Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

Zheng Lan took the exam for a few more days, and the last one ended in the morning.

When walking out of the examination room, many students laughed with relief, and Zheng Lan felt a lot more relaxed.

He turned on the cell phone that had been turned off before the exam, and when the signal arrived, there was still no one sending a message.

The chat with Pei Yan still stuck in Zheng Lan's last sentence: I'm done eating.

While walking towards the dormitory, Zheng Lan sent a message to Bai Hao, saying: I have finished the exam.

Bai Hao: I know, is it necessary for you to tell me specifically to annoy me? !

Zheng Lan: Sorry.

Seeing that he was really apologizing seriously, Bai Hao quickly said: It's nothing, I was just joking with you, why did you take it seriously.

Zheng Lan exhaled hot air and asked him: When will your exam end?

Bai Hao: I still have three days.

Zheng Lan turned a corner and said: It is really not easy for you to learn finance.

Bai Hao: Those who are one class higher than us finished the exam yesterday.

Zheng Lan paused with her fingertips.

It turned out that Pei Yan finished the exam yesterday, and all the excuses he had imagined before that he didn't have time to read the news because of the review were all untenable.

Pei Yan just didn't want to talk to him.

Zheng Lan bit her lip, feeling sore.

After resting for more than two days, the teacher sent a message to Zheng Lan asking him to go to the office and start working.

The content of the job is to be responsible for the reception and answering of freshmen, mainly answering and calling.

The teacher arranged a separate office for him. There were many empty desks in it. Zheng Lan chose one at random. There was a thick stack of freshman materials that needed to be contacted, and there was also a landline.

The teacher explained some precautions and left.

Zheng Lan sat down, took out her scarf and started working.

He mainly communicates with foreign students in Huaguo, and he speaks Chinese. At least there are no language barriers, and the communication is fairly fluent.

The main reason is that there are too many tasks. Zheng Lan has to make dozens of phone calls in the morning. The landline is no better than a mobile phone. If you press too many, your fingertips hurt. Sometimes the sensor is not sensitive, so you have to repeat it many times.

This is really a very patient person like Zheng Lan. If it is an irritable one, he can directly smash the microphone on it.

A few days later, when Bai Hao finished the exam, he called Zheng Lan, but how long did it take for him to pick up, and he said "Hello", which scared Bai Hao unsure.

"Are you Zheng Lan?"

"Yeah." Zheng Lan's voice is completely out of control, and she still has to speak, her voice is as hoarse as a piece of paper is torn.

"Oh my god..." Bai Hao knew that he had gone to do something for the teacher, but he didn't expect that he was like this in just a few days.

In order to show the concern among friends, Bai Hao went to Zheng Lan's dormitory that night and brought him a few packs of throat lozenges.

"I bought the most expensive one in the pharmacy, you should eat more, if you have nothing to worry about." Bai Hao said.

"Thank you." Zheng Lan struggled to speak now, and seldom made a sound, or only responded briefly.

Bai Hao asked him about his future plans, because it was too late for Zheng Lan to return home, and before that time, they might have to leave separately.

It didn't take long for Bai Hao to leave, and when he left, he asked hesitantly: "Where's Pei Yan? Has he not been here recently?"

When Pei Yan was reviewing before, he often came to take Zheng Lan to dinner, and Bai Hao knew about it.

"He's busy." Zheng Lan didn't want to say more.

Bai Hao felt that the two of them were a little strange, but he didn't ask any more.

Almost a week later, Zheng Lan also felt a little unbearable. Fortunately, the teacher reduced the task for him in time and said that he had found someone to come over.

I met Zheng Lan when I went that day, and I was still an acquaintance.

Sitting in the chair he used to sit in, his whole body was so delicate——

Jane post.

"It's you?" Jian Ji was a little surprised, her tone was neither good nor bad.

"Yeah." Zheng Lan walked over, ignoring that it was Jane Ji.

"How long have you been here with your voice broken like this?" Jian Ji asked again.

"One week." Zheng Lan sat down.

"Okay." Jian Ji was a little worried that he would become like this, so he glanced at Zheng Lan again, suddenly laughed, and asked, "Does Pei Yan know? Is he willing?"

Zheng Lan glanced at Jian Ji, the kind of eyes that were very indifferent but made people feel inexplicably oppressed.

"I don't know." Zheng Lan said.

Zheng Lan thought that Jian Ji was out of line before, but he didn't expect that he was serious and responsible in his work, and the assigned tasks could be completed in time.

But Jian Ji has a relatively aggressive personality, and she has a feeling that she is used to at home. Fortunately, her tone of voice is not bad when she makes some difficult phone calls.The efficiency of the two working together is much higher, and Zheng Lan estimates that this time it can be finished early.

The teacher came to see them once in the middle, and felt that they were doing a good job, so they advanced their daily off-duty time.

Zheng Lan was still thinking about Pei Yan. Pei Yan asked him when he was leaving that day, but he didn't ask him to go back. He didn't know if Pei Yan was still in school at this time.

Jian Ji can ask, but Zheng Lan is not reconciled.

One day, Jane sent a phone call, which seemed to be with her parents, but with a reluctant expression, and she glanced at Zheng Lan several times.

Zheng Lan couldn't imagine that their family affairs could have anything to do with her, so she didn't care much about it.

When getting off work, Zheng Lan packed up her things first, carried her bag and opened the door to go out. There was a person in the corridor leaning on the balcony playing with his mobile phone.

Zheng Lan paused, not knowing where to put her eyes.

"Pei Yan..." He yelled, and immediately closed his mouth again.

The voice was still ugly, and Zheng Lan almost forgot about it.

Pei Yan frowned, and raised her eyes from the phone, but she didn't ask Zheng Lan about her throat in the first sentence.

"Are you here too?"

With the word "also", Zheng Lan understood that Pei Yan was not here to wait for him.

Her heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, Zheng Lan hummed lightly, wondering if Pei Yan heard it.

There was another sound of opening the door behind him, and Jian Ji said, "Let's go."

Zheng Lan lowered her head, and when Pei Yan said yes, she felt like an abandoned clown.

He didn't care about anything, he turned his toes and walked towards the stairwell.

He felt that he was walking quite fast, but not to the extent of running.

Zheng Lan has never been like this for a moment, only the road under his feet, and a pot of porridge in his mind.

He thought about their relationship for a long time, then went back to the original point and told himself: You are just friends.

Just friends.

After finally seeing the stairs, Zheng Lan stepped down in a daze.

The waist was held and hugged from behind, and the back was pressed against the wall.

Zheng Lan was pushed against the wall by Pei Yan, her chest pressed against his.

"What are you running for?" Pei Yan asked him, panting slightly.

"Is it unbearable? Are you jealous?" Pei Yan looked down at Zheng Lan. When his peach blossom eyes stared at someone, it was easy to give people the illusion of being loved.

"Speak well," Pei Yan coaxed in a low voice, "If you're right, there's candy."