I don't just want to dream about you

It wasn't until entering the infirmary that Meng Yihuan came to his senses belatedly.

Meng Yihuan's high school infirmary is on the first floor of the comprehensive teaching building, and a swing is set up in the shaded area next to it.

Although I don't know why the senior sister is not sick, she still says she is sick.He still dragged himself to the infirmary, but when he thought of the bag of milk given by the senior sister in his hand, he hadn't drunk it yet.Meng Yihuan shut her mouth very obediently.

After all, as the saying goes, soft hands are soft on people, but short mouths are cannibalism.No matter how much you don't understand, you have to pretend that you understand.

The teacher in the infirmary is a middle-aged female teacher.She also serves as the school's spiritual teacher.Usually, students often come to talk to her.At this time, she just woke up from her lunch break, rubbing the bridge of her nose, and wiping the frame of her mirror.

In the past, Meng Yihuan felt that the life of this psychology teacher was very easy.Every day, I show people some minor illnesses and chat with them a few words.You can get your salary easily, no, you can sleep until four o'clock in the afternoon.

"What's the matter?" The female teacher saw Meng Yihuan and Shen Qinghan, turned her head and asked, and then continued to busy with her own affairs.

Meng Yihuan didn't know what to say. After all, she didn't know why the senior sister came to the infirmary. Anyway, she definitely didn't have a fever.

Regarding her own hands, Meng Yihuan is extremely confident.There is absolutely nothing wrong with my measurement, unless I have a fever.

"It's nothing, I just want to come here for a while." Shen Qinghan looked like a regular customer, and pulled Meng Yihuan to sit on the leather sofa.

Zhu Si felt that he was a little dazed standing here, looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while, um, he was a little dazed indeed.Since everyone is sitting, in order to fit in with the group, let's sit down too.

"Go out and play if you have nothing to do. What do you look like sitting in the infirmary?" The female teacher said lazily, "I'm talking about you, you son of the Shen family."

"It's fine if you come to my place for a while if you have nothing to do, but you're still dragging your family along, right?"

The female teacher glanced at Zhu Si and Meng Yihuan.She had seen Zhu Si by Shen Qinghan's side before, but Meng Yihuan was a new face.

Immediately, a new interest arose, "Student, what is your relationship with this bastard?"

Ah this?Meng Yihuan didn't know how to answer.There are too many slots, and I can't complain for a while.By the way, why is senior sister called a bastard!

Obviously senior sister is not similar to this animal at all, at least it is...Meng Yihuan thought about it, and felt that Shen Qinghan was the same as the little milk cat.

She looks very shy and doesn't like to take the initiative to play with people.But after getting acquainted with people, they will take the initiative to find someone to hug.

Woohoo, it's so cute.

"It's Qinghan's little follower," Zhu Si took the initiative to answer.

"It's not a little follower," Shen Qinghan retorted.She has always disliked being said that Meng Yihuan is her little follower.

It always makes people feel that the emotions between the two parties are unequal.

In case Meng Yihuan remembers this sentence in his heart one day.Sooner or later there will be conflicts.

But obviously the female teacher didn't take Shen Qinghan's words to heart at all, "Oh~ little follower"

Meng Yihuan scratched his head in embarrassment.Although she didn't know why Shen Qinghan had been explaining to people all this time, saying that he was not her little follower, but in fact she didn't mind at all.And she didn't think they were wrong.

Harmful!So what if you can follow behind such a beautiful senior, even if you are a small follower?

Has Meng Yihuan repented for her face control today?

not at all.

The three were finally driven out of the infirmary.Looking at the swing by the tree-shade, Zhu Si sat down first, and then patted the seat next to him, "Would you like to come and sit on the swing? Usually this seat is very sought-after."

If not for the sports meeting.Someone should have sat down in this position by now.After all, in the boulevard, sitting and swinging.Talk to your partner, or to a friend.They are all very good choices.

When Meng Yihuan was in high school, she never sat in this seat, mainly because she was lazy and didn't like to compete with others for this seat.But now there is an opportunity, not sitting for nothing.

Shen Qinghan watched Meng Yihuan sit in the middle of the swing, and sat down himself.

Zhu Si deliberately wanted to create opportunities for the two of them to be alone.Seeing that they both sat down, they hurriedly found an excuse to leave.

"Ah, I remembered. Our department will have a meeting later, I'll go first." Before the two of them could react, Zhu Si stood up, waved his hands, and walked out.

Just leave the two of them here.

The swing swayed once and for all, Meng Yihuan watched as Shen Qinghan's black hair covered his ears, and when the wind blew, his delicate and small ears were faintly visible.

"Is Yi Huan looking at me?" Shen Qinghan turned his head and asked while pulling his hair behind his ears.

The distance between the two was extremely close, Shen Qinghan looked at Meng Yihuan's face, and gently stroked her face with his hand.

