The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

Zhuo Qian only finished saying this sentence in his head, only to realize that he had said a bit too much.

"That's not what I meant." Zhuo Qian explained after thinking for a while, "I was thinking about something just now, and I didn't hear you calling me."

Hearing this, Yan Shuyang's face was covered with a smile again, he didn't intend to leave, instead he stopped and continued talking to Zhuo Qian: "So that's the case, what were you thinking just now?"

Zhuo Qian didn't expect Yan Shuyang to ask such a question, so he couldn't help being stunned.

In his few memories, Yan Shuyang had never asked anything about the original owner.

Seeing that Zhuo Qian didn't speak, Yan Shuyang thought that he didn't want to answer. After thinking about it carefully, he immediately felt that his question was offensive. He hurriedly said: "It's okay if you don't want to say it. I just saw you come out of the teacher's office with a sad face. I'm worried that you have encountered a problem with the teacher."

so……

Is Yan Shuyang worried about him?

Zhuo Qian was flattered, shook his head and said: "I'm fine, I'm just thinking about family matters."

After finishing speaking, he quickly skipped the subject, "By the way, do you have anything to do with me?"

Yan Shuyang smiled and said, "It's nothing special."

"Oh." Zhuo Qian hadn't had breakfast yet, and he was already hungry. Hearing what Yan Shuyang said, he didn't think much about it, and said casually, "Then go get busy, I'm going back to the classroom too."

Yan Shuyang: "..."

The next sentence he didn't say was stuck in his throat.

I don't know if it's his illusion

The current Zhuo Qian seems to be avoiding him a little bit, but the previous Zhuo Qian not only would not avoid him, but also wanted to stick to him all the time.

In the past, Zhuo Qian was a person who couldn't hide his emotions, almost had all his thoughts written on his face, including his liking for Yan Shuyang, his gaze towards Yan Shuyang was always hot and explicit, full of obvious desire and yearning , the sense of presence is so strong that even Yan Shuyang can't pretend to be invisible.

However, since Zhuo Qian fell into the water, the way he looked at Yan Shuyang changed, like a patient who suddenly regained his senses, his eyes no longer follow Yan Shuyang.

Yan Shuyang frowned slightly, he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, watched Zhuo Qian walk forward without hesitation, finally couldn't hold back and reached out to grab Zhuo Qian's arm.

He caught Zhuo Qian so fast that Zhuo Qian was caught off guard, and his footsteps staggered suddenly.

"Be careful!" Seeing that Zhuo Qian was about to fall backward, Yan Shuyang panicked, and hastily stretched out his other hand to support Zhuo Qian's shoulder. When Zhuo Qian stood still, he also breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you alright?"

Zhuo Qian was so frightened that his face turned pale, he patted his chest for a while, and then he noticed that Yan Shuyang's hands were still supporting his shoulders, he remembered that Yan Shuyang used to resent the original owner's touch, so he quickly took two steps back, and quickly pulled away It shortened the distance between him and Yan Shuyang.

Yan Shuyang's hand was empty, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

Seeing Yan Shuyang's reaction, Zhuo Qian thought Yan Shuyang was annoyed by their contact just now, and was speechless for a while, this person is really, can't he just say something?If you have to use your hands and feet, you are disgusting yourself now, right?

Zhuo Qian said angrily, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Yan Shuyang was pulled back from his thoughts by Zhuo Qian's unhappy tone, he pursed his lower lip and asked, "Did Zheng Shan trouble you today?"

Zheng Shan and Zhuo Qian are in the same class, but Zheng Shan did not come to the classroom this morning. Many people in the class are discussing this matter, because Zheng Shan was reported smoking in the dormitory downstairs after school last Friday, and Zheng Shan insisted that the whistleblower was Zhuo Qian. Qian, even in the circle of friends threatened to let Zhuo Qian have a long memory.

Zhuo Qian answered honestly: "No, Zheng Shan didn't come."

