After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

"Transfer student?"

Cen Nian walked into the classroom with a yawn, threw his schoolbag on the seat and got down on the ground.

He went to school early and skipped a grade. He was two years younger than everyone around him, and he was naturally delicate. When he was not talking, he looked like a junior high school student who mistakenly wore his brother's school uniform.

But no one can take him as a middle school student.

"Yes," Wei Yan sat in front of him, turned around and handed him the homework, and snatched the cigarette from the child's hand, "I just came this semester, and I heard that my grades are good."

"Oh." Cen Nian absent-mindedly replied, lying down to copy homework.

"Don't bring any more," Wei Yan opened the window to disperse the smell of cigarettes, threatening like an old lady, "You don't know how to smoke, why are you being handsome?"

The morning self-study is about to start, and the students with breakfast come in one after another, and no one greets them.

In the early morning light, Cen Nian muttered:

"Who is so handsome?"

"Even if you make a big disaster and call your parents, Mrs. Cen won't come." Wei Yan was still angry and couldn't help but add.

Cen Nian paused for a moment with the hand holding the ballpoint pen, and continued writing after a while, ignoring him.

I had a lot of homework yesterday, and I didn't finish copying until the morning self-study started.

Cen Nian threw his homework on Jiang Xu's seat and got down on the ground to catch up on sleep.But this time I didn't sleep well, the whole class was very noisy, sometimes the boys were discussing the World Cup, and sometimes the girls were talking about handsome guy XX, making people dizzy.

Suddenly, the pause button was pressed for that burst of noise, and the boiling water suddenly froze.

"Hi everyone, my name is Fu Ran."

seven words.

Like a jade stone warmed by a fire falling to the ground, it is mild and harmless on the outside, but cold enough on the inside.

But it sounds good.

very nice to hear.

Cen Nian went through these seven words in his head, his whole mind quieted down, and his drowsiness faded away.

He opened his eyes and looked up.

The 1.8 meter tall boy smiled decently and politely, just like his black eyes and voice, he was cool.

... very handsome.

Every inch of this person's facial features and figure was shaped according to Cen Nian's favorite shape.Cen Nian watched and couldn't help but whistle in his heart.

While Cen Nian was looking at him, that Fu or something happened to be looking at him.

The two stared at each other for two seconds.

Fu Ran was startled.

Cen Nian didn't shy away from it, leaned back and looked him straight.After a while, he smiled, put his two fingers together in front of his eyebrows, and gave a casual American military salute.

"Well, Student Fu is new here," the homeroom teacher pushed his glasses and said flatly, "Everyone take care of it. Alright, Student Fu, why don't you just sit down..."

"Sit here."

Cen Nian interrupted.

He kicked the empty seat beside him, ignoring the surprised stares of the whole class, and after saying this, he bowed his head and continued to copy another homework.

After that day, everyone thought that Cen Nian was going to do something big.

After all, this guy looks cute and harmless, and the school rules are so long, there is almost nothing he hasn't violated.However, for the next month or so, he really just let the transfer student sit next to him, and did nothing else.

That is... Occasionally bring him meals at the same table, and give him some food during the holidays, and the two of them occasionally go to play basketball together.

It was peaceful and nothing happened.

Fu Ran looked at everyone with a three-point smile. At first, everyone thought he was easy to get along with, and many girls even stuffed love letters into his drawers.Later, everyone soon discovered that this person only looked gentle on the surface, but in fact he was indifferent to everyone. After looking around, it turned out that the person with the best relationship was his deskmate.

But Cen Nian and Wei Yan have been playing together since they were young, and of course they are closer than him and Fu Ran. Fu Ran is alone most of the time.

"I'm skipping class in the afternoon," Cen Nian stuffed the things on the desk into his bag indiscriminately without looking up, "Can you bring me something?"

Fu Ran paused for a moment, and instead of answering, asked another question:

"you alone?"

"How is it possible?" Cen Nian said casually, "I'm not an adult, how can I enter an Internet cafe by myself?"

Wei Yan studied late and was an adult at this time.

Beads of sweat were dripping from the tip of the boy's nose, he lowered his head and looked in his schoolbag, the curve from his chin to his neck was beautiful.Cen Nian flipped through it for a while, found a paper and threw it to Fu Ran, and smiled:

"Copy it for me? You will imitate my handwriting."

"Ah."

Fu Ran looked at the paper.

A blank homework roll with a name written on it.It's not Cen Nian's name, it's 'Wei Yan'.

It should be that they went to Wei Yan's house to play around yesterday, but they didn't find out.

Fu Ran was silent for a moment, then said:

"I just had my birthday the day before yesterday." Also an adult.

"Oh." Cen Nian muttered absently, and continued to look for his Bluetooth headset.

He turned his schoolbag upside down but couldn't find it, and suddenly found that the earphones had been pushed onto Fu Ran's desk by him at some point.

At the same time, his brain also turned the corner.

Cen Nian looked at Fu Ran, and after a while, smiled.

Fu Ran lowered his eyelids and looked at him.

When school is over at noon, the classroom is empty, and people have almost left.In the autumn of the third year of senior high school, the stack of books on the table was high, the sky was like a blue wash, and the sun slanted from the window.

Cen Nian was white, and his light amber pupils were fixed on Fu Ran. After a while, he suddenly approached Fu Ran, almost touching the tip of his nose.

Fu Ran didn't back down, and only breathed slightly stagnant.

... a little closer.

Cen Nian's eyelashes were very long, like butterfly wings, half covering his clear pupils, and looked at Fu Ran inexplicably.The two breathed together, almost like kissing from a distance.

