After dressing as a fake young master from a wealthy family, the real young master is back

Song Mian looked up to know why.

The security guard sitting in the security room has fallen asleep, and now there are only him and the people behind him around, as long as he takes a few steps forward, he will enter the monitoring room.

The man knew this clearly, and definitely knew that he had discovered that he was being followed, so he no longer covered it up.

The heart was beating fast, and the palms of the hands could not help breaking out in cold sweat. Song Mian told himself to calm down, stopped calling, counted silently to three numbers, and started running directly.

The moment he took out the access control card, he already felt the people behind him approaching, as long as he turned his head, he would definitely see a terrifying face.

"Drip." Song Mian was about to swipe his card when the door in front of him was opened.

Lu Yu's face appeared in sight, Song Mian opened his eyes wide, and before he could move, he was pulled into his arms.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the person behind him cursed "grass" when he saw that he hadn't succeeded, then hid the knife in his clothes, turned his head and ran away quickly.

A familiar scent lingered on the tip of her nose. Song Mian pressed against Lu Yu's chest and heard the steady and powerful heartbeat.

He gradually calmed down, only to feel the slight heat in his eye sockets.

"Are you all right?" A deep voice sounded above his head, which was particularly reassuring in the silent late night.

Song Mian shook her head.

The security guard sitting in the security room woke up at some point, staring at them with wide eyes.

Only then did Song Mian realize that he was holding Lu Yu tightly like an octopus and would not let go. His face became hot, and he let go of his hand in an instant, stuttering, "You, what, why are you here?"

"Five minutes have passed, and you haven't come back yet." After Lu Yu finished speaking, he walked to the security room and said something.

The security guard's face changed drastically, he nodded countless times, and finally apologized: "It was my negligence. This will never happen again next time."

"Let's go." Lu Yu turned around, walked in front of Song Mian, helped him straighten his crooked coat, and touched his head, "I have already asked the security to call the police, and the police will come to call the surveillance later. That person must be trying to rob."

"Did you see his face?" Song Mian asked.

Although he only glanced at him, Lu Yu had already remembered his characteristics: "Well, he is in his 30s, very fierce, with darker skin, and a scar on his face. He ran away immediately after failing, he should be a repeat offender."

Then he wasn't the murderer who killed Miao Mianmian.

Song Mian carefully grabbed Lu Yu's sleeve, raised her head, and showed a gentle smile on her pale face: "Lu Yu, thank you."

Thank you for being so timely when I was most panicked and at a loss.

Song Mian couldn't imagine what would have happened to him if Lu Yu hadn't come in time to stop him from the knife.

He didn't dare to think deeply.

"Don't come out alone next time." Lu Yu paused and said, "If you want to come out, tell me and I will accompany you."

"Okay." Song Mian obediently replied, "I won't do it next time."

He was terribly frightened, no matter how calm he was, he still had lingering fears.

The temperature dropped at night, the wind was very cold, coupled with the reason of being frightened before, Song Mian shivered uncontrollably on the way back.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the clothes in his hands, and tried to relax himself, but he couldn't, the more he tried to relax, the tighter and trembling his body became.

The sleeves trembled slightly. Lu Yu turned his head and realized that something was wrong with him. He took off his coat and put it on him.

Song Mian subconsciously said, "No need, I'll be home soon."

Seeing that Lu Yu was wearing pajamas, he was slightly startled, thinking of what Lu Yu had said before.

Wouldn't Lu Yu find out that he was not in the room, and he didn't have time to change his clothes, so he just put on his coat and came out to wait for him, right?

The warmth in his heart swept over like a tide in an instant, calming down all the fears. Song Mian lowered her head and pulled up her slightly long sleeves, revealing her beautiful slender hands.

Lu Yu's coat was too big for him, like a child stealing an adult's clothes that didn't fit at all. Finding this, Song Mian couldn't help but pulled up his sleeves a lot, exposing his wrists coming.

The cold left hand was suddenly held by someone, and the scorching heat from the palm spread to the apex of the heart.

