you better be

Yan Zimi took a small route back to the apartment.

Coming out of this path, his heart finally stopped beating so violently, but the sun was still shining on him, and he was a little hot.

After walking a few steps, he remembered that he had a bottle of water in his hand.

He quickly opened and drank half of the bottle.

The phone in his hand shook, and Xiao Gang sent him a message.

"Lin Sheng said that you should remember to hand in the registration form for the class meeting on Sunday night."

"Really, it's fine if you don't notify in the group. If there's anything serious, everyone will stay. No wonder no one likes him."

Yan Zi found him back: "Thank you, I see."

Xiao Gang is Yan Zimi's former roommate.

Why do I say it was a former roommate, because Yan Zimi lived on campus when he first came last year, but he moved out after only one month, and now rents a single apartment off campus by himself.

In fact, Lin Sheng was also one of his former roommates.

Thinking of this, Yan Zimi couldn't help feeling sick.

They used to have a senior in the same major as the four-person dormitory.

According to Xiao Gang, later Lin Sheng was driven away by his seniors, and someone from another major moved in.

And Yan Zimi's bed has been empty all the time, firstly, Yan Zimi's accommodation money has not been refunded, and secondly, the senior and Xiao Gang also hope that Yan Zimi can go back.

So his bed is always clean, and no one puts sundries on it.

Back at the apartment, as soon as Yan Zimi lost her bag and ordered a takeaway, she began to draw the painting she wanted tomorrow.

But when he started to write, his pen tip paused on the drawing paper.

"do we know each other?"

A voice hit his ear.

The cold touch on the arm seemed to come again.

Yan Zimi felt a little hot again.

Forget it.

draw.

What Yan Zimi didn't know was that on the other side, his name was frequently mentioned by a boy.

"It's that Yan Zimi. It's an exaggeration to say that he won the first place in some competition and was on the page of Blue City. When he first came to school, the person who picked him up was an exaggeration."

"The picture of him getting out of his father's car has been circulated in hundreds of versions, and the more it is spread, the more exaggerated it is, and it is off the scale."

Zhao Di asked, "Have you never heard of it?"

Pei Huanman looked at his phone indifferently, maybe he didn't even listen: "No."

Zhao Di: "..."

The Department of Mathematics and the Academy of Art are actually quite irrelevant, and the wind can't blow over them at all, but Zhao Di is addicted to gossip, and he basically knows all the big and small things like this inside and outside the school.

But what he said was always ten times more exaggerated than the truth.

Therefore, few people pay attention to the melons he usually talks about in the dormitory.

Zhao Di babbled a few more words about Yan Zimi, but seeing that Pei Huan didn't respond, he stopped talking.

Pei Huan has never had any feelings about the handsome guy.

Then, Zhao Di began to say that today's game was good, Pei Huan, you should show more color to those arrogant people in the chemistry class, and provoke something.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the dormitory. When the door opened, there were three people sitting in the same position and playing with their mobile phones. They were in the third row.

"He's just Sao. Don't look at him as cold and cold on the surface, no one cares about him, but in reality, who knows what he's doing outside."

"There's a group of sloppy people on the bed, no one can't click their tongues when they see that."

After the green clothes finished speaking, three voices came from the dormitory: "defeat".

The roommates were relieved, and only then did they see Pei Huan.

"You are back."

Pei Huan and Zhao Di each put their meals on the table.

Lin Chang put away his mobile phone and immediately went to it: "Hey, do you have mine?"

Pei Huan: "No."

Lin Chang didn't mind: "It's okay, I'll rub some."

Pei Huan's voice was impatient: "Did you tell me, don't you understand?"

Lin Chang swallowed, and heard Pei Huan say again: "We are going to eat."

This is usually nothing to say, but here it is an obvious order to evict guests.

No one dared to say anything, and Lin Chang also stood up awkwardly.

Pei Huan said again: "Don't gossip about others in my dormitory from now on."

Lin Chang: "Oh."