Yan Shuyang hummed, and said again: "If he's still bothering you, come to me and I'll help you out."

Although Zhuo Qian was very surprised that Yan Shuyang would take the initiative to help him, he still brushed off the displeasure just now and nodded gratefully: "Okay, thank you."

"fine."

Seeing that Yan Shuyang hesitated to speak, Zhuo Qian guessed that the other party must have something to say, so he didn't leave in a hurry.

Sure enough, Yan Shuyang considered for a moment, and then said: "One more thing, you don't know Jia Lan's character, maybe you don't know that he doesn't like being disturbed by strangers very much, even though he and I grew up together, we rarely walked into the safety line he drew for himself, so..."

Zhuo Qian instantly understood Yan Shuyang's implication.

Whether it was Yan Shuyang who wanted to say these words himself or Shen Jialan asked Yan Shuyang to tell him, it was just what he wanted. He wanted to complete the mission to attack Yan Shuyang, but he didn't want to provoke Shen Jialan—now Shen Jialan, who has collapsed, doesn't look as white as the text Shen Jialan of Lotus is easy to deal with.

"I got it." Zhuo Qian patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, I know myself, and I won't pester Shen Jialan."

It's too late to hide when I see it later.

Seeing Zhuo Qian's swearing expression, Yan Shuyang couldn't help but chuckle.

I saw that Zhuo Qian's gray-blond hair was not curled and sprayed with hairspray as before, but lay softly on his head, and a few strands of dangling bangs vaguely covered his round eyes.

Xu Shi was fascinated by ghosts, at this moment, Yan Shuyang actually wanted to raise his hand to push those few strands of bangs behind Zhuo Qian's ears.

However, his hand stopped half way up, and his gaze passed Zhuo Qian in front of him to behind Zhuo Qian.

Zhuo Qian paused, then turned his head to follow Yan Shuyang's gaze as if feeling something

A thin figure stood not far behind him.

Shen Jialan came quietly, and walked behind Zhuo Qian expressionlessly. He lowered his eyelids and stared at Zhuo Qian quietly with his black eyes.

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Why did he feel like being caught/raped by Shen Jialan?

And the feeling of his light bulb being caught in the middle by the protagonist Gong Shou... It's really weird and awkward...

Zhuo Qian felt Shen Jialan's momentum pressing down from his body, and he didn't even dare to lift his head. He lowered his head and stared at his toes, and whispered to Yan Shuyang, "Then I'll go first."

"Okay." After Yan Shuyang finished speaking, he looked at Shen Jialan with a smile, "Jialan, I just went to the teacher's office, if you want me, just call me..."

Before finishing speaking, Shen Jialan interrupted coldly: "Stop."

Zhuo Qian had already walked a few steps, but he could still hear the conversation between Yan Shuyang and Shen Jialan clearly, he was afraid of hearing something he shouldn't hear, so he was about to quicken his pace when Shen Jialan said: "Zhuo Qian, stop. "

Zhuo Qian: "..."

What does Shen Jialan want to do?

Is this to settle accounts with him?

But he didn't pester Yan Shuyang!He clearly wanted to leave just now, if Yan Shuyang hadn't pulled him suddenly, he would have returned to the classroom by now!

Although Zhuo Qian was very reluctant, he still turned around slowly, and raised his eyes to find that Shen Jialan had walked up to him at some point.

Yan Shuyang behind seemed to realize something, and hurried over: "Jia Lan, you misunderstood, he..."

Shen Jialan said to Zhuo Qian: "I have something to ask you, come with me."

Yan Shuyang was taken aback for a moment, and his voice stopped abruptly.

As if Shen Jialan didn't see Yan Shuyang, he brushed past Zhuo Qian and walked straight forward.

Zhuo Qian didn't expect that Shen Jialan came to look for him, and looked at Yan Shuyang in confusion, apparently Yan Shuyang had just realized this, and looked at Shen Jialan's back in a little confusion.