Song Mian was stunned, she didn't know if she was burned by the temperature or what, her fingers couldn't help trembling.

Lu Yu held his hand, Lu Yu held his hand, Lu Yu...

There was only one idea left in Song Mian's mind, and the more he tried to get rid of this idea, the more it backfired.

Lu Yu zipped up his jacket and held his hand tightly: "Don't be afraid, I will lead you home."

Miraculously, her body stopped shaking. Song Mian raised her eyes to look at Lu Yu's gentle eyes, and her nose felt sore for no reason.

"Lu Yu." He asked his guess: "Is it because of others that you treat me so well? Do I resemble someone? You will think of others when you see me."

Otherwise, why would she stare at him for so long every time, as if her eyes were recalling someone through him.

"You are you, not someone else." Hearing these obviously disappointed words, Lu Yu raised his hand and rubbed Song Mian's hair. Seeing that his eyes were slightly squinted, with a cute face, he slightly bent his index finger, and lightly scraped him. The bridge of the nose, couldn't help laughing: "I didn't treat you as someone else, I clearly know who you are. Song Mian, I..."

What he was going to say was silent in Song Mian's red eyes.

Lu Yu raised his hand and gently stroked his face, his voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to endure something: "Mianmian, don't cry."

This was the first time Song Mian heard Lu Yu call him "Mian Mian", and the following words were the most gentle Song Mian had ever heard in his life.

He blinked, feeling more and more out of control, immediately lowered his head, and said vaguely: "I didn't want to cry, but it was very strange, as if I couldn't control it... Why did you treat me so well when you didn't treat me as someone else... "

It seemed that everything changed after meeting Lu Yu.

And why is he crying.

Song Mian raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his fingers were slightly moist, which made him startled.

He really cried, why?

Lu Yu must know why.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind, Song Mian didn't look up, and didn't ask Lu Yu, but secretly watched Lu Yu hold his hand, recalling the weird dream before.

"Mianmian, not everything has to have a reason." The young man with cold brows and eyes said warmly, "As I said before, I treat you well because you are worth it."

*

Lu Yu didn't let go of his hand until he returned to the room.

After Song Mian finished washing, she lay on the bed and stared at her hands for a long while before realizing that her mind was full of Lu Yu at some point.

He shook his head frantically, thinking he was crazy, and took out his homework to try to divert his attention.

Lu Yu seemed to have something to say to him before, but he didn't say it.

What is it?

What does Lu Yu want to say?

Unable to read any of the topics, Song Mian gave up struggling, put down the pen and lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a rumbling sound and the sound of thunder. Song Mian gasped and sat up from the bed, turning her head to look at the lightning and thunder outside the window.

The only sound left in the dark room was his rapid panting.

He had the nightmare again, the same nightmare, the same terror.

Her heart was so painful that it was difficult to breathe. The feeling from the dream had not yet dissipated. Song Mian pursed her lips and lay down on the bed for a while before recovering.

This time he still didn't see the man's face clearly.

But he had a strong feeling - that man was Lu Yu.

Lu Yu grew up.

Why did he have this kind of dream for no reason, and why did he dream of Lu Yu?

Song Mian turned on the light, went to the living room and poured a cup of hot water to drink, sat on the sofa and meditated for a long time before returning to the room to sleep.

Fortunately, the next day was Sunday, so Song Mian didn't have to get up early to go to class. Song Mian slept until nine o'clock before getting up for breakfast.

Perhaps it was because Song Mian was frightened yesterday and didn't have a good rest at night, Song Mian's head was very dizzy, and his vision was a little blurry.

After leaving the room door, Song Mian heard Lu Yu asking Aunt Dong to heat up the milk.

"Ah cut." Just as he was about to speak, he sneezed suddenly.

Song Mian was taken aback, and belatedly realized that she had caught a cold.

That sneezing sound made Lu Yu frown, and he waved to him: "Come and eat."

Song Mian walked over quickly, and after sitting down, Lu Yu raised his hand and touched his head.