"Classmate Fu," Cen Nian's voice softened on purpose, even with a hint of sweetness, "Are you going with me?"

Fu Ran was silent.

His gaze fell heavily on Cen Nian's lips.Cen Nian's lips were light in color, lustrous and beautiful, a shape that was very suitable for kissing.

Fu Ran didn't reply, and Cen Nian was making himself boring.Just when my hand touched my Bluetooth headset, I returned it to its original position.He stuffed the earphones into his schoolbag and said:

"I know you're busy, let's go."

Wei Yan pushed his bicycle and waited downstairs.

Fu Ran didn't speak.

He looked out the window, and Cen Nian stepped on the back seat, holding Wei Yan's shoulders with both hands, and the two walked out talking and laughing.Fu Ran didn't look away until the two of them turned a corner and couldn't see them anymore.

Fu Ran took out the draft paper to write the question, but couldn't concentrate for a long time.

He unconsciously sketched on the draft paper with his pen. After a while, he lowered his head and found the outline of a young man on the draft paper.

The boy was good-looking, with graceful lines from jaw to neck, and a carefree smile on his lips.

Fu Ran couldn't help laughing, and added cat ears and a beard to the boy.

But soon, thinking of something, his smile faded.

He tore off the draft paper, thought about it, and put it in the dictionary.

New Year's Day is coming.

Every New Year's Day, the school holds a party-although it has nothing to do with senior high school students.Cen Nian plans to take the entrance examination for the art specialty of F University. His grades are not bad, but because he does not count as hard work, he is still a long way from the finance department of F University.

The homeroom teacher heard the news from nowhere, and asked Cen Nian to put on a show at the New Year's Eve party, saying that this year's freshman year and sophomore year were not up to the mark.

Cen Nian was so quarreled that he had no choice but to agree.

On December 24th, Christmas Eve, the first snow fell in the city.

After school, Cen Nian greeted Wei Yan, put on his schoolbag and planned to go to the musical instrument room to practice piano.

The head teacher specially asked for an unused musical instrument room for him.

Cen Nian walked in a hurry and accidentally knocked over the dictionary on Fu Ran's desk while leaving.Cen Nian clicked his tongue, bent down to pick it up, and suddenly a piece of paper fell from his eyes.

Cen Nian: "?"

He intercepted the paper from the air and glanced subconsciously.

Cen Nian was silent.

Half a minute later, Cen Nian clipped the paper back and looked at the first page of the dictionary.

The word "Fu Ran" is strong and powerful, and it is indeed Fu Ran's dictionary.

Cen Nian was in a complicated mood, and walked towards the musical instrument room while thinking.Preoccupied, he didn't even notice the sound of the piano coming from the instrument room.

There are people in this instrument room.

It wasn't until Cen Nian came to the door that he realized it.He was about to withdraw, but was attracted by the sound of the piano.

The brisk, melodious piano sound is not skillful.

It is already snowing outside the window, but just listening to the sound of the piano, it seems that it is still summer. Lying on the grass on a summer night, looking up at the stars in the sky.

Cen Nian was fascinated as he listened.

The piano sound stopped.

Cen Nian subconsciously pushed open the door, wanting to ask what the name of the song was, but was caught off guard and looked at Fu Ran.

Fu Ran sat in front of the piano, stared at him for a while, and frowned.

"Why are you crying?" Fu Ran stood up and walked to his side.

Cen Nian was taken aback.

He reached out to touch his cheek, only to realize... at some point, tears were streaming down his face.

That is obviously a very brisk song, obviously not sad at all.

Cen Nian himself felt strange, but he couldn't stop crying.He was a little annoyed, shook his head, and said:

"It's nothing."

There is also a strong nasal sound in this voice.

Fu Ran closed the door and went to find a tissue for Cen Nian to wipe his tears.He finally found it and came back. The child was still sitting there, weeping expressionlessly.The boy's eyes were red, but there was no expression of grievance on his face, he just stared at a place in a daze, tears streaming down silently, making people's heart hurt like it was being clenched.

"Fu Ran." Cen Nian sat on the piano bench, looking at the black and white keys, and said in a daze, "This piece..."

"Ah."

Fu Ran thought it was troublesome to bend over, so he half-knelt down, just at eye level with Cen Nian who was sitting, and wiped his tears.

"Blow your nose." Fu Ran brought a tissue to Cen Nian's nose.

Cen Nian: "..."

Looking back, Cen Nian felt a little embarrassed.He pushed away Fu Ran's hand and wanted to do it himself, but Fu Ran didn't give him the tissue.

Cen Nian originally wanted to ask what the name of the song was, but when he saw Fu Ran, he suddenly remembered the picture in the dictionary.

Fu Ran didn't look at him, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes earnestly and gently.

Cen Nian stared at him blankly for a moment, then asked tentatively:

"Fu Ran, do you like drawing?"

"Occasionally."

"Oh," Cen Nian thought for a while, and said, "Did you just learn it recently and like to draw people around you to practice?"

Fu Ran's hand froze.

Cen Nian: "?"

He and Fu Ran looked at each other, a little dazed, and his usual domineering look was gone.

There are snowflakes falling outside the window.

Fu Ran was half-kneeling, and was slightly raising his head to help him wipe away his tears.At this time, his eyes were heavy, and he was staring at Cen Nian, his black eyes could not see clearly the expression.

Cen Nian's heart sank, feeling a little inexplicably anxious.

"What's wrong? Fu—"

The burning word could not be uttered.

Fu Ran held the back of his head gently but irresistibly with one hand, and kissed him with his head up in a kneeling position.