Zhuo Qian thought it was necessary for him to explain, this time it was Shen Jialan who took the initiative to look for him, not him to pester Shen Jialan, before he could say anything, Shen Jialan's impatient voice blocked him: "Come here soon?"

"Oh, here we come." Zhuo Qian responded, looked at Yan Shuyang who turned his gaze to him, and then at Shen Jialan who had stopped and waited for him, hesitated for a moment, then trotted to catch up with Shen Jialan.

Zhuo Qian followed behind Shen Jialan, and the two of them walked up to the small fan-shaped roof at the end of the corridor, and Shen Jialan stopped.

It was still very hot in September, and the sun was already starting to glaring this morning.

Shen Jialan stood in front of the railing of the roof, bathed in the bright yellow sunlight. He was tall and tall, and the corners of his white shirt were blown up by the morning wind, revealing his snow-white skin and slender waist.

Probably because Shen Jialan was too thin, Zhuo Qian always felt that Shen Jialan was like a beautiful and fragile butterfly, which would fly away with the gust of wind at any time.

Shen Jialan turned to face him, most of his beautiful facial features were blurred by the light, making it unreal.

Sensing Shen Jialan's gaze, Zhuo Qian subconsciously clenched his fingers. He felt uneasy, but he pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Is there anything you want to say here?"

Shen Jialan's cold voice was mixed with the wind: "Aren't you looking for a part-time job?"

Zhuo Qian was taken aback for a moment, and then happily said: "Any news?"

He didn't pin his hopes on Shen Jialan at all, but he didn't want Shen Jialan to be so efficient.

Seeing Zhuo Qian's eyes light up, Shen Jialan was silent for two seconds before continuing: "I found a part-time job that suits you, and it's also a tutor, teaching mathematics. When can you start working?"

"It's fine this weekend, I have two days of weekends!" Zhuo Qian who was hit by the pie was extremely happy. With the reputation and achievements of the original owner, he would be kicked out even if he sent home for free as a tutor.

Zhuo Qian was jumping with joy, kept saying thank you to Shen Jialan, smiling until his eyes narrowed into a line.

Shen Jialan didn't speak, and quietly waited for Zhuo Qian to finish being happy before handing a business card to Zhuo Qian: "When the time comes, you can contact this person, and she will tell you how to get there."

Zhuo Qian took the business card.

The texture of this business card is excellent, with a white background, the name of "Shen Lian" and a string of mobile phone numbers written in black characters, and nothing else, it is quite simple.

Zhuo Qian looked at the business card over and over again, he caught a glimpse of Shen Jialan about to leave out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly called him: "By the way, when do I go to class?"

Shen Jialan paused, turned around and said, "Two days on the weekend, go there when you have time."

"Which subject do you teach?"

"You can teach whatever you want."

"..." Zhuo Qian slowly sensed something was wrong, "What grade do the students I teach go to?"

Shen Jialan was silent for a long time, and choked out three words: "High school student."

"..."

Zhuo Qian suspected that Shen Jialan was lying to him, no matter how much he believed in his level, he couldn't just let him be a tutor in high school, right?And you can teach whichever subject you want to teach.

"Are you serious?" Zhuo Qian pointed at himself and reassured, "You really want me to teach a high school student?"

Shen Jialan's patience was obviously exhausted, his pretty face instantly sank, and he reached out to take back the business card in Zhuo Qian's hand: "There's so much nonsense, let's forget it."

"Go, go! I'll go!" Zhuo Qian stepped aside, and quickly stuffed the business card into his pocket.

The original owner owed a whole lot of debt. If he paid off the debt, he wouldn't even be able to afford food. How could he easily let go of this opportunity to make money?

"Thank you, Shen Jialan, I will report on time this Saturday morning!"

Shen Jialan glanced at Zhuo Qian who was smiling like a dog, ignored him, and left the rooftop directly.