The forehead is not hot, so there should be no fever.

This action was done very naturally, and Song Mian didn't react at all. Aunt Dong couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

It seems that the relationship between the young master and the young master is even better than she imagined.

She brought out the leftover food, and put the medicine aside: "Master, this is cold medicine, remember to take it after eating."

The medicine is not bitter, but sweet, Song Mian hesitated for a while before nodding.

After eating, Song Mian drank the medicine, and the taste of the medicine in his mouth made him stick out his tongue uncontrollably.

He doesn't like the smell of medicine, even if it is sweet, it has a strong smell of medicine.

A mint candy appeared in front of my eyes, "Open your mouth."

Song Mian opened his mouth subconsciously, and the mint candy was stuffed into his mouth. Soon, the smell of mint dispelled the smell of medicine.

Song Mian turned to look at Lu Yu, and said vaguely, "Thank you."

"My aunt is leaving today." Lu Yu peeled off another candy and ate it by himself.

Song Mian looked at the candy wrapper in his hand for a while before realizing that Song Ziwen had indeed left today.

Last Saturday, Song Ziwen had something to do and delayed his return to China for a week, and he didn't go out to play with them.

This Saturday they have another sports meeting, and they don't have time, so that they haven't seen Song Ziwen when he returns home today.

"I'll see off my aunt." Song Mian said, went back to her room and put on her coat, and said to Lu Yu when she came out, "I'll wash yesterday's coat before I give it to you."

Lu Yu nodded: "I'll go with you."

The weather was so fine that there was no sign of lightning and thunder in the middle of the night last night. When the two arrived at the old house, Song Ziwen happened to go out.

Song Mian called her aunt, and quickly walked over to help her get the suitcase.

Song Ziwen's eyes lit up immediately, "Why are you here?"

"Come see off aunt."

Song Ziwen sighed, "It's a pity that I can't delay any longer, I have to go back, otherwise I want to play with you for a few days."

"Summer vacation is coming soon, don't worry." Song Mian smiled.

Grandma Song stood behind her, watching them silently without speaking, but her eyes stayed on Song Mian for a long time.

Her grandson has changed so much that her dislike for him because of many things before has dissipated.

Song Mian called her, handed her a box of things, and said softly, "Before we came, Lu Yu and I saw egg yolk cakes that grandma likes to eat on the street, so we bought some. But grandma, you have to control eating, You can't eat too many at once."

Grandma Song was obviously taken aback.

This was the first time Song Mian gave her something in more than ten years, and it was her favorite egg yolk cake.

The nanny on the other side took it, and Grandma Song stared at Song Mian for a long time before she raised her hand and pinched Song Mian's face: "Are you really Song Mian?"

Song Ziwen snorted when he heard the words, and couldn't help laughing.

"I was always ignorant before, and it was my fault that I made grandma sad." Song Mian let Grandma Song pinch her.

He knew that Grandma Song would only do this kind of intimate gesture when she really liked someone.

Grandma Song withdrew her hand, and argued unconvinced, "Sad, why sad, I'm not sad."

She turned around and was helped into the villa by the nanny.

Not long after, the nanny ran out and handed Song Mian a box: "This is a gift from the old lady to you and Master Lu Yu."

"Please thank grandma for me and Lu Yu." Song Mian took the box without opening it directly.

The nanny nodded and went back to the villa.

"Smelly boy, the one with grandma, the one without aunt, right? I love you for nothing." Song Ziwen poked Song Mian, pretending to be unhappy.

"Of course." Song Mian smiled and said, "It's at Lu Yu's place."

Lu Yu handed the gift box to Song Ziwen.

When he opened it, he found his favorite tangerine peel inside, Song Ziwen was surprised.

She likes sour food very much, especially this brand of tangerine peel. She likes to buy it every time she comes back, but this time she was busy and forgot.

She never expected that Song Mian would know that she likes to eat this.

...

"Go back." Song Ziwen waved his hands at the two, "Come and play with my aunt when I'm free."

