Senior help me chase him back

They separated at the school gate after lunch, Song Xiuyang went to the laboratory of the medical department to attend classes, and at the end of summer to the foreign language department, Cheng Qiao and Lu Minghui wandered into the classroom of the physics department.

There is usually nothing to do in the afternoon of the first day of school. Except for the selection of class leaders, the rest is for the students to introduce themselves and receive textbooks.

Cheng Qiao and Lu Minghui, as the students who were admitted to this school with the first and No.2 grades in the whole grade, must be god-like existences in everyone's hearts. In addition to their outstanding appearance, they were surrounded by a group of people when they first arrived in the classroom.

The two people who are used to this kind of thing are also handy in handling it. It is the best choice to ignore it and deal with it coldly.

During the self-introduction session, the two showed together what it means to be cruel to the end, and they never said a word except to leave their names on the blackboard.

When choosing class cadres, the two stood up at the same time and said they would quit voluntarily, and unanimously elected Zheng Shaoyun, a good friend and roommate, as a study committee member.

In this way, Zheng Shaoyun was elected as the student committee member of the class with a unanimous vote advantage.

Of course, only Cheng Qiao and Lu Minghui understood the reason.

With the position of study committee member, they will not have any problems signing in for class and handouts for future exams. They are really cunning.

Zheng Shaoyun cried out secretly from the side: Is this what a bully should do?

After school in the afternoon, Lu Minghui ran to the English department next door to find his wife, Xia Mo, Zheng Shaoyun was called by the counselor to help, leaving Cheng Qiao to walk to the dormitory alone with the books of the three of them.

After walking halfway, Cheng Qiao realized that she had forgotten her key.

He walked to a public seat, put down the stack of books in his arms, and picked up his mobile phone to call Lu Minghui, but thinking about the oolong incident in the morning, he gave up after thinking about it, and let the couple have a good time Let's get along.

Zheng Shaoyun went to the office and couldn't come back for a while, and he was embarrassed that a big guy went to the housekeeper to ask for the key with a face, so he simply picked up the phone and called Song Xiuyang.

Song Xiuyang didn't answer the phone immediately, but after a long time, one of his classmates answered the phone.

"Hello, hello." A very polite guy answered the phone, his voice was a little bit soft.

Cheng Qiao didn't know if it was right to describe a boy's voice in this way, but the boy's voice was nice anyway.

"Hi, hello, I'm looking for Song Xiuyang."

"Oh, Song Xiuyang's cell phone is with me. He is still in the laboratory. May I ask if you have anything to do? I can convey it to you."

Cheng Qiao was a little embarrassed looking at the phone. After thinking about it, she decided to go find him with the book in her hand, treat him to dinner, and return the morning oolong.

"When will you finish? Where is your laboratory?"

The other party answered his question very politely and patiently, and told him the address of the laboratory.

After thanking her, Cheng Qiao went forward with the book in her arms.

The process of going to the laboratory was not very smooth. When he turned around and turned to the door of the laboratory, he was already sweating profusely.

Not everyone can enter the laboratory of Peking University School of Medicine. Cheng Qiao explained his purpose at the door of the laboratory, and the guard teacher called Song Xiuyang, and then agreed to let Song Xiuyang come to lead people.

But the person who came to pick him up was not Song Xiuyang, but a quiet-looking boy. As soon as the boy opened his mouth, Cheng Qiao recognized that he was the one who answered the phone.

"Hello, are you Cheng Qiao?" The boy ran up to Cheng Qiao, because he was not very tall, he had to look up in front of Cheng Qiao.

The boy was wearing a white coat, which didn't fit well, taking advantage of his petite figure.

Cheng Qiao saw Song Xiuyang's business card on his white coat and took a second look.

The boy noticed his gaze and explained with a smile, "I forgot to bring my clothes to wash, so I wore Song Xiuyang's coat. It happened that his mobile phone was with me. I answered your call just now."

