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According to common sense, when two men shake hands, how can there be an atmosphere that the combination of the mountains and the sky and the earth dare to break with the king?

Zhong Xincheng couldn't figure it out, but the culprit was natural and serious. His seriousness was like a knife hanging over Zhong Xincheng's head, making him withdraw his tentacles of thoughts trying to get out of the wall at all times.

"Will Xincheng have classes soon?" Yan Shu asked standing beside him after explaining the report.

"No." Zhong Xincheng shook his head.

His cell phone vibrated untimely, and it rang several times in succession, Yan Shu turned his eyes away knowingly, giving Zhong Xincheng a chance to reply to a WeChat message.

"I can't do it anymore, I have to find foreign aid."

"Blue Moon's homework is too difficult, every word is the groan of my hair!"

The smell of gunpowder in Da'an's words climbed up along the network signal, and he was so excited that he wanted to light up the office.Zhong Xincheng looked up at Yan Shu who was standing drinking water, and suddenly remembered what Liang Tingting said at the department dinner.

Yan Shu, he should have taken this class.

that……

"What are you looking at? Do you want to drink too?" Yan Shu turned his head, perfectly caught the kid who was trying to hide the peeping, and raised the cup in his hand with a smile.

Don't want to, don't want to, just savor it carefully.

"Brother, do you have class later?" Zhong Xincheng shook his head and asked softly.

"Of course, Xincheng...is there anything I can help you with?" Yan Shu put down the cup and leaned against the corner of the table.He squinted his eyes inquiringly, and guessed based on Zhong Xincheng's seemingly non-existent attitude.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Zhong Xincheng tightened his grip on the mouse. He thought that Yan Shu would cooperate with him to come up with a few courtesies first, and then slowly speak out the request when he was ready.But this person didn't play cards according to common sense, and he was the king of the game at the beginning.

"Well, it's Lan Yueliang's practice report...not very good at writing."

Zhong Xincheng's eyes wandered wildly, swimming across the table and then on his toes, wandering around as if he was drunk, and finally landed on Yan Shu.

"Then as a reward, Xincheng will accompany me to do the show."

Yan Shu leaned down suddenly, with his right hand resting on Zhong Xincheng's shoulder, his fingertips brushed the back of the child's neck inadvertently, and when they met each other's shadows.Zhong Xincheng's expression was blank, as if he was at a loss for the sharply shortened distance.

The sun was too blazing, burning the sight that was as plain as water.

"If you're here, I won't be nervous." Yan Shu said with a smile.

Stumbling all the way across the campus to the practice building, bypassing the spiral staircase to reach classroom 0302 on the third floor, sitting down in the overcrowded lecture hall, holding his clothes and schoolbag, Zhong Xincheng found his sanity in the noisy classroom .

It's just that Yan Shu shamelessly rested his head on the child's shoulder to read the phone files, and nicknamed it: I'm nervous.

You are nervous, why are you sleeping on me?If you have the guts to go out for a couple of laps and come back.

"Xincheng, you're so skinny." Yan Shu's voice was muffled, he looked at the 30-page ppt on his phone, and said, "It's uncomfortable to use as a pillow."

Zhong Xincheng silently rolled his eyes where Yan Shu couldn't see, and squeezed the hand holding the schoolbag hard, his knuckles turned white.

"Come closer, huh." Yan Shu's tone seemed to be directing a group of chickens and ducklings, kindly watching the yellow-haired little balls running over, and then glaring at Zhong Xincheng with the same kind eyes.

"Brother, are you sleepy?" Zhong Xincheng asked in a low voice.

The large lecture hall can accommodate 200 people, and the wooden stepped seats make it easy for students to be seen by people around them no matter where they sit.Yan Shu's class was an end-of-class presentation, and there were surprisingly many people.

Ambiguous or probing eyes fell on Zhong Xincheng and Yan Shu, the seniors had a thick skin, but the newcomers were burned hot all over.

"Not sleepy." Yan Shu replied confidently, "Do you know that nervousness is contagious."

Zhong Xincheng didn't understand Yan Shu's words, but only caught the cunning hidden in the words.

"I am infecting you at close range."

Zhong Xincheng: ...

