the class, he still had a good attitude.

The teacher had been in class for half an hour, and suddenly remembered that there was no roll call today, so he came to roll call with great interest, starting from class one, and when he got to class two, he called a few times: "Yan Ming."

Yan Ming was unmoved, and fell asleep forgetting himself.

Everyone looked at Yan Ming's position in unison.

This is the teacher's second class in their class, and he doesn't know much about this social butterfly student, so the eyes behind the glasses show a little displeasure: "Still sleeping?"

Lu Ziju's heart was in his throat, and he was far away, so he could only quickly shout: "Yan Ming!"

This "Yan Ming" was the prince's kiss to Snow White, which successfully woke up Yan Ming.

He was still a little dizzy, and half-marks were printed on his face from sleeping. When he just woke up, his neck shrank from the cold, his body was sore, and when he raised his head, he met the teacher's eyes.

Yan Ming: "..."

The teacher is an old professor who has been teaching for so many years and has never seen any students. His eyes are sharp and piercing. Yan Ming's face turned pale when he saw it. He quickly licked his lower lip and glanced at Lu Ziju again.

Lu Ziju was looking at him in disbelief, and said with a gesture of his mouth, "Roll call."

Yan Ming smiled tremblingly: "Here we are, teacher, I am Yan Ming."

Teacher: "I slept very comfortably."

Yan Ming muttered in his heart that it was not a heinous crime to take a nap in class since he was in college, but he still had a sincere attitude on his face, lowered his eyebrows, and apologized seriously to the teacher, saying that he would never sleep in class again.

The teacher put his hand on his hand, hummed and chirped a few times, and walked back to the podium and ticked Yan Ming's name.

Yan Ming was so sleepy by this surprise that he couldn't fall asleep anymore. He forgot to bring the book. He sat and played with his fingers for a while, only to notice why Lu Ziju sat so far away from him today, and sat with Yang Junhao. Together, a burst of dissatisfaction suddenly rose in my heart. As soon as the class bell rang, I picked up all my belongings with a pen and moved them to Lu Ziju.

Yang Junhao was threatened by Yan Ming for a while, with question marks all over his head: "Why do you have to sit with Lu Ziju?"

When Lu Ziju was asked this question, he felt embarrassed for Yan Ming.

Yan Ming: "I like it."

Yang Junhao: "..."

Yang Junhao thought how else could he fight Yan Ming for a seat?He rolled his eyes and had to sit back.

Lu Ziju pushed the book between the two of them: "From now on, you are not allowed to sleep in class."

Yan Ming: "Okay."

Lu Ziju: "Then remember to bring books."

Yan Ming: "Okay."

Yan Ming is not really the kind of bastard who doesn't read at all. During the third year of high school, when he got up to study hard, he would turn on the lights and fight at night until two or three o'clock. My mother felt distressed when she saw it, but he was already a top student. With a good foundation, stable performance in the college entrance examination and a little bit of luck, they were firmly admitted to C University with their No.1 results in their major.It's just that Yan Ming is a person who has never experienced setbacks. He grew up in a good family and has a good family background. With a little effort in his studies, everything goes smoothly. He went to a good school that others would not envy. After entering university, he naturally brought some of the favorites of heaven. I have a sense of superiority, and I turn a blind eye to myself in learning.

Lu Ziju patiently told him that he could barely listen to him. The reason for himself was that Lu Ziju was so good that he couldn't keep up.

So in the next few days, Yan Ming worked hard, took his books and took notes, sat in the front row again and again, and didn't even copy the answers from the books, which surprised Lu Ziju.

The elective course started in the second week, everything went smoothly like Yan Ming, and he finally encountered a hurdle in his life that he couldn't get past.

That is the paper-cutting class.

Chinese art paper-cutting class.

Lu Ziju grabbed the class honestly, and went to psychology, which he was originally interested in. Hearing that Yan Ming was randomly transferred to the paper-cutting class, he laughed for a full 2 ​​minutes without stopping. You must know that Lu Ziju laughed so much A tall person can make him laugh for 2 minutes, which shows that it is really very funny.

Yan Ming's face was covered with a layer of ashes, and the pace of going to class was heavy with lead. He could only hope in his heart that the teacher was a good teacher who didn't like calling names and was not strict.

What made him even more disappointed was that the number of people in the paper-cutting class was very small. A few people could be seen at a glance, and everyone was sitting sparsely. Among them, Yan Ming was the only boy, like a rare animal among rare animals. Animals, there is no chance of skipping a class.

The paper-cutting teacher looks mediocre, and he can't be seen as gentle or strict. The first thing he does when he comes is to roll the roll.

Yan Ming's heart turned from repaying hope to a pool of stagnant water.

The paper-cutting teacher said that she knew that the students were not professional, so they must have signed up for this class out of interest. She would not make it difficult for everyone, as long as two paper-cutting homeworks were handed in in each class, the paper-cutting homework after class would be done , Passing at the end of the term is no problem.

Two paper-cut homework...

Paper-cut homework after class...

Yan Ming was in so much pain that he became a Buddha immediately, unable to feel who he was, where he was, and what he was going to do.

He knew the two girls next door, and the next door was professional and well-equipped. Yan Ming bit the bullet and borrowed paper and scissors from them, and tried to follow the teacher to make entry-level flower-cutting.

