you better be

Yan Zimi was too nervous to move.

At this moment, everything in sight zoomed in and slowed down in his mind.

He seemed to see Pei Huan open his eyes, but they closed them quickly.

After holding Yan Zimi's hand, Pei Huan turned over and lay down facing Yan Zimi.

"Can't sleep?"

Pei Huan still had his eyes closed, and his voice was deep and hoarse.

Yan Zimi was afraid that his breathing would disturb Pei Huan, so he was instinctively cautious.

Pei Huan grabbed his hand so tightly that he couldn't pull it out.

Yan Zimi was also thinking in his mind what the best answer to this question should be.

Answer "I can't sleep", or answer "No", or ask Pei Huan "Why did you wake up?".

But Yan Zimi seemed to have missed the time to answer, and Pei Huan fell asleep again.

This time Yan Zimi didn't dare to call people, in order to confirm whether Pei Huan had fallen asleep, he called out his name directly: "Pei Huan."

To be on the safe side, after more than ten seconds, he called out again: "Pei Huan?"

Pei Huan didn't respond.

Yan Zimi's numb heartbeat finally returned to normal.

Pei Huan also loosened his hand, Yan Zimi slowly pulled out his hand and lay down properly.

This encounter scared Yan Zimi enough, he didn't dare to act recklessly, and went back to his place to prepare for sleep.

It's a good sleep now, and his nerve cells are also tired.

The next day Yan Zimi naturally woke up much earlier than usual.

It was almost daylight when he woke up.

The late autumn sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the undrawn curtains, Yan Zimi opened his eyes, and the first thing he paid attention to was Pei Huan beside him.

But he only moved a little before he found something on his waist.

Looking down, it was Pei Huan's hand.

Yan Zimi woke up instantly.

At this moment, his back was facing Pei Huan, and Pei Huan was facing him.

Pei Huan's hand was not fully placed, as if it was just a touch, as long as Yan Zimi moved casually, that hand would slip down from his waist.

Yan Zimi inhaled slowly, and then exhaled slowly, he became hot in an instant.

He wasn't where he slept yesterday, and neither was Pei Huan. Both of them moved closer to each other. The gap that could have accommodated the third person was now filled by the two of them.

Yan Zimi thought, maybe if he leaned back a little bit, he could touch Pei Huan's chest.

But he dared not.

He didn't even dare to touch Pei Huan's hand now.

It's fine now, he doesn't want to do other things, what should Pei Huan do if he wakes up.

Yan Zimi looked at the wall with his eyes open, thinking in his heart, if the ceiling had a perspective, would he and Pei Huan be hugging and sleeping together?

After thinking for a while, Yan Zimi smiled to himself, feeling that these inexplicable fantasies of his were really unnecessary.

He felt that even if Pei Huan woke up and saw this scene, all he did was take his hands back without feeling anything.

But even so, it couldn't resist the little joy in Yan Zimi's heart.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Waking up again, Pei Huan was no longer by his side, Yan Zimi woke up suddenly, and saw Pei Huan sitting at his desk.

Yan Zimi sat up from the bed and heard Pei Huan say, "I'm awake."

Yan Zimin hummed: "What are you looking at?"

Pei Huan said, "Your grade four paper."

Yan Zimi was still in a daze, so he asked foolishly, "What guidance does Teacher Pei have for you?"

Pei Huan said: "How come your handwriting is so cute, stroke by stroke."

Yan Zimi: "Isn't writing a stroke or a stroke?"

Yan Zimi tapped her phone and found that it was past nine o'clock in the morning.

And Pei Huan over there has already collected the clothes that were dried yesterday and changed into them.

Yan Zimi asked: "Shall we go down for breakfast together?"

Pei Huan shook his head: "I have something to do, I have to go back to school."

Yan Zimi let out a sound of disappointment.

Pei Huan put down the paper and walked to Yan Zimi's side, stroking his messy hair: "We won't take the high-speed train in the afternoon, we'll take the plane instead."