The cruel and cold-hearted kid put on a straight face, and in the end he was reluctant to push the fluffy dog's head off the cliff.

It doesn't matter, the demon will come and collect it.

"Just kidding." Yan Shu straightened up, pinched Zhong Xincheng's face, and ordered: "Xincheng, give me the tablet in my bag."

The temperature in the lecture theater was high, so it was just right to wear a shirt, but Yan Shu had brought a thin coat, which was placed on Zhong Xincheng's lap with his bag at this time.

Zhong Xincheng obediently held the tablet for Yan Shu. The three scoring teachers in front of the stage had just sat down, and the classroom became much quieter.

Maybe it was about to start, even Yan Shu had to make final preparations.

In all fairness, Yan Shu is handsome.Putting away the beating and teasing expression, that exquisite face has the outline of an academic elite campus male god, so that Zhong Xincheng had to focus on him.

They sat in the sunny place, the spirit of youth shining brightly.

Yan Shu checked the ppt one last time, straightened out the speech ideas and the final draft, and drew the electronic pen on the screen.When she lowered her eyebrows and eyes, she was serious and clear, and the smile on her lips disappeared after she paid attention, showing some traces of indifference for no reason.

Zhong Xincheng sat next to Yan Shu bored, the young man's slanted back was smooth and natural, he had to look at Yan Shu from time to time, and soon engraved the attitudes of the people around him in his heart.

Years later, he would still sit in the lecture hall and wait in line to give a speech. The students in the classroom had changed to new ones, pretending to be familiar with them under the name of senior brother.

At that time, there may be no one around to accompany you, or there may be. It may be a normal scene today, but people may not be the same.

Yan Shu.

Yan Shu...

Zhong Xincheng lowered his eyes, and suddenly said: "Senior brother."

The tone of his call was soft, and it was rare to strip off the additional feeling of coldness.

"What's wrong?" Yan Shu looked over, with some doubts in his eyes.

"Come on for the speech." Zhong Xincheng rarely looked at him with serious eyes, so that Yan Shu was a little taken aback.

What is it about this kindness that is full of sparkling eyes and full of kindness from the old mother sending her son to Beijing to take the exam, which lasts for generations of honor from the ancestors?

What is it that makes Zhong Xincheng have a mother fan halo towards him?

Yan Shu raised his lips, put down his pen, approached Zhong Xincheng and said, "Xincheng, there is a saying in our hometown that if a person is nervous on stage, he should find a friend to shake hands, and he will be fine after a while."

"You, would you like to let me hold it?"

Just imagine, a boyfriend (crossed out) a male friend, trembling and incoherent before going on stage, Parkinson's hand trembling so much better than the cafeteria aunt, how could he bear to refuse his request under such circumstances?

Zhong Xincheng's righteousness sublimated his soul to a new level in vain, with a cold expression on his face, a look of "okay, I'll follow you anyway, my love is boundless", and slowly and with human brilliance, he took the initiative to hold Yan Shu's hand.

The child's fingertips were cold, and they became hot after holding Yan Shu's hand.He lowered his head and stared at the clasped palms for a few seconds, and suddenly heard the girls behind him laughing ambiguously.

The geese, geese, and groundhogs were mixed together, and they were sneaking around.

When five seconds were up, Zhong Xincheng moved his fingers, but was squeezed tightly by Yan Shu again.

"The time is too short, and the magic power is not enough." Yan Shu whispered, lying seriously.

So this grip lasted for 5 minutes.

When they parted, Zhong Xincheng stared at the arrogant Yan Shu who could blow up the podium with a backhand, walking out of Lao Tzu's heroic pace, and slowly retracted his hands into his sleeves.

Sure enough, magic can only be defeated with magic.

That day, Yan Shu was wearing a formal white shirt, the logo emblem on the chest was sewn with gold thread, suit pants and leather shoes lined his whole body with the temperament of a social elite, and his maturity increased by a notch.

The projection of the display stand casts a bluish light, like dyeing the white clothes with flowing colors.

Standing in the center of the booth, he is the focus of the world.

RP's standard pronunciation and logical delivery attract interest and attention.His movements are natural and calm when walking, and his unique speech style is witty and humorous, just like Yan Shu's own personality.