"Okay, goodbye, aunt." Song Mian waved her hand, watching Song Ziwen turn around after the security check and saw a slightly familiar figure when he was about to leave.

Lu Yu followed his gaze and saw a tall and slightly fat boy being reprimanded.

"What do you want me to say about you? You actually got into a fight and stayed in the hospital, and told me that you don't want to study anymore? I worked so hard to make money for you to study, and that's how you treat me?!"

"It's not that I don't want to study anymore, I just want to change schools."

"Why did you change schools? Who beat you? Tell Dad, Dad is going to seek justice for you. Look at you! I'm really mad at you. If your class teacher hadn't called me to tell me about it, Are you going to hide it from me forever! Huh?"

The boy looked distressed, and it took him a long time to say: "Dad, this is outside, don't keep talking here, let's talk about what you have at home."

"Why don't we talk about it when we go home? Look at you bastard, if your classmate beats you, can you let him beat you?" The middle-aged man slapped him a few times.

Li Congyan did not speak.

He really stood there and let himself be beaten, because he couldn't beat the opponent at all.

And he couldn't refute the other party's reason for beating him.

"I'll go to your school tomorrow! Don't even think about transferring!" Father Li snapped.

"Dad." Li Cong said anxiously: "Don't go, it's my problem, the other party beat me because I did something bad. And I've recovered now, I just don't want to go to that school anymore, I want to go to the place where you work, and I'm always alone here, so it's better to be in the same place as you and Dad."

Father Li didn't listen at all, and dragged Li Congyan to the front: "What did you do wrong and the other party beat you to death? No, I must find him and ask him why he bullied my son and didn't give me the money." Apologize, son?"

"Please Dad, please stop making trouble. And you can't ask any more questions. He has already transferred to another school...Dad, why are you so annoying? I don't think there is anything wrong. You are still talking here."

"Do you know him?" Lu Yu asked quietly.

What Er Dan said before quickly came to mind, Song Mian stared at the wound on Li Congyan's face, and shook his head: "I don't know, I just saw it in a mobile phone store before."

Er Dan said that the fat man who was beaten and hospitalized by Zhang Zhicheng should be the person in front of him.

Why did Zhang Zhicheng beat this person?And it was not light.

"I'll ask you what's the matter? He dropped your phone too, right? Did he compensate you?"

"I don't want to talk about shameful things! Anyway, I was wrong!"

The two of them quarreled over there, and finally left while arguing.

Song Mian thought for a while, took out her mobile phone and sent Zhang Zhicheng an inquiry message.

*

Monday was cloudy.

When Song Mian woke up, her body was hot and her brain hurt, as if ten thousand ants were crawling around inside.

He propped himself up on the bed and went to wash his hands. When he left the room, his steps were all in vain.

Song's father and Song's mother went to the company early in the morning, they were so busy that Song Mian rarely saw them, and it was the same today, only Aunt Dong was busy in the living room.

"Young Master, why is your complexion so bad?" When she looked up and saw Song Mian's pale and weak appearance, Aunt Dong was startled, and hurried over to touch Song Mian's forehead, "Oh, it's so hot, it must be a fever!"

Lu Yu, who was about to go for a run, frowned when he heard this, picked up the thermometer and went to Song Mian's side to measure it.

Nearly forty degrees, high fever.

Song Mian had no strength or energy, and his whole body was limp, allowing Lu Yu to help him to sit on the sofa.

Lu Yu said, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"I won't go to the hospital." The word hospital made Song Mian immediately grab Lu Yu's arm, shook his head, and resisted very much: "Just take some medicine, it's troublesome to go to the hospital, I won't go."

Lu Yu didn't say anything more, and directly called the private doctor who often came to Song's house for consultation, told him the general situation, and asked him to come over quickly.

Song Mian heard Lu Yu's voice dimly in his ears, but couldn't hear what he said clearly, so he just opened his eyes to see him on the phone, and suddenly smiled: "Lu Yu, why do you know me so well? You Did you know me before?"