Yan Zimi looked at Pei Huan sleepily: "Why?"

"They calculated that it would be more convenient to fly," Pei Huan said, "I have to go back and pack my things," he said with a smile, "Why did you wake up like this?"

Yan Zimi was stunned: "What?"

Pei Huan didn't say anything, but squeezed Yan Zimi's face: "Thank you for taking me in."

Yan Zimi, who couldn't have breakfast together, said listlessly, "Senior, you're welcome."

Pei Huan said that he was not in a hurry to leave. After pinching Yan Zimi's face, he rubbed his chin, and then went up to straighten his bangs, as if Yan Zimi's face was a very interesting thing.

Yan Zimi was indeed sleepy, but Pei Huan still took the initiative to move over to him, his eyes half closed, his eyelashes fluttering.

Pei Huan smiled, and for a while, he had the mentality of just hold on and don't leave.

But not long after, Xiaoyan Zimi's bangs' hair returned to his position, and he still put his hands in his pockets: "I'm leaving."

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

Just go, remember to take the picture of Pei Huanshun painted by Yan Zimi.

Yan Zimi dragged his heavy body and followed Pei Huan to the door, said goodbye to him, said cheers to him, and said, "Tell me when you arrive in City B."

"Okay," Pei Huan waved his hand: "Go on and sleep if you're sleepy."

Yan Zimi nodded vigorously.

After Pei Huan left, Yan Zimou's room seemed to be empty suddenly.

When passing those paintings, he glanced at the empty space and curled his lips.

After going to the bathroom, Yan Zimi packed the toothbrush used by Pei Huan in a box and put it in the drawer. I don't know if it will be used by its owner again.

While washing his face, Yan Zimi just splashed water on his face when he suddenly thought of something.

Without even wiping his face, Yan Zimi immediately went back to the room and picked up the English paper on the table and flipped through it.

A few days ago, he wrote several lines of Pei Huan's name on the test paper. I don't know where Pei Huan turned it...

Pei Huan flipped over.

But above...

Yan Zimi looked at the words on the paper and laughed softly.

In the above content, after the "Pei Huan" written by Wuxing Yan Zimi, there is a line of Pei Huan's characters.

written in pencil.

"Yan Zimi, why write my name?"

Pei Huan's handwriting is very powerful and coherent. Compared with his, Yan Zimi's handwriting is indeed stroke by stroke.

Yan Zimi picked up his phone to take a picture of these lines, picked up a pencil as well, and added a line after Pei Huan's line, "What do you think?"

Of course, Pei Huan would never see the added line.

Yan Zimi went back to the bathroom to wash his face, and after washing, Lin Jie called him.

Yan Zimi just picked it up, and Lin Jie asked over there, "Why did you change the name of the game? What does Huohuo mean?"

Yan Zimi: "If you lose the game with others, you will change it."

Lin Jie asked, "Is this the only name?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

Lin Jie smiled, puzzled: "Something is wrong, Zimi, this is not your style, why do you still play this?" He asked: "What does this name mean?"

Yan Zimi didn't hesitate, and said concisely: "Pei Huan."

Lin Jie said loudly: "Damn! Groove!"

Lin Jie was very surprised: "I think you have a situation recently. The WeChat avatar has also changed, and the game name has also changed. What's the situation, you won't be chasing your male god, right?"

Yan Zimi: "No, just friends."

"Friend?" Lin Jie said with a smile, "Then you can change the relationship."

"Impossible," said Yan Zimi, "he is straight," Yan Zimi said, "very straight."

Lin Jie: "Did he tell you?"

Yan Zimi was helpless: "Some straight men can still tell, needless to say."

Lin Jie understood right away: "Straight men are hard to deal with."

Speaking of this, Yan Zimi's cell phone vibrated. He just wanted to take a look, but when he saw that it was Pei Huan's message, he turned on the speakerphone.

fire: "It's too ostentatious, I should put the painting in a bag"

Yan Zimi replied: "Very good, let everyone see how cool the shooting posture of the handsome guy in the mathematics department is."

