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After that night, the little girl didn't go online again, maybe the midterm exam was about to come, and the top five elementary school bullies had to study hard.Zhong Xincheng is immersed in all kinds of midterm assignments and papers. He goes back and forth between dormitories, classrooms, and the library at three o'clock every day, and the live broadcast time is much less.

A week passed quickly, Zhong Xincheng, who stayed in bed on Saturday, sat up groggy, staring at the bombarding news on his phone in a daze.

"Xincheng, gather at the north gate at five o'clock in the evening, and our department will have dinner together. Don't! Forget! Forget! Good junior brother (love)."

The message from Liang Tingting showed that it was delivered at [-]:[-] in the morning. Zhong Xincheng sighed and replied "OK".

In all fairness, he doesn't like socializing: Xu Shi's natural personality is cold and cold, giving people an inexplicable sense of distance.

Many people have told him: Xincheng, you are an excellent child, as long as you have a more cheerful personality.

Zhong Xincheng's mood suddenly became depressed, he was the only sober person in the dormitory.Nothing can wake up a contemporary male college student who is bedridden after playing games all night. Daan's snoring is deafening and shatters the tranquility.The thick dark yellow curtains beside the windows of the dormitory filtered the sunlight, and the morning light shone in through the tiny gaps, selflessly falling on Zhong Xincheng's face, reflecting the color of amber in the dark pupils.

Zhong Xincheng sat on the bed for a while, and suddenly thought of Yan Shu who only met once in the office.

Will he come?

The dinner party in the school's student union office was chosen in an elegantly decorated western restaurant next to the school. Ten members and seven ministers sat together, chatting about the latest situation while eating.The senior brothers and sisters are as enthusiastic as their own sons and daughters, asking for their relatives and asking about their health, just short of checking their household registration.Zhong Xincheng looked at the spaghetti steak on the table and couldn't eat it, so he shook his wrist and hooked a fork to pick out fruit salad to eat.

The sticky salad dressing mixed with the fragrance of orange entered the mouth, Zhong Xincheng listened silently to the chatting of his peers.

Freshman freshmen cover a wide range of topics: school, dormitory, teachers, study, love... When Zhong Xincheng is asked, he will answer seriously, and will not participate in the chat if no one asks, but there will always be someone who asks something else.

"Xincheng, what do you think of the girls in our school?" A classmate put down the knife and fork in his hand, patted Zhong Xincheng on the shoulder and said.

The piano music in the restaurant happened to change at this time, and the brief silence made the laughter of the crowd more obvious. Zhong Xincheng sat honestly at the corner of the long table, and under the gaze of everyone, he replied: "Everything is fine."

"Your answer is too official, no." A sophomore senior sister said.

Zhong Xincheng raised his eyes and vaguely remembered the name of that senior sister: Wang Xiangru.

"That's right, do you know the slogan that our office puts on when we recruit new students: Enter the school council office, all staff leave the order, and assign objects!" Song Chenjie, who was in charge of recruiting, hurriedly swallowed the pizza in his mouth and said loudly.

"So what about a good distribution? Less than half of the department's dismissal rate, the entire school council is the worst in our office." Liang Tingting beat her chest and patted the table to accuse such fraudulent behavior.

"Tingting, why are you in a hurry, I think Senior Brother Yan is very interesting to you." Wang Xiangru put her elbows on the table, she smiled mysteriously, her eyes were ambiguous and playful.

Liang Tingting blushed, and the usually eloquent girl was suddenly speechless. She stammered and explained: "Don't be kidding, Chairman Yan and I are fellow villagers, nothing else."

"Senior Sister, tears are streaming down my face when I see fellow villagers, maybe there is a chance?" A girl of the same level next to Zhong Xincheng said, with a gossip expression on her face.

Zhong Xincheng silently lowered his head and drank scented tea, holding a rose petal in his mouth.

"Speaking of which, senior brother Yan Shu is coming today?" Song Chenjie suddenly remembered this while eating. He told Yan Shu when they had a dinner and booked a hotel. The chairman didn't say whether he would come or not, but he was leaving A list of dinner parties.

"He said he'll take a look when the time comes." Liang Tingting said uncertainly, she lowered her head to look for her phone in her bag, and the metal chain rattled.