Song Mian didn't know what he was talking about, he had a headache and it was difficult to breathe, he struggled to sit up, but just as he sat up straight, his eyes flickered, and he turned to the side all of a sudden.

Lu Yu hugged him quickly, sat down beside him, and let him lie in his arms.

Song Mian struggled a few times, and when she found that she couldn't get up, she stopped struggling, and just let herself lie in Lu Yu's arms.

The familiar smell made him relax, and the brows that had been tightly frowned because of the headache also eased. Song Mian rubbed against Lu Yu, grabbed Lu Yu's clothes tightly, and subconsciously murmured: "Lu Yu, you It smells so good, why do you smell so good?"

He closed his eyes and fell asleep in Lu Yu's arms.

In a trance, it seemed that someone touched his head, kissed his lips tenderly, and said to him in a doting voice: "Hey, I'm here, Mianmian is not afraid."

who is it……

Eyelids were heavy, Song Mian found that he couldn't open his eyes, coupled with his confusion, he soon fell into a deep sleep again,

Aunt Dong was very nervous: "This young master has a fever and is unconscious. Is it really okay not to go to the hospital?"

"I've already called the doctor." Lu Yu lowered his eyes and brushed away the hair covering Song Mian's face.

His eyelashes were long, his lips were bloodless, and his cheeks were pale with an abnormal flush.

Lu Yu asked Aunt Dong to take an ice cube, wrapped it in a towel, and placed it on Song Mian's forehead.

"Ice." Even through the towel, it was still cold, Song Mian's eyelashes trembled, she pushed Lu Yu's hand away, and whispered, "It's so cold."

"It will be more comfortable when you put it on." Lu Yu said in a low voice.

Seemingly recognizing his voice, Song Mian didn't move, and lay there obediently.

The doctor rushed over quickly, gave Song Mian an injection, prescribed medicine, gave some instructions and left.

Lu Yu called Lao Zhao and asked for leave.

"Ill? Is it serious? Where do you live? I'll go and see."

"Fortunately, don't bother, the injection is already in progress. I'm taking care of him, so I'm going to ask for leave too."

"You really need someone to take care of you, so take good care of him." Lao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "Let him pay more attention, and come back to class after he recovers."

Lu Yu said "OK".

*

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Song Mian opened his eyes.

His vision was very blurred, and it took him a while to see clearly. When he turned his head, he saw Lu Yu sitting on the chair by the bed, reading a book.

"The Little Fox and the Little Monk" is a book that Song Mian borrowed from the library. He has finished reading it and hasn't returned it yet.

"Lu Yu..." Song Mian said softly, her throat was very dry due to the fever.

Lu Yu quickly put down the book, helped him up, and handed him a glass of warm water.

After he finished drinking, he poured another glass. Song Mian just didn't drink enough, and immediately gulped down the second glass of water.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Song Mian said "um", and lay down again, her voice was soft: "It still hurts."

With his finger on his temple, Lu Yu leaned down slightly, "Let me rub it for you."

A gentle voice rang in his ears. If it was normal, Song Mian would have avoided it in shame, but at this moment he had no strength or energy to do so.

He just looked at Lu Yu's face in a daze for a long time, said "thank you", and slowly closed his eyes.

Lu Yu's movements were very gentle, and Song Mian's headache disappeared after a while and fell asleep again.

The person on the bed finally stopped frowning, Lu Yu withdrew his hand, changed the medicine and sat on the side, watching Song Mian quietly, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Aunt Dong came in and seeing him staring at Song Mian, she couldn't help coughing: "Master, the meal is ready, do you want to ask the young master to get up and eat?"

"Let him sleep for a while longer." Lu Yu looked away, got up and left the room.

Song Mian slept until two o'clock in the afternoon. When she woke up, she felt much better, her head didn't hurt, and her body didn't feel hot anymore.

He sat on the bed, rubbed his hair, and looked confused for a moment. It wasn't until Lu Yu appeared in his sight that he regained his composure and remembered what happened before.