He, a handsome guy of the generation on campus, it would be no problem to stand side by side with Lu Ziju in the Department of Architecture. He is cool and domineering, rich and rich, and has extraordinary taste. He actually huddled in the narrow seat of this cold classroom one day, staring at him. I'm about to cry, hold a pair of scissors and cut paper.

Thinking about it...it's so fucking sad.

The teacher came down to inspect the class and stood beside him for a long time. Yan Ming's hands were shaking when he saw it.

"Oh." The teacher sighed, and helped Yan Ming cut out a flower, and asked Yan Ming to look carefully.

As soon as the class was over, Yan Ming didn't take out any gadgets, but his hands were almost frozen. As soon as the class bell rang and the teacher finished his homework, Yan Ming walked out of the classroom as if he had escaped, wishing he had never attended This class, walking and thinking that I will take this class for another semester, I feel a lot of discomfort in my heart.

Lu Ziju's classroom was upstairs above him, and he stood at the stairs and waited for Lu Ziju.

After waiting for a while, the students after class left one by one, but still did not see Lu Ziju, Yan Ming thought about it for a while, and couldn't think of any reason why Lu Ziju would be delayed, so he planned to walk a few steps up to find him.

Just walked up two steps, just happened to meet Lu Ziju going downstairs, and a girl walked beside her, it was Lin Jun.

Elective courses are school-wide elective courses, and many professional departments are mixed together, and Lin Yun's major seems to be mixed with them.

Lin Jun was talking to Lu Ziju, and when he turned his head and saw Yan Ming who was looking up from downstairs, he was stunned for a moment, thinking that Yan Ming could not be standing here waiting for her, then it could only be... She thought of them when she saw them in the hotel during the winter vacation, and she confirmed her thoughts even more, and the smile on her face suddenly subsided.

Lu Ziju also saw Yan Ming, and couldn't help but quicken his pace by two steps.

Lin Yun greeted Yan Ming.

Yan Ming also smiled and greeted her back, and made a gesture of reaching out, his hand hanging in the air, like an invitation.

Obviously, this hand was extended to Lu Ziju.

Lu Ziju's body stiffened for a short while. While hesitating, considering that Lin Yun was beside her, she was a smart girl, and she knew Yan Ming's family well, so he didn't know what he saw.

It's normal for two people to hold hands, but now, Lu Ziju just walked towards Yan Ming naturally, pressed Yan Ming's hand down, and then looked back at Lin Yun.

Lin Jun lowered her head: "You guys go first, I'll wait for my classmate."

Yan Ming: "Okay, goodbye."

"Bye-Bye."

The two walked back to the dormitory with a little silence, Lu Ziju was surprised that Yan Ming didn't complain about the paper-cutting class to him, so he had to ask first: "How is the paper-cutting class?"

Yan Ming: "It's not that good."

Lu Ziju heard some displeasure from these four words, and this displeasure did not come from the paper-cutting class.

Could it be because he didn't hold Yan Ming's hand just now?

Lu Ziju thought about it before and after, and felt that there was only such a possibility.

But what's there to be angry about.

Lu Ziju couldn't figure out why Yan Ming was angry, and he couldn't find a topic to continue talking with, the two of them were awkwardly speechless.

Yan Ming waited for a long time without waiting for a word from Lu Ziju, he got anxious first, thinking sourly, why didn't he continue to ask me.

"Are you so afraid of our relationship being known by others?" Yan Ming finally couldn't hold back when he entered the dormitory.

Lu Ziju didn't seem to hear clearly: "What?"

Yan Ming's face was calm, but his eyes were sharp: "Are you so afraid that others will know that we are a couple?"

Before half a month into school, Yan Ming felt that Lu Ziju was terrified, very terrified.

From not agreeing to move out to live together to all kinds of behaviors that resist intimacy among classmates, Lu Ziju is avoiding to face their relationship in front of others, which is completely different from the intimacy in private.If it is acceptable in front of elders, but among classmates, is homosexuality so shady?

Is Lu Ziju so unwilling to tell others that he and himself are a couple?

The more Yan Ming thought about it, the more he felt that he had been greatly wronged.

Lu Ziju was stunned by his question, and he didn't speak for a moment.

The atmosphere between the two dropped to freezing point in an instant, which had never happened since they were together.

Walking to the second floor, Lu Ziju went back to his dormitory first, hesitated for a while, and looked at Yan Ming silently.

Yan Ming just stood there without moving.

Lu Ziju: "I'll go first."

Yan Ming was still in the same place, watching Lu Ziju's figure walk into the corridor, feeling all sorts of uncomfortable in his heart.

You shouldn't be fierce with him just now.

Before he could say anything for 5 minutes, Yan Ming's chest was full of regret, and he couldn't catch up to explain to Lu Ziju, so he continued to stand for half a minute, then went upstairs and went back to his dormitory embarrassingly.

Yan Ming was out of his mind, like a limp cabbage, leaning sullenly on the chair in the dormitory, and laughed at Zheng Zhe when he came back, thinking that he was stimulated in the paper-cutting class.

"I was stimulated." Yan Ming lit a cigarette and said, "I was really stimulated."