Zhong Xincheng paused holding the teacup, and crushed the softened petals. The reddish surface of the water reflected the contours of his face. movement.

Liang Tingting was sending a message to Yan Shu, pressing her fingertips on the simulated mechanical keyboard, and there was a crisp typing sound. The senior brothers and sisters in the sophomore year were lying beside her gossipingly watching Yan Shu's reply, and the freshmen who didn't know why were whispering and discussing this. Who is the brother.

Only Zhong Xincheng didn't seem to care, and continued to drink tea on his own.

As the night falls and the lights come on, the dark blue sky retains the brilliance of the day, which will be swallowed up by the night in a few minutes. Zhong Xincheng can see the street lamps shining warmly and the red slogan of a harmonious society below when he turns his head.Opposite the endlessly flowing street was a traffic light, and hurried pedestrians crossed the road, Zhong Xincheng aimlessly glanced at them one by one, and then froze at a certain moment.

In the vast sea of ​​people, there is always a figure who can break through the dust and noise and fall in front of you.

The man was wearing a silver-gray ultra-thin baseball uniform with a luxury brand's LOGO printed on both sides of the sleeves, and slim-fit sweatpants that accentuated the youth's figure. He stood at a crossroads waiting for a red light, looking down at his phone to reply to messages.

Less than a hundred meters away, neon lights and night shadows were blocked by a narrow piece of floor-to-ceiling glass. Zhong Xincheng leaned on his chin and silently looked at the figure of the man under the window, with loose hair hanging over his eyebrows and eyes.

"Brother said he was coming soon and was waiting for the traffic light. I told him we were at the table by the window." When Liang Tingting's voice came, Zhong Xincheng's heart skipped a beat.

On the other side of the street, the man put away his mobile phone, and the red light was not over yet, but he raised his head and looked up.

Delicate bouquets are placed in delicate vases, and the conversation in the restaurant is long gone.Zhong Xincheng looked at the man in a state of bewilderment, his two gazes facing each other in the air, never blocked by passing vehicles.

A moment is a lifetime.

Yan Shu is more handsome and sunny than what Zhong Xincheng saw a few days ago. The legendary devil is clearly a street model.He opened his legs and walked towards the main entrance of the restaurant, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up with a smile, showing a chic and ruffian air.

Not long after, Yan Shu appeared at the corner of the restaurant.

"You guys are not good at fighting." Yan Shu stood at the end of the table like a leader inspecting, his eyes swept over the dishes on the table, the steaks and pizzas piled up one after another were not aesthetically pleasing, the pasta and borscht were basically untouched, even more so Not to mention the several pots of scented tea placed next to it. "If you don't have a date, don't pay attention to your image. The meal will be reimbursed by the Ministry."

With one knife piercing the hearts of the majority of single dogs, Song Chenjie and Liang Tingting began to complain about the verbal whiplash of a bad boss: "We will have a partner soon!" "We will have a 100% divorce rate this year!"

"Oh, 100%." ​​Yan Shu glanced at Liang Tingting and smiled inexplicably.

"Where is there a seat? I'll have a meal." Yan Shu's words seemed to be a question, but in fact he had already identified his target. He looked at the seat layout in front of him and found that there was only a seat next to Zhong Xincheng.

"There are seats over at Xincheng." Liang Tingting reminded.

Zhong Xincheng couldn't hold the scented teacup anymore, he lowered his head and pretended to eat, but it was difficult to pretend to ignore Liang Tingting's name when he was called by his name.He pursed his lips, and just as he was about to turn his head, he was pressed back by a warm palm.

"Xincheng, do you mind if I sit next to you?"

The conversation in the department is still going on, and the other side of the distant dining table seems to be talking about interesting campus gossip, and a few girls secretly look at Yan Shu in the chat.In the blind spot blocked by pots and vases, Yan Shu could only be seen bending down and saying something to Zhong Xincheng.

Warm breath flowed in the ears, and the silver-gray baseball uniform fabric he had seen just now rubbed against Zhong Xincheng's arms with some warmth from the night. He keenly heard the sound of chair legs sliding on the wooden floor, which was heavy and dull.

"Please sit down."

Zhong Xincheng said in a muffled voice, not daring to look at Yan Shu at all.