"Thank you, Lu Yu."

"Wash up and go eat." Just after finishing the last page, Lu Yu closed the "Little Fox and the Little Monk" and put it back in its original place, then turned to Song Mian and said.

Song Mian slowly got up from the bed.

He slept for too long, and his legs were a little soft. When he got out of bed and walked, he just stepped out of his foot, and he lost his footing and fell to the ground.

He was dumbfounded for two seconds, blushed when Lu Yu smiled and reached out to him, put his hand on Lu Yu's, and stood up.

*

Lu Yu asked for a three-day leave, but Song Mian had almost recovered the next day. It was too boring to stay at home, so he returned to school with Lu Yu.

Stepping into April, the temperature gradually increased. Song Mian was no longer wearing a coat, and her fair skin seemed to glow under the sun, which attracted many people around to look sideways.

After seeing Song Mian's face clearly, everyone had different expressions, and some girls who had no feelings for him saw how white he was, secretly took pictures and posted them on the forum screaming.

Not long after, the post titled "I just want to know who can get past the two of them" was pinned to the top, and there were dozens of replies within a minute. The main building inside was a photo of Song Mian and Lu Yu standing together.

Song Mian didn't know about the posting on the forum. When he walked into the classroom, everyone crowded up to express their condolences, and many people prepared medicine for him.

Song Mian thanked each one with a smile.

At the back of the classroom are a few new certificates, which they got in this sports meeting.

Jiang Yilei said: "The group of people in the third class will be rampant, and there is only one award at the end, and we have six! Can they compare!"

He took the trumpet that Xiao Xiao got from him, and wanted to make fun of the third class in class, so Old Zhao walked in.

"Be quiet." Old Zhao patted the table, "The new classmate is here, everyone welcome."

The boy standing on the stage was rather shy. He bowed his head in embarrassment when everyone was watching him, but his voice was unambiguous: "Hi everyone, my name is Zhang Cancan, and I was transferred from class three."

The warm applause stopped when he heard the word "Class Three". Zhang Cancan raised his head, somewhat puzzled, "Everyone..."

"It's okay. It's just that most of our class can only go in and out, so this table and chair are not available. You and the monitor can move a table and chair." Old Zhao smiled.

Xiao Xiao stood up and took him to move the tables and chairs.

After Zhang Cancan left, Class Nine started various discussions.

"Teacher, I remember that Zhang Cancan from Class [-] has good grades, why did he suddenly come to our class?"

"The whole class is at the bottom of the monthly exam this time. No one knows what happened to him. He didn't perform well." Old Zhao waved his hand, "Don't bully him just because he is in class three."

"That's definitely not the case. As long as he doesn't mess with himself, everyone will be fine. Old Zhao, don't you understand us after being together for so long!"

It wasn't long before I re-watched the plot, so Song Mian immediately remembered Zhang Cancan.

In the original novel, the person who slapped Song Mian in the face with Lu Yu was the culprit who caused Song Mian to leave the Song family and disappear completely on a rainy night.

Afterwards, the Song family sent many people to search, but they couldn't find it. In the end, the author wrote that Song Mian seemed to be dead, but no one knew whether he was dead or not. Although the police kept searching, there was still no clue.

This person actually showed up so early.

Now that most of the plot of the novel is messed up, will his so-called missing ending happen?

Song Mian frowned.

"No way?" Lu Yu turned his head and looked at him for a long time, seeing that he didn't notice his gaze, he said softly.

His thoughts were scattered all of a sudden, Song Mian came back to his senses, no longer worrying about what had happened, and said with a smile, "I'm not sure about one question... I should say I'm not sure. Please help me to see, is this step correct?"

Lu Yu took a look, found Song Mian's problem, and explained it to him carefully.

Song Mian listened very carefully, and continued to do her homework after understanding, putting those random thoughts aside.

Zhang Cancan quickly returned with the table and chairs, and sat behind Lu Yu and Song Mian.

He ignored Song Mian and just greeted Lu Yu.