When he talks about interesting points, he will add some tone words to adjust the atmosphere, and the smile on his lips comes from the ease brought by his ability.He leaned against the podium, and the latest ppt page only had a clean and clear logic analysis diagram.

Zhong Xincheng knew that no one could take their eyes off Yan Shu.He is like the sun, attracting all the planets in the solar system—including Zhong Xincheng himself.

A talented young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, he is outstanding in his open-minded and independent personality.

Everyone will be impressed by the excellence, right?

Zhong Xincheng thought.

.........

The time for the speech and the time for their handshake were different, breaking apart and crushing the mysterious magic, when the time was running out, Yan Shu just said the final concluding remarks:

"Thank you for your attention."

Like a peacock returning from victory, he cocked his buttocks and blew up the brightest hair, twisting it into a large colorful fan barrier, wishing to fly directly from the podium to the back seat with his legs.However, there were still comments and questions from the teacher. He stood respectfully in the center and glanced at Zhong Xincheng disobediently.

Flower peacock, raise your neck!

Flower Peacock, locked!

Flower Peacock, it's opening!

For some reason, three outbursts of anger suddenly appeared in Zhong Xincheng's mind. He blinked and saw Yan Shu raise his head to him with a breezy face, and his heart was lightly brushed.

He turned his eyes away, but his ears were filled with Yan Shu's voice.

The plan to assassinate the microphone and speakers in the lecture theater is taking shape in the heart of the child surnamed Zhong.

Yan Shu finally broke through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and walked over several steps to return to Zhong Xincheng.He sat down and slumped on the child, saying righteously that he was exhausted, and by the way, used the half-truth and half-false personal experience he made up and combined with the facts to frighten the child for a while.

Fortunately, Zhong Xincheng's expression management is in place, there is nothing other than the deep-buried stunned and superficial calm.

It’s just that it’s so heavy that it’s a big lump when it collapses.

After dawdling for a long time, they escaped from the overcrowded classroom.

"Do you have any clue about Blue Moon's report?" Yan Shu zipped up his backpack and led Zhong Xincheng to the library.

"A little bit, but it's complicated." Zhong Xincheng said truthfully.

"Okay, first go to the library to find some materials." Yan Shu said with a smile.

Zhong Xincheng followed Yan Shu forward, and within a few steps, he received a WeChat message.

Opened it and saw that it was from Liang Tingting.

"The lecture hall you went to with your brother?!!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, wait online!!"

Zhong Xincheng looked at Yan Shu who was teasing wild cats by the flower bed in front of him in confusion, and replied briefly: "Yes."

【The other party is typing...】

It should be fine, can't you just sit in on the report?Zhong Xincheng frowned, he thought.

"What did he do to you?"

Seeing this, Zhong Xincheng always felt that something was weird.

What can Yan Shu do with him?Can't do anything.

"nothing."

It's nothing, it's really nothing, at most I witnessed the peacock under the flower blooming.

"?! I'm confused, so why did you two hold hands and still interlock your fingers??"

Ah... What happened to Senior Sister Tingting?

Zhong Xincheng looked at Liang Tingting's latest reply, and tentatively typed again: "Brother said he was nervous."

The brother said that he was nervous and needed to shake hands.

【The other party is typing...】

【School Office Sophomore Liang Tingting】

【The other party is typing...】

【School Office Sophomore Liang Tingting】

【The other party is typing...】

【School Office Sophomore Liang Tingting】

【The other party is typing...】

Are you still talking? !

Zhong Xincheng was impatient with the switching signs, he frowned and wanted to send a message to ask for clarification, but suddenly he heard Yan Shu call him.

"Xincheng, let's go."

Under the sun, Yan Shu squatted on the ground with his elbows resting on his legs, showing a beautiful arc of his arms.The cat in front of him squatted on the ground looking at him, and he turned his head to look at Zhong Xincheng.

One big and one small, all with sparkling eyes.

hum-

The phone vibrated, Zhong Xincheng looked down, the new news was shining brightly.

"A Guochuang used to play games and dance square dances in Internet cafes before his defense. How can he write if he is nervous?"

Zhong Xincheng looked up again, Yan Shu was still smiling.

The rising sympathy was a damned mispayment after all.