After crossing, I was with the campus male god

On the first day of the school celebration, the dean led the Disciplinary Committee to the school gate early in the morning to catch students who didn't wear school uniforms, wore jewelry, and had irregular hairstyles.

One class in the morning, one math class and one English class, were all listened to by the leading teacher who visited from outside.

Before leaving, I not only praised the class for being active in class, but also praised the good drawing on the blackboard behind.

Yan Lingan was as happy as if he was the one involved.

In the afternoon, I went to the auditorium to listen to speeches, divided into leaders of the Education Bureau, former alumni who had graduated for a long time, and outstanding students who were still studying at school.

All classes are lined up at the entrance of the auditorium, and they can only enter and take a seat when the time is up.

Yan Lingan went to the backstage to prepare his speech, Chu Muya and Song Lin stood together in the middle of the crowd, waited for 2 minutes, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

[No.[-] middle school handsome comparison]: Mu Mu, look to your left!

Chu Muya looked over, Yan Ling'an was wearing a black suit and was standing at the backstage entrance to greet him.

The young man was full of vigor, his smile was bright without any impurities, and the sun fell on him, making him even more dazzling and eye-catching, enough to make many girls scream, and it also made Chu Muya a little overwhelmed.

Sure enough, the girl next to her who was discussing graphic novels immediately couldn't suppress her excitement and started discussing Yan Ling'an.

"Damn it, my heart beats faster because of Yan Lingan's laughter, it's so eye-catching!!"

"Mom, Sue, the little suit, the bow tie, and that smile!!"

"Damn, why are those boys chasing me not half as good-looking as Yan Ling'an? If I can have 2/3 of him, I'll agree right away!"

"Yan Ling'an, a super academic, likes that type of girl? I'm going to meet a sister."

"Stupid? The kind that's so cute?"

"I also think, is this in line with the machismo of boys? It's a pity, I don't fit the stupid setting."

Chu Muya felt a little annoyed by the endless chatter around him.

Seeing that his complexion was getting worse and worse, Song Lin asked, "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Muya shook his head, and was about to speak when the phone in his hand vibrated again.

[Number One High School Marshal Competition]: Mu Mu, come here.

Chu Muya pursed his lips, pointed to the direction of the back door with Song Lin, and said, "I'll go there."

Yan Ling'an pulled Chu Muya into the back door, and closed the door to prevent other students from sneaking in.

There was plenty of sunlight outside the door, and the corridor by the back door was not lit. Chu Muya didn't understand what Yan Lingan was doing to pull him in: "What's wrong?"

"Just now I saw that your complexion was not good, and I was afraid that you might suffer from heat stroke." Yan Ling'an scratched her hair and smiled, "It may take a while for the front stage to enter the stage. You can just pass through the side door of the stage later."

The corridor by the back door was not particularly spacious, and the two stood facing each other, with neither too far nor too close to each other.

Looking at Yan Lingan's pure smile, Chu Muya seemed to think of the chirping voices of those girls before his ears, and he couldn't help feeling a little restless.

"Brother Mu, are you okay?" Seeing Chu Muya's face darken again, Yan Ling'an was a little worried.

Chu Muya didn't have time to distinguish where this inexplicable negative emotion came from, he pursed his lips and shook his head.

Yan Ling'an understood Chu Muya's character, he was the kind who would rather suffer in silence by himself than tell others.

Yan Ling'an couldn't help but grab Chu Muya's wrist, and pulled it deep into the corridor.

There are three lounges in the corridor, and Yan Ling'an, Su Qingtang, and the freshman representatives share one.

Su Qingtang is sitting on the sofa familiarizing himself with the manuscript. Although he has already mastered the manuscript by heart, it is always right to read it several times. After all, the manuscript also has a copy of that person. What if he secretly tricks him? ?

On the other side of the lounge was a man and a woman, leaning against the desk intimately and whispering.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the two separated immediately, and they were relieved to see that it was Yan Ling'an who entered.

Yan Ling'an arranged Chu Muya at the other end of the sofa, and poured him another cup of hot water: "Brother Mu, if you're not feeling well, don't force yourself, just rest here for a while and you'll be fine."

An inexplicable emotion rose in Chu Muya's heart, which was annoying and chaotic, but also a little undetectable warmth.

He responded softly: "Yes."

Su Qingtang sat on the other side of the sofa and gave the two of them an interesting look. He thought that Yan Lingan's rushing back was because something important had happened.

Chu Muya sat in the lounge for a while, and was about to go back to class, Yan Lingan stopped him: "Mu Mu, they must have filled up all the seats, you have to stand when you go, why don't you wait I will go to the backstage with me to listen, let me tell you that I just met a senior and heard that he is doing a project in the laboratory of Professor Jiang of Capital University, I really want to go and see it."

Chu Muya listened absently to what he had to say.

After Su Qingtang took the speech to the backstage to prepare, Yan Lingan also took Chu Muya to the other side of the backstage.

They were in a position where they could see the person speaking on the podium, Yan Lingan said in a low voice, "He was the one who talked to us just now." He was afraid that he would be heard if he spoke too loudly, so he leaned closer to Chu Muya's ear She leaned forward, "Mumu, have you thought about the future?"

After chatting with his senior brother, Yan Ling'an was full of expectations for the future.