"Oh, what should I call you?" Cheng Qiao's eyes continued to fall on the boy's white coat. No matter how he looked at it, he felt like he was wearing an adult's clothes.

"Just call me Du, that's what everyone calls me."

Cheng Qiao showed a smile, "Could it be Adu who is under the car?"

The boy named Adu scratched his head embarrassingly, "It can also be understood in this way, let's go, I will take you to find Song Xiuyang."

"it is good."

This boy named Adu is quite talkative, chatting and laughing with Cheng Qiao along the way.

He saw a stack of books in Cheng Qiao's arms, and he kindly asked for help, but Cheng Qiao thanked him.

Adu led Cheng Qiao through a long corridor, took the elevator to the eighth floor, got out of the elevator, turned left and came to the door of a room, where the two stopped.

He opened the room and signaled Cheng Qiao to go in.

Cheng Qiao stood at the door and looked into the room. This is a large common room with tables and chairs, a wardrobe, and even a bed.

Adu looked at Cheng Qiao curiously, and explained: "This is the boy's lounge. We still have half an hour to finish. You can wait here if you want. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the laboratory. If you are in a hurry, I can get you the key here."

Cheng Qiao held the book and carefully looked at the boy in front of him. His words were really interesting. Why did he feel that this boy didn't want him to meet Song Xiuyang.

"Well, I'll wait for him here."

Adu seemed a little surprised by Cheng Qiao's words, so he paused before replying, "Oh, then you can do whatever you want, I'll go first."

After seeing Adu off, Cheng Qiao walked to a large table, which should be used by their medical students to read and exchange books when they have nothing to do. There were many books and some notes spread out on the table.

Cheng Qiao put the book in her arms on the table, pulled up a chair beside her and sat down, picked up her mobile phone to pass the time.

After playing for a while, he felt bored. If he knew this, he might as well ask for the key and go back to the dormitory and wait.

Cheng Qiao was lying in front of the table and playing with her mobile phone. When she heard the sound of a key opening the door, she picked up her mobile phone and got up in a hurry.

Because of the large range, he accidentally dropped a pen on the table, and he hurried to pick it up.

When Song Xiuyang in a white coat pushed the door and walked in, he happened to see Cheng Qiao who was bending over to pick up a pen.

His eyes stayed on Cheng Qiao's waist for a short while, and his eyes flickered, and he approached him.

"What are you picking up?" The voice was clear and deep, and it was not difficult to see that he was in a good mood.

Hearing his voice, Cheng Qiao was overjoyed, quickly picked up the ballpoint pen on the ground, and shook it at Song Xiuyang, "Here, are you done?"

Cheng Qiao's eyes froze on Song Xiuyang.

At this time, Song Xiuyang was wearing a proper white coat, which was in sharp contrast to Adu's image of stealing adult clothes.

He had a handsome face, with a smile on his mouth as always, and he was wearing the shirt he wore when he left at noon under his white coat.

Overall, he was even more handsome than he had imagined.

It's just that he didn't expect Song Xiuyang to wear a pair of thin glasses.

"Why, I don't know you anymore?" Song Xiuyang approached Cheng Qiao with a smile, took the pen from his hand, and said, "How do you know it's mine?"

Cheng Qiao was taken aback for a moment, he obviously hadn't thought of it.

Song Xiuyang was amused, and put the pen on the table, "Just kidding." He glanced at the stack of books that appeared on the table, and frowned slightly, "They let you take them all?"

Cheng Qiao always felt helpless about Song Xiuyang's unexpected joke. He noticed Song Xiuyang's gaze and replied, "Well, it's easy."

"Wait for me for a minute, I'll change." Song Xiuyang took off his glasses and walked slowly to a wardrobe with his name written on it. He was just about to find the key in his pocket when he realized that the key was not in his pocket.

He looked at Adu who was standing in front of the door in a daze, and asked, "My key?"

