Xueba, he can't like me

Ji Yan lived his whole life again, and got to know his deskmate and roommate again.

How did the lively boy in my impression turn into this awkward cold war man in front of me?

These days, Song Yan always treats Ji Yan with a nose that is not a nose and eyes that are not eyes. He can find a fault in everything he does.

For example, when he was struggling with a math problem, Song Yan suddenly poked him.When he raised his head from the sea of ​​questions, he saw his awkward deskmate saying annoyedly: "Your arm is out of bounds."

Excuseme? ?

Are you a primary school student? ?

How old are you still playing the [-]th line?

Another example is that he can't know a question. He guessed that Song Yan wouldn't be able to do it even if his grades were not good for such a pediatric question. In the end, he gave him a cold look and said, "Are you making fun of me? It's such a simple question." Any fool can do it."

Ji Yan, who really can't do it, is automatically labeled as a fool.

Can't be provoked or can't hide?

At noon, Ji Yan didn't go back to the dormitory to rest at all, and did the questions directly in the classroom.

In order to cope with next year's college entrance examination, he has to work hard now, not to mention a prestigious school, he is content with barely being admitted to the university in his previous life.

After eating, Ji Yan came to the classroom.

Usually at noon, almost all boarding students go back to the dormitory to rest, and a few day students who do not go home will go to the classroom to rest.

When Ji Yan came to the classroom, there was only one teacher.

"Chang Hui? You didn't go back to the dormitory?" Ji Yan sat in front of Chang Hui. In fact, he wanted to sit in Yin Ce's seat even more. He felt a little guilty. It was obviously a normal thing, so he didn't dare to take this step.

Chang Hui didn't even have time to raise his head, and continued to copy the homework in his hand and replied: "This homework will be due in a while, and I haven't written anything yet."

"I said that if you sit with top students, you can't make progress?"

"I'm still a top student, and my homework was harmed by Yin Ce!" Chang Hui threw away the pen and began to complain, "Tell me about him. During the last English class this morning, he suddenly said that there was a chemistry test paper that was missing. Write!"

With a pen in his hand, Ji Yan listened with interest, "And then?"

"Then he searched for 3 minutes and found this chemical test paper that had been crumpled into toilet paper at the bottom of the table." Chang Hui showed him the test paper he was writing.

Ji Yan twitched the corner of his mouth in doubt and said: "This is not a test paper that you crumpled yourself, leave it to Yin Ce."

"Am I that kind of person!!" Chang Hui said excitedly, "I am very kind to my classmate and gave him my flat test paper, and used the crumpled test paper myself. Anyway, my grades are not good, and the teacher doesn't care. Care about me, it doesn't matter how bad the test paper is."

Yin Ce's test paper... Ji Yan raised his body and glanced at the test paper that Chang Hui pressed down under his arm. Chang Hui pressed it so well that he couldn't read it clearly. I can't write as well as him.

"Do you have to talk across the book wall with me?" Chang Hui patted Yin Ce's chair after writing the last word and said, "It's so inconvenient to sit here and talk like that."

Ji Yan didn't move, rested his chin on Chang Hui's pile of books and said, "It's fine for me to sit here."

Chang Hui put away the test papers, knelt on the stool, and leaned on the table. The two of them were very close. He said mysteriously, "Do you have any problems with Yin Ce?"

Ji Yan's heart beat twice, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the question, and he said nonchalantly, "No, why do you think so."

"It feels like you're not friendly to him."

Ji Yan's heart sank, wouldn't Yin Ce feel the same way?

"Actually, I can also understand." Chang Hui snickered, "I didn't like Yin Ce at first, he was a loner, and his grades were not talkative, which always gave people a feeling of being arrogant. It’s so bad that I can’t lift my head up in front of him.”

Ji Yan nodded. If Yin Ce had a playful personality, he would have absolutely no pressure to confess.But Yin Ce is the kind of person who is lonely and gloomy. When someone asked Yin Ce a question in the first year of high school, he explained it once and others didn't understand him, so he stared at him with incredible eyes, as if saying so No matter how hard you listen to simple questions, you still can’t understand them. Your IQ is simply lower than that of a pig.

