I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

The air conditioner hummed loudly, dutifully delivering air-conditioning to the room, and the sunlight shone through the dark green curtains, casting streaks of light and shadow on the carpet.

The ringing mobile phone in his pocket woke up the man sitting on the sofa. He took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket to connect to the call, and slowly rubbed his swollen temple with his left hand.

"Hey?"

"Third brother, where are you?" There seemed to be many people talking on the other end of the phone, and the noise made his already aching head even more uncomfortable.

"what happened?"

"Lu Shoushi's class! Are you sure you want to escape? Come here quickly! Otherwise, your scholarship this semester will be wasted!"

The other party should also be in a hurry, and hung up the phone in a hurry after speaking.

Probably the luckiest thing in Yuanshen's miserable life was meeting a group of righteous roommates who would never forget to give him a hand at any time.

Well………

Wen Heng hooked the corners of his lips, thinking that if the original body hadn't met the male lead, his future life might be pretty good.

He shook his head, but when he was about to get up, he froze in place the moment he raised his eyes...

Looking along the line of sight, the person who should be in a deep sleep is so deserted and half leaning on the bed, his face is expressionless, his expression is cold, and his pair of ink-stained eyes are even less human. Looking at it alone, There is a kind of temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away.

.........

Unconsciously swallowing his saliva, Wen Heng said dryly, "I... I will be responsible!"

No confidence.

Not convincing.

Meaningless………

After another strange silence.

"Heh!" The person on the bed sneered, and at the same time Wen Heng straightened up, he threw a pillow over. After the person who hit the head was dazed, he simply said, "Get lost!"

Wen Heng rolled away in a hurry, waved his sleeves without leaving even a scrap of paper, but at the moment he rushed out of the room, he looked back like a ghost, and the person on the bed just turned his head, in a blur. , as if seeing a touch of red.

But he didn't have time to think about it, he rushed for a while, and didn't start to turn his unrepaired brain until he stood under the sun again.

At this time in the original book, although the hero had already left, he left his personal contact information, so that Yuan should contact him after he woke up, thus forming an indissoluble bond between the two.

This time it's different, he didn't leave anything behind at all, anyway, the male lead told him to leave, although it's not very moral, but compared to his future life, he should obediently stay away from the male lead.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Heng hailed a taxi and went back to school.

Following Pan Yuhang's gestures, Xiao Pao sat on the seat that his roommate took for him, only to feel that his heart that had been hanging in his throat finally fell, but the roommate next to him looked at him a little strangely.

"What happened to you?"

"No, what's the matter?" Wen Heng turned to look at Pan Yuhang, a little curious.

"emmm—"

Pan Yuhang frowned and looked him up and down.

His half-sweat-wet bangs were casually pulled back, revealing his delicate eyebrows and eyes. His eyes were narrow and long, and his pupils were an unusual light brown. Looking at him like this, there was a trace of uncommon ruffianism.

It feels different from before, but I can't tell what is different.

"Forget it, don't think about it," Pan Yuhang scratched his head, and suddenly said, "I didn't know you were so handsome before."

"Ok?"

Wen Heng raised his eyebrows, just when the class bell rang, he smiled and stopped talking.

However, because he didn't sleep well yesterday, Wen Heng, who was listening to the teacher's lecture, became more and more heavy-headed. When he was drowsy, a sudden burst of warm applause woke him up, and he clapped his hands subconsciously.

Looking forward along the line of sight of others, his hands never closed again, and even his pupils shook slightly because of surprise,

The people on the podium were in suits and leather shoes, with a cold look on their faces,

"Hi students, I am your senior in the 16th class, Qu Mubai."