Meng Yihuan blushed suddenly.She really can't be blamed for this, the main reason is that the atmosphere is so good, she can even smell the fragrance of flowers from a distance.

However, the fragrance of flowers was still covered by the smell of Shen Qinghan's body.

Shen Qinghan pinched a strand of Meng Yihuan's hair in his hands, and gave her a look with a smile, "The hair is sticking to her face"

"Why am I bald?" Meng Yihuan quickly covered her head.I didn't feel anything in high school at that time, and I waited until college.The biggest worry every day is whether I have baldness.

As a hair loss army, Meng Yihuan often feels sad for her hair.As for how much hair growth shampoo I used, it was an unbearable past.

"No, the hair is growing well." Shen Qinghan touched Meng Yihuan's hand covering his head, and pinched Meng Yihuan's little finger by the way.

Shen Qinghan was looking forward to it in his heart, if this moment could stay.Maybe it was the best ending for me.

When she saw Meng Yihuan talking to that boy in her class earlier, Shen Qinghan felt a huge sense of crisis in her heart.Every expression Meng Yihuan showed was not directed at her.There will be a kind of heart-scratching pain and itching.

"Is Yi Huan on good terms with the boys in the class?"

"It's okay, that's it"

Meng Yihuan thought about it carefully.It seems that she didn't have particularly good friends of the opposite sex when she was in high school. After all, at that time, if men and women didn't keep a proper distance, it was easy to be teased and made fun of.

As a person who just wants to eat and die, Meng Yihuan is absolutely unwilling to get involved in this kind of thing.

But why do you want to ask yourself this question?Could it be... Oh!It must be because she saw herself getting very close to a boy today and started gossiping about herself.

It is also possible that the student union will also catch love.No matter what, you can never say anything.

"Really? I thought Yi Huan had a good relationship with that boy." Shen Qinghan stared straight at Meng Yi Huan, as if he could see through Meng Yi Huan's heart in this way.

"How could it be?" Meng Yihuan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Shen Qinghan, and turned his head guiltily.

Before, Meng Yihuan could guarantee that she would never have a good relationship with this boy.But it might not work now, after all, Meng Yihuan decided to hug the boy's thigh.

People are always like this, it's natural to have a liking for good people.It is even more subconsciously worshiping the bully.

Meng Yihuan is undoubtedly the leader among them.Such a real provincial number one scholar who is so close to him can't be justified if he doesn't deal with people.

Other people's future is different from mine.Meng Yihuan thought over and over again, but she didn't remember that this school bully went to work later, or went to study.But anyway, the starting point must be higher than yourself.

Shen Qinghan saw Meng Yihuan's small actions in his eyes, and his eyes sank instantly.She forced herself to smile, and slowly, slowly moved closer to Meng Yihuan, even her breathing coincided.

"Will Yihuan lie to me?"

"I....."

Ah, why does this senior always ask herself these strange questions?I feel that I can't answer, it's very stressful.

Shen Qinghan's tone was full of pleading, "Can Yihuan not lie to me?"

Who can stand this?Forget it, let it die.Such a senior is really embarrassed to refuse.

"sure"

Shen Qinghan, who got Meng Yihuan's promise, was obviously still a little uneasy. She tugged at the corner of Meng Yihuan's clothes, bit her lip and asked, "Then, Yihuan, you really don't like that boy, do you?"

"Huh?" Meng Yihuan was startled, she even wanted to laugh a little.It turned out that the reason why the senior sister suddenly became abnormal just now was because she was worried that she liked this boy.

Well, but also true.Students at this age will always be like this, wanting to monopolize friendship.Even if the other party has love, they don't agree.

Sure enough, the senior is like a kitten, shy and clingy.Meng Yihuan fell in love with Shen Qinghan in an instant, it must be because the senior was too worried that she would not get in touch with her if she fell in love, that's why she acted like this.

Holding such conjectures, Meng Yihuan shook his head, "Don't worry, senior, I will never like the other party."

Who would like a person who appeared in a dream?

Dream stuff is fake, isn't it?

Meng Yihuan thought about it with a smile, but when he stared at Shen Qinghan, he hesitated.So do you like senior sister?

No one in the dream would like it... What about the senior sister?

Inner thoughts don't lie.Meng Yihuan couldn't go against his conscience and say that he didn't like Shen Qinghan.

She was in a tangle.

That Yihuan, can you always like me?Shen Qinghan hid this question in his stomach, his eyes were full of nostalgia and dependence.

I hope you don't like everyone.But I hope you like me, I'm so selfish... But I really want to be your exception.

"At this age, if you don't study well and make progress every day, what else can you do?" Meng Yihuan laughed dryly, lowering his eyes.

She almost forgot that she was only in a dream.It doesn't make any sense to like someone in a dream.