senior cry

Yan Ze tried again with difficulty, but he still couldn't take out the contact lenses without a mirror.

His eyes became even more uncomfortable. He frowned, blinked frequently, and physiological tears kept pouring out of his eyes.

There was another burst of applause outside.

Today is the opening ceremony for freshmen of X University, and Yan Ze is going to give a speech as the vice president of the student union.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to appear on the stage, the contact lenses that I seldom wear suddenly had a problem. For some reason, I felt a strong foreign body sensation. .

It's really hard to do anything.

At this moment, someone opened the door and entered the room where he was the only one left.

Yan Ze looked like he had met a savior, and he couldn't care less about the squinting eyes and tears on his face, so he said in which direction, "Student!"

It took a few seconds for the other party to respond, "What's the matter?"

It was a young man with a rather deep voice.

"I can't take off my contact lenses, can I trouble you for a favor?"

Yan Ze felt the other party pause before coming over.

He couldn't fully open his eyes, his sight was blocked by tears, but he could tell from the approaching shadow that this person was quite tall.

"Please help me..."

Yan Ze raised his head on his own initiative, and repeated it again.

The man seemed to react slowly, and paused for a while, then stretched out his hand, touching his eyes gently.

The other party's fingers were a little cold, and Yan Ze couldn't help shaking slightly.

"do not move."

The boy finally said the second sentence, with a sense of oppression in his commanding tone.

Yan Ze was inexplicably obedient and really didn't dare to move.

After all, the fate of the eyes is in the hands of the other party, and he doesn't want to be blind just yet.

The man successfully took off the lens of the right eye, but when he was about to take the lens of the left eye, he seemed to have been pressed the pause button, holding Yan Ze's face in one hand, and hesitated to continue.

Yan Ze kept his head held up slightly, and the back of his neck felt a little sore.

Just as she was about to urge her, she heard the other party whisper, "You shed a lot of tears."

The thumb rubbed repeatedly on his cheek, as if trying to dry him off, but the strength gradually increased.

It felt a bit strange, Yan Ze felt a subtle discomfort in his heart, and even got goosebumps.

Another voice came from outside: "Let's give a round of applause and invite Yan Ze, a senior student from the Department of Physics, to give a welcome speech!"

Yan Ze was a little anxious when he heard the sound, "Student, please hurry up..."

He seemed to hear a chuckle, but before he could react, the discomfort in his eyes had disappeared.

Yan Ze blinked a few times, it feels good to be back to normal.

There were two thin transparent lenses on the table next to them. Yan Ze threw them into the trash can, vowing that he would never buy this brand of contact lenses again in his life.

He looked around, but there was no one in the room.

Is the one who helped him just now a ghost?

Yan Ze shivered, quickly rubbed his eyes, wiped his face, and walked out quickly.

The freshmen who were already drowsy in the auditorium erupted in amazement and cheers because of Yan Ze's appearance.

He was used to this situation, and he finished what he wanted to say without changing his face, and ended his speech in a few minutes.

There was another burst of overly enthusiastic applause, accompanied by a few bold whistles.

Now it's time to hand over the microphone to the freshmen representative.

"The following are freshman representatives—"

Yan Ze glanced at the name at the end of the manuscript in his hand, and said, "Lu Lin."

Turn around for handover.

A figure came forward, and Yan Ze felt inexplicably familiar when he approached.

Before he could think clearly, the deep voice sounded like the ravings of a demon into his ears.

"Senior, you look so beautiful when you cry."