If I confess myself, I'm afraid he will look at me like trash, and I won't even bother to give him a reply.

Students with good grades must be very displeased with such a superficial person like myself.

Chang Hui changed the subject, "Why did you do so badly in the exam this time, you won't really be broken in love, right?"

"What kind of love..." Ji Yan stood up and picked up the notebook on Chang Hui's desk and said, "Let me have a look, the exam is coming soon, and I can't continue to be at the bottom."

Ji Yan returned to his seat, but Chang Hui followed him and sat beside him.

"Are you relying on me?" Ji Yan moved the stool and silently distanced himself from him.

Chang Hui supported his head with his hands and said, "I think your temperament has changed after coming this semester?"

Ji Yan paused and asked, "What changed?"

"It turns out that you are very similar to Yin Ce..."

"Me?? With Yin Ce??" Ji Yan pointed to himself, "How could I be like him?"

"There is a sense of distance, and I don't look down on anyone. This Song Yan even said that I am Yin Ce's follower. I think he is just like your follower!" Chang Hui remembered the grudge, remembering that he was sitting in Song Yan's seat now , picked up a pen and drew an extremely ugly villain on Song Yan's draft paper.

Sense of distance……

Ji Yan tasted the word in his mouth.

In his previous life, Ji Yan was indeed a handsome guy, to use a word in the entertainment circle, he was wearing the baggage of an idol.The deliberate sense of alienation made his classmates unable to understand his true nature, lest if he was not careful, others would find that he was just an ordinary person with superficial appearance.It's just that his pride was polished off long after he entered the entertainment circle.Seeing my former classmates succeeding in all walks of life, and then looking at myself who has achieved nothing.The sense of being superior to others in high school is ridiculously childish.

"But your servant is throwing a tantrum with you these days?" Chang Hui changed the subject, "What, you want to rise up? Stand up and be your own master?"

"A follower is a friend." Ji Yan waved his hand and said, "Go back to your seat and don't disturb my study."

Chang Hui said in a low voice: "That can't be done, I hope you will continue to be the last one. That's why I want to disturb you."

Ji Yan circled Chang Hui's neck, pinched his fleshy face with the other hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you getting carried away, I'm easy to get along with now, but not easy to bully!"

The two played around, and students came to the classroom one after another. Song Yan never came, and Chang Hui sat in his seat and harassed Ji Yan.

"Chang Hui, where's my test paper?"

Chang Hui turned his head, Yin Ce stood at the side of the table and rummaged through the table, but couldn't find it, and asked in a bad tone.

Ji Yan glanced at Chang Hui unexpectedly and whispered, "Did he eat explosives?"

"I don't know, he's not usually like this..." Chang Hui touched his head, returned to his seat and said, "I'll get it for you."

"Forget it, write a name for me and hand it in."

"Oh oh."

It happened that the class representative was collecting the test papers in front. Chang Hui wrote down his name on the two test papers, ran to the class representative a few steps, handed him the test papers, and winked at Ji Yan on the way back.

Ji Yan shrugged, finally able to read the textbook steadily.

"Crack!" Song Yan threw the book on the table.

Ji Yan rubbed his temples, he was too happy too early.

Song Yan, who was ignored, kicked the stool back heavily, sat down fiercely, and said in the same tone, "Why did you let that bumpkin sit in my seat?"

"Your seat is inlaid with diamonds, can't you sit still?" Ji Yan kept him low for a few days, Song Yan still looked dead, and he couldn't help playing petty temper, "If you have something to say, don't worry about it Who are you calling a bumpkin with yin and yang? "

After being attacked by Ji Yan, Song Yan's aura weakened. He glanced at a very ugly villain painted on the table and said, "Who drew this."

"Chang Hui, it's draft paper anyway, if you draw it, just draw it."

Song Yan stared fixedly at Chang Hui's masterpiece, and secretly glanced at Ji Yan who was endorsing the book. Seeing that he didn't pay attention to this side, he carefully tore off the painting, folded it in half and put it in the notebook.