After the door closed, Zhao Di said in disgust, "Why is he here again?"

The roommate who just finished playing the game was very helpless: "Who knows, the door opened and came in, playing games arguing, and another batch of food."

Another roommate: "I won a game in one afternoon, speechless."

"Speechless, don't you want to drive away?"

"Where can I drive away? It's not like you don't know."

"I'm only afraid of Pei Huan."

"Rory is chatty and has been arguing."

"Forget it, let's eat. The lost star will call Pei Huan back at night."

Pei Huan smiled: "Am I so free?"

The two said in unison: "Our brother Huan is the best."

The four of them split the meal together, and after sitting down, Zhao Di asked, "Who did Lin Chang just talk about? What's wrong with it?"

Yu Nan said: "Tell Yan Zimi."

"Snapped."

Pei Huanzheng took apart the disposable chopsticks and raised his eyelids.

"It must be what happened to his younger brother and Yan Zimi," Zhao Di said disdainfully, "Talking about others all day long."

Xiaodong agreed: "Yeah, no one believes me when I keep talking about these nonsense things."

Speaking of Yan Zimi, Zhao Di said: "Speaking of Yan Zimi, today we Huan met him at the convenience store."

The two roommates looked back at Pei Huan together and asked, "Are you handsome?"

Zhao Di was amused by their expressions: "Brother Huan said, that's it."

Yu Nan: "..."

Xiaodong: "..."

Pei Huan is Pei Huan.

Brother Huan is a straight man.

In the eyes of these three roommates, oh no, in the eyes of many people, no one can be as cool as Pei Huan.

This kid is actually the youngest one in the dormitory, but everyone just likes to call him brother.

At the first meeting, he was impressed by his appearance, and later got along with him. He has strong ability and good grades, lazy and disinterested in managing people but decisive, handsome and cool.

The point is that he doesn't have to worry about group work.

People don't talk too much, and they have been together for two years, and they haven't found any problems at all. Who doesn't love this.

Of course, in their eyes, there was no one more straight than Pei Huan.

He is not the kind of person who needs to explain that I am a straight man, he is the kind of straight man who thinks that I am a straight man at first glance, and even gets along with him until he can't get along.

No need to say much, purebred science produces brains, and science produces thinking.

What's more, that kind of thing has happened before.

The dorms were playing their own things again, but after eating for a while, Zhao Di became curious again: "By the way, Pei Huan, didn't you talk to Yan Zimi in the store, what did you talk about?"

Pei Huan unscrewed the water he brought back: "It's nothing."

The sun was not so strong at noon the next day.

Yan Zimi took the painting to the booth, and everyone has basically set it up.

Seeing someone approaching, one of the seniors inside laughed immediately: "You're finally here."

The senior sister hurriedly placed Yan Zimi's painting in the middle, and said to him, "Thank you very much, don't run away."

Yan Zimi: "Don't run away."

After he finished speaking, he stood beside him.

Today is to promote their activity called "Discover the artistic cells around you", saying that art has no boundaries, and invite everyone to actively participate.

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with Yan Zimi, it's just because that senior sister did him a favor when he was a freshman, and he returned the favor today.

So Yan Zimi's task today is very simple.

Just stand.

The booth they set up was at the entrance of the cafeteria with the largest traffic flow. Because Yan Zimi stopped like this, more people came to inquire.

But Yan Zimi.

how to say……

Seeing him bowing his head while talking, the senior sister shook her head and clicked her tongue.

He answers every question, although he is concise and polite, but that expressionless face always gives people a feeling that what you are asking is clearly written in black and white.

She paid attention to several times, and every girl who came to ask was cautious, for fear of saying too much.

After another girl from Yan Zimi left with a leaflet, the senior couldn't help it.

It just so happened that she was over, so she walked over.

"Zi Mi."

Yan Zimi turned his head.

Senior sister put on a smile: "Can you smile?"

Yan Zimi asked: "Why?"

Senior sister: "...Forget it, you can still stand like this."