It turned out that Zhang Cancan never said a word to Song Mian when he was in the third class, treating Song Mian as a transparent person.

But he likes to curry favor with people, and he often curry favor with the people of the third class. In the text, he just likes to pretend, and he likes to curry favor with people.

Lu Yu ignored him, and Zhang Cancan was not embarrassed, and started to organize his things.

"Do you have a pen, Lu Yu, can you lend me a pen?" Zhang Cancan said to Lu Yu with a smile when he realized that the pen was gone.

"There is nothing redundant." Lu Yu said lightly.

"Okay." Zhang Cancan pursed his lips, his eyes fell on Song Mian, "Song Mian, do you have any?"

Song Mian shook her head, the pen in his hand was given to him by Lu Yu in the last exam.

But Zhang Cancan reminded Song Mian that it was time to buy a pen.

"I don't believe you only have a pen." Zhang Cancan pouted, and changed his mind when he thought of something: "Oh, I forgot, you don't like studying, so a pen is fine. Forget it, I didn't have any hope for you. Xiaoxiao, yes A pen? Lend me one."

His voice was not low, most people around could hear his attitude towards Song Mian, the classroom was very quiet for a while.

Xiao Xiao didn't give him a pen, but gave him a warning with a loudspeaker: "Zhang Cancan, you come to our Class Nine, and I will explain to you some things about Class Nine. In our Class Nine, we should love each other with our classmates , bullying classmates, sneering at classmates and other behaviors are not allowed. We are a big family, do you understand?"

"Fall in love with Song Mian?" Zhang Cancan asked with a strange expression, "Why do you want to fall in love with Song Mian?"

"If you can't accept it, please leave Class Nine." Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes: "Why do you have so many people? I also want to ask why your name is Zhang Cancan."

"It's simple. My dad smiled brilliantly when my mom gave birth to me, so he named me Zhang Cancan." Zhang Cancan laughed.

"Then you should be called Zhang Canlan, not Zhang Cancan." Xiao Xiao didn't smile at him, "I've said everything I need to say. You decide for yourself. If you can't adapt, you can ask Lao Zhao to transfer. Your grades were good before. Go to another class." It is estimated that the class is also very easy."

"I don't want it, I'm in Class Nine." Zhang Cancan raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I apologize to Song Mian. I'm sorry, Song Mian, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that you don't like studying, you shouldn't be careless when you talk, Make people misunderstand that I am laughing at you."

He dragged his voice out for a long time, making the listeners very uncomfortable, Xiao Xiao gave him a glare, and he honestly apologized again.

Song Mian didn't look back, but said two words very flatly: "It's okay."

"Ban Qun give me a break?" After the matter was settled, Zhang Cancan looked at Xiao Xiao.

As soon as Xiao Xiao pulled him in, he posted a link to the forum post and a paragraph.

"Many people in the forum have become fans of Song Mian's beauty. Do you think Song Mian is good-looking? I think he is really white, but his appearance is not as good as what they say."

"Oh, I forgot that you, Song Mian, are also in the group. Don't mind what I say. I didn't say anything bad about you. I just made complaints about you. Don't get angry with me."

other people:"?"

Jiang Yilei: "? Your name is Zhang Cancan, and you look miserable just like your name. Seeing that you are shy, why do you speak in a weird way? Why is there an undercover agent from the third class?"

"I was wrong, I didn't know that you were protecting Song Mian so much, I shouldn't have said that. I can't speak, please forgive me. I apologize to Song Mian @宋翠, I'm sorry, I made a mistake again .Grievance.jpg."

Song Mian's eyelids twitched when she saw this sentence, and she returned to look at Zhang Zhicheng's chat box.

He hasn't received a message reply yet, and his account has been offline. Song Mian wondered if he was busy with something and didn't see the message. He planned to call Zhang Zhicheng after school in the afternoon.

He put the phone in the drawer.

Lu Yu handed him a bottle of milk, Song Mian took it and stuffed a candy into his hand as a small thank you.