Fire didn't let him go: "Alright, by the way, the handsome guy from the art department, Mr. Yan, painted it."

Yan Zimi laughed.

"I rely on Zimi." On the other side of the phone, Lin Jie was surprised again.

Yan Zimi asked: "What's wrong?"

Lin Jie said, "You're still a couple's name."

Yan Zimi: "What couple's name?"

Lin Jie: "Claw, hahaha, is this your male god?"

"What claws..." Yan Zimi paused, "Let me take a look at the screenshot."

Lin Jie quickly took a screenshot. On the left side of the game page was Pei Huan's avatar, and on the right was Pei Huan's new name "claw".

Yan Zimi pursed her lips.

Lin Jie: "Are you two really okay?"

Yan Zimi wanted to say yes, but the truth is: "No."

"Claw claw, hahaha," Lin Jie laughed happily, "It's so cute, I'll go, how did I come up with this?"

Yan Zimi pursed his lips and smiled: "I don't know, maybe the inspiration came from his words of fire."

Lin Jie: "Is he really straight?"

Yan Zimi is very sure: "Really."

Lin Jie sighed: "Why are all straight men like this now, all of them, oh, it's so annoying."

Yan Zimi didn't like what Lin Jie said about Pei Huan, so he turned back: "He's different."

Lin Jie smiled: "Okay, okay."

Lin Jie also came to borrow the account in the morning, so Yan Zimi lost the opportunity to find out that Pei Huan changed the name of the game in the first place.

But he is not idle.

When the phone was hung up, it was Pei Huan's chat interface. Yan Zimi asked him directly: "Why did you change the name of the game without saying anything?"

fire: "Did you tell me about changing your avatar?"

Yan Zimi choked for a moment.

Pei Huan said again: "Change with you for another day"

fire: "In case someone says I bullied him"

Yan Zimi pursed his lips and smiled: "Who dares to say that?"

fire: "Who else?"

Yan Zimi asked again, "What if I keep using it?"

fire: "How long do you use and how long do I use"

Yan Zimi also wanted to scold.

Straight men are annoying.

But scolding is scolding, and I still have to say: "Tell me when you get off the plane this afternoon."

fire: "Teacher Yan who knows"

Although Pei Huan didn't give any information, Yan Zimi downloaded the real-time software of the flight and found out the flight that Pei Huan was going to take in the afternoon.

So in the first big class in the afternoon, Yan Zimi refreshed the software from time to time to see where Pei Huan was, whether the weather over there was sunny or cloudy, and whether it was colder or hotter compared to Lancheng.

A few minutes after the plane was about to land, it happened to be the end of get out of class, and Yan Zimi was lying on the table and constantly refreshed.

Just swipe and the time will go by a little bit.

As he swiped, his phone page suddenly jumped.

Pei Huan called.

Yan Zimi quickly picked it up and put the phone to his ear.

"What are you doing so fast?" Pei Huan asked over there.

Yan Zimi: "I'm in class."

Pei Huan: "What class dare to answer the phone?"

Yan Zimi: "get out of class is over now."

Pei Huan smiled.

"I'm here." Pei Huan said.

Yan Zimi pretended not to know: "We're here so soon," he asked, "Have you got off the plane?"

Pei Huan: "Just got off."

Yan Zimi's eyes bent down: "Call me as soon as you get off the plane."

Pei Huan: "Isn't someone waiting for me to report my safety?"

Yan Zimi's eyes were even more curved.

"Who is it?" Yan Zimi said interrogative sentences.

Pei Huan also imitated him, but what Pei Huan said was a rhetorical question: "Who is it?"

Pei Huan spoke lightly, with a smile in his words.

There was a lot of chatter during class, but Yan Zimi's ears were filled with Pei Huan's voice.

it's me.