"Oh." Adu quickly returned to his senses, intentionally avoiding Cheng Qiao's gaze, walked up to Song Xiuyang and handed him the key, "Well, I'll give you the clothes after I wash them. Thank you today."

"Yeah." Song Xiuyang took the key from Adu expressionlessly, without even looking at him.

Knowing that he was bored, Adu walked back to his closet, thinking about the conversation between Song Xiuyang and Cheng Qiao just now, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Ten minutes later, the three came out of the laboratory. The dormitories of the School of Medicine and the Department of Physics were far apart, and Adu and Cheng Qiao were not on the way.

Cheng Qiao originally wanted to say goodbye to him politely at the entrance of the laboratory, but Adu unexpectedly suggested that everyone have dinner together.

Faced with Adu's hospitality, Cheng Qiao could only throw the ball to Song Xiuyang inhumanely, and stood aside without saying a word. To be honest, he didn't like this boy named Adu.

"No, I have something to do with Cheng Qiao, so let's go first." Song Xiuyang remained indifferent as always, took half of the book from Cheng Qiao's hand, and left with his arms in his arms.

Seeing this, Cheng Qiao tried her best to pretend to be sorry, smiled at Adu twice and ran away.

Only Adu, who was left in place, watched the person he had admired for a long time drift away from him.

Back in the dormitory, Song Xiuyang put the book on Cheng Qiao's desk, picked up his cell phone and went out to make a call.

Cheng Qiao separated his books from Lu Minghui's and Zheng Shaoyun's, put them on the table thoughtfully, and then walked to Song Xiuyang's desk. Seeing Song Xiuyang's glasses on the table, he picked them up curiously.

Song Xiuyang's glasses are ordinary semi-metal frames.It is very light in the hand, the lens is very thin, and the prescription should not be deep.

Curiously, he picked up the glasses and hung them on the bridge of his nose, feeling the secret joy of a child stealing an adult's clothes in his heart.

Of course, he was quickly caught by his family's adults, Song Xiuyang hung up the phone and walked back to the dormitory.

The door of the dormitory was ajar, and standing at the door could clearly see everything in the room.Cheng Qiao stood in front of his desk and didn't know what he was doing, but looking at his back, he felt very happy.

He approached gently, because he deliberately suppressed the sound of footsteps, so he was not noticed by someone.

He approached him curiously, and unfortunately, Song Xiuyang's handsome face suddenly appeared in Cheng Qiao's mobile phone.

It turned out that he was taking pictures.

Cheng Qiao found Song Xiuyang in the phone, and a group of panicked ones hurriedly threw the phone aside, like a child who has done something wrong, looking at someone helplessly.

"Student...senior...you...you finished the phone call." Even his speech became stuttering.

Song Xiuyang nodded his head, his eyes froze when he saw Cheng Qiao wearing his glasses, and his heart skipped a beat.

He... he was wearing his glasses to take pictures just now?

There was a wave of ripples in his heart, as happy as a flower, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a charming smile.

Song Xiuyang gently raised his right hand, and Qiao's delicate cheeks rested on the tip of the pen during the slender and fair season.

He lightly put his finger on the tip of Cheng Qiao's nose, and a warm and cool touch came from his fingertips.

He moved his lips, and a low, magnetic voice came out of his mouth, which was charming, "Don't wear myopia casually, it's bad for your eyesight."

Moving his fingers up the bridge of Cheng Qiao's nose, he gently held the glasses on the bridge of his nose, carefully took them off, and put them back on the table.

The crisp sound of glasses touching the table was infinitely magnified and transmitted to Cheng Qiao's ears, replacing him who was dumb.

Cheng Qiao's Adam's apple rolled, and his heart was pounding the moment Song Xiuyang approached him to take off his glasses.

He retracted his eyes in embarrassment, and looked down just in time to see the mobile phone he had thrown on Song Xiuyang's bed.

What the hell was his heart beating so fast just now! ! !