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After everyone returned to the class, the head teacher began to assign sketches, which was basically the same as last semester. The specific arrangement depended on Lao Gao and the leading teacher. The head teacher meant some routine precautions.

Lu Yan had a headache at the beginning, and his head was getting heavier and heavier. He propped his head up and tried hard to listen to the lecture, but nothing came in from his left ear and out from his right ear. Fortunately, the head teacher left soon, and the next class was a self-study class, and finally Let him catch the opportunity to squint for a while.

It took only about 45 minutes, when Lu Yanchu woke up, most of his energy was restored, he stretched himself and sat in the place where the bell rang, casually flipped through his notebook, and asked Xie Cheng beside him, "Where's Brother Hua?"

Xie Cheng shook his head, "Let's go to the bathroom."

Lu Yanchu habitually picked up an oil-based pen, and while chatting with Xie Cheng, he sketched on the Zhongming pen container. Afterwards, he put down the pen and saw a small delicate notebook on the table. Before Xie Cheng could stop him, Lu Yanchu opened it. In an instant, the chaotic head seemed to explode like a flower.

He stared at the words on the notebook with wide eyes. How could his name be on it?And what happened to the "I like you" in the back, this...

"Who told you to draw something on my pen holder!" Zhong Ming's voice was thunderous, and Lu Yanchu shoved the notebook into Zhong Ming's table hole in a jerk, not daring to look up at him, "I..."

"You go back." Zhong Ming said coldly, Lu Yanchu's mood fell to the bottom, he stood up wronged, said "I'm sorry" without thinking, and returned to his seat.

Zhong Ming felt a sharp pain in his heart, sat down with a straight face, and put his hands on the diary, which seemed to still have the temperature of Lu Yanchu's fingers, which burned his heart all of a sudden.

"Cancan, I seem to have seen it." Xie Cheng reminded from the side.

Zhong Ming didn't speak, but his hands gradually clenched into fists. What should come still came, but he didn't expect that he would wait for God's judgment so soon.

Caught off guard, there is no room for return.

Han Yingdong poked Zhong Ming's back, realized that something was wrong with him, and pulled him, "Zhong Ming, come out with me."

Zhong Ming passed by Lu Yanchu's side, his eyes fixed unconsciously, but Lu Yanchu moved away because of inexplicable shyness, and this became disgust in Zhong Ming's eyes.

Lu Yanchu's heart was beating violently in his chest, and he put one hand on it, the frequency was so fast that even he could hardly imagine.

Zhong Ming likes him?

How can this be? !Either he misread it, or Zhong Ming was playing a prank, but...

"Ah!" Lu Yanchu slammed his head on the table in frustration, and his deskmate glanced at him, "What's wrong with you? I don't think you're quite right today, are you sick?"

Lu Yanchu bit his lip and answered after a while, "I'm sick, and it's not serious."

"Take medicine when you are sick, what if you don't take medicine?"

"It's a pity that I have a terminal illness and there is no antidote."

The tablemate was inexplicably amused by him, and touched his forehead, "I don't have a fever, do you read too many martial arts novels, and you still have a cure for terminal illnesses, could it be that yin and yang must have intercourse to get better?"

Lu Yanchu didn't care about other people's jokes at all, he was immersed in his own sad world and couldn't extricate himself, all the laughter in front of his eyes, every time the idea that he liked himself flashed in his mind, his brain would automatically reject it, and fell into a kind of helpless A remedial vicious circle.

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