Lu Yu spread his palms and couldn't help laughing at the big white rabbit toffee in his hands, then tightened his fingers and hid the candy in his palm.

Song Mian gave him candy.

In the class, Jiang Yilei silenced Zhang Cancan, "The photos are so beautiful, if you can't talk, don't talk. Damn, this photo makes me feel white and ugly even if I am a big man. What kind of eyes do you have?"

The female students in the class made all kinds of lewd-smirking expressions. Jiang Yilei just wanted to laugh, feeling someone was staring at him, turned his head and saw Zhang Cancan looking at him aggrievedly, with an expression as if It's saying, "How can you do this."

Jiang Yilei had goosebumps all over his body, Zhang Cancan was extremely unpleasant to see, but after all Zhang Cancan didn't say anything too much, and kept looking at him with this expression, but finally lifted the ban from the group .

After being free, Zhang Cancan stopped talking nonsense, and just added everyone in the class, except Song Mian.

He applied to leave a message to be cute, and most people agreed, only Jiang Yilei, Xiao Xiao, and Lu Yu did not agree.

After class, Zhang Cancan went to talk to others with a smile on his face, and quickly integrated into them.

Jiang Yilei looked at him even more disliked, the more he looked at him, the more he felt like an undercover agent.

"Song Mian, I was confused before, I'm sorry." Zhang Cancan suddenly sat next to Song Mian, scratched his head, apologetic: "I'm just a lack of brains, I always say some unpleasant things, You really don't mind. That...that is, I don't understand a few questions, and they all say you are very good, can you teach me?"

Song Mian looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

Because he knew the original plot, he knew Zhang Cancan very well, and knew even more that what Zhang Cancan said to him at this moment was all fake.

He is so good at disguising that he probably can't tell which sentence is true and which is false.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhang Cancan blinked, "Is there something on my face?"

Song Mian remained silent.

For some reason, the appearance of Zhang Cancan made him feel a sense of crisis. Even the ending of Song Mian in the novel kept appearing in his mind, as if reminding him that it was time to leave.

"He won't." Lu Yu said coldly, "You can go to the teacher."

"The teacher is too busy, I don't want to disturb." Zhang Cancan pouted.

"Others are busy too." Lu Yu said blankly, "Why don't you say you don't want to disturb others."

"I..." Zhang Cancan was so blocked that he couldn't speak, and it took him a long time to return to his seat with his homework, "I really think Song Mian is very good, so I want him to teach me, if that's the case, forget it, I I won't bother you anymore."

He kept muttering something, but Song Mianquan couldn't hear him.

Song Mian was absent-minded during lunch, and Zhang Cancan always found various reasons to mess around in front of him, and in the end Song Mian couldn't even ignore Zhang Cancan deliberately.

He put down his chopsticks and stared straight at Zhang Cancan the tenth time he came over to find a topic: "What do you want?"

Zhang Cancan was taken aback: "What?"

Song Mian smiled faintly, "What are you trying to do?"

"I want to sit next to you." Zhang Cancan said shyly.

Lu Yu was sitting next to Song Mian, and Li Ke was sitting opposite. If he wanted to sit down, he could only sit next to Li Ke.

Li Ke chuckled, "There is someone sitting next to him. If you want to sit, you can sit next to me. I don't mind."

"I don't want it, you don't mind me." Zhang Cancan blinked, with a hint of coquettishness in his voice.

When Li Ke said this, he clenched his chopsticks tightly, raised his eyebrows, something flashed in his eyes behind the lens, and he said "Oh": "Forget it, you can find another position."

"I have something to tell you, don't you want to hear it?" Zhang Cancan put down the plate, pondered for a moment: "But I really want to tell you, it's something you are interested in, I think you should listen to it."

Song Mian: "Not interested."

"Listen." Zhang Cancan approached Song Mian and quickly whispered something in his ear.

Song Mian's face remained unchanged, as if she didn't hear what he said.

A look of surprise flashed in Zhang Cancan's eyes. Just as he was about to say something else, Lu Yu put it down.