Also good.

Even so, many people came to ask.

But later, someone actually asked for Yan Zimi's WeChat.

Of course, Yan Zimi didn't intend to give it away, so she came to ask the active senior sister of WeChat to take over the bag.

Later, the senior sister simply stood by Yan Zimi's side.

Just be a vase, and the rest of the seniors will come.

When Pei Huan came out from the cafeteria and saw Yan Zimi, Yan Zimi had been standing there for almost an hour.

The stall under the big umbrella was very lively, surrounded by men and women, but Pei Huan still saw him at a glance.

A white coat, black trousers, and a pair of small white shoes underneath.

It seems that he has a separate area, no matter what others talk or make noise, he stands there alone.

daze……

It is a flesh and blood humanoid stand.

Because of Pei Huan's slowed pace, his three roommates also looked over there.

Zhao Di was the first to get excited: "Yan Zimi! Let's go and have a look."

So four people came over.

A group of people in front just took the leaflets and left, so they took advantage of the opportunity to stand over.

Just right, Pei Huan was beside Yan Zimi.

"Ok?"

Yan Zimi was visibly taken aback by Pei Huan's sudden appearance.

Pei Huan heard the voice, and he followed suit: "Huh?"

Yan Zimi was very strange, he blushed before saying anything.

The redness started from the base of the ears, and Pei Huan watched him blush up to his cheeks.

He smiled without knowing it, lowered his head and picked up the leaflet: "What is this?"

Yan Zimi was originally facing the road. When Pei Huan asked, he turned sideways and faced Pei Huan: "This is an activity of our department."

Pei Huan asked, "What event?"

The senior standing by the side wanted to come over and explain, but Yan Zimi spoke first.

"An activity for non-art students," Yan Zimi also took the flyer: "Because there are many people who are very good at drawing besides professionals, so they organized this and wanted everyone to participate," Yan Zimi thought I wanted to say again: "It's just a small game."

Pei Huan nodded.

While Yan Zimi was explaining, he also finished reading the flyer.

But unfortunately: "I can't draw."

Yan Zimi shook his head: "It's okay."

Pei Huan glanced at the group of paintings behind him, and asked Yan Zimi, "Do you have any of yours?"

Yan Zimi said, "The biggest one."

Pei Huan nodded: "In the middle."

Yan Zimi didn't know what Pei Huan meant, his heart seemed to be beating fast again, and he coughed suddenly.

He didn't cough well, the wind came into his throat a bit, he covered his mouth and turned his head to cough again.

"Cold?" Pei Huan asked him, turning his head.

Yan Zimi thought for a while: "Yes."

Pei Huan said: "I still drink ice water when I have a cold."

Yan Zimi blinked and paused before saying, "I'm sorry."

Pei Huan smiled a little: "Say sorry to me?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

Pei Huan: "Tell yourself."

Yan Zimi's face was getting redder and redder with the naked eye, but the sun was so dark that others might not be able to see anything.

Pei Huan asked again: "Why did you buy me water yesterday?"

Yan Zimi was obviously a little embarrassed, looking down at the flyer.

Then he said, "Do one good deed every day."

Pei Huan smiled again: "What?"

Yan Zimi also smiled.

It's kind of funny.

He shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Only then did Pei Huan notice the small mole on the tip of Yan Zimi's nose, and it was only when he smiled that he noticed it.

Maybe it's an art student's fault, Pei Huan didn't think much about it.

He nodded, put down the flyer and prepared to leave.

But already turned around, he turned back again.

Yan Zimi: "What's wrong?"

Pei Huan lowered his head and took his mobile phone, and after a few operations, he clicked on the WeChat QR code.

He handed the phone to Yan Zimi: "Is it convenient?"

Yan Zimi also took out his phone from his pocket: "It's convenient."

"Di."

A very small voice spread in this small piece of air.

Yan Zimi took back the phone: "Okay."

Pei Huan also took back his phone: "Thank you."

Yan Zimi: "You're welcome."