he is afraid, he pretends

Wu Luming's brows gradually furrowed, and he began to look up and down Cen Xiwen.

The office fell into a moment of silence, until Cen Xiwen suddenly chuckled.

He put the notebook in his hand on the table, stood in front of Wu Luming, and took off the thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Probably because he was afraid that Wu Luming could not see clearly, he held his glasses, bent slightly, and moved closer to Wu Luming.

Wu Luming glanced down at the black-rimmed glasses he was carrying.

The lenses are very thin and don't look like prescriptions.

He withdrew his gaze, and then looked at Cen Xiwen's face leaning in front of him.

Cen Xiwen's appearance was rather delicate, and his facial lines were very smooth, but unfortunately, a scar on his left eyelid seriously damaged the harmony of his entire face.

The area of ​​the scar was not large, just where the heavy black-framed glasses frame could cover, but the wound was quite deep, and it looked like an old wound left by something scratching.

The moment Wu Luming saw the scar, his face instantly sank.

He pressed against the seat and was about to retreat, but Cen Xiwen seemed to have expected it, and grabbed the armrests on both sides of his seat first.

Seeing this, Wu Luming didn't move anymore.

He looked at Cen Xiwen indifferently, and his voice could not hear the ups and downs of emotion: "Let go, if you still want your hand."

Cen Xiwen chuckled, as if he was about to speak, when another voice rang out from the door.

"Little Ming?"

The sudden noise made the two of them look out in unison.

Wen Siyuan stood at the door, wearing an off-white T-shirt, his hair was a little messed up by the wind, and he looked like he came here in a hurry.

The moment Wu Luming met Wen Siyuan's eyes, Cen Xiwen's lowered voice came from next to his ear.

"He's as stupid as a blank slate, you shouldn't have chosen him."

After the words fell, Cen Xiwen put on his glasses calmly as if nothing had happened, then picked up the notebook on the desk again, turned to the door, and respectfully said to Wen Siyuan: "Mr. Wen, I will replace Mr. Xu. Take the notes from our class, Teacher Xu is still waiting, I will go first."

Wen Siyuan nodded politely when he was about to walk to the door.

After Cen Xiwen left, Wen Siyuan walked into the office.

Seeing this, Wu Luming got up and took the wallet on the table, handed it to Wen Siyuan and said, "I thought you were going to pick it up at noon."

"There is a 10-minute break between classes." Wen Siyuan took the wallet handed over by Wu Luming, thanked him, and asked, "Where are you going next?"

"Go back to school." Wu Luming took the phone on the table and looked at the time, "It's almost eleven o'clock, I'll go back to have a meal, and it's almost time for afternoon classes."

Wen Siyuan nodded, and he put away the wallet that Wu Luming gave him. After putting it away, he suddenly asked, "Do you want to have lunch at Y University?"

Wu Luming was taken aback: "Canteen?"

"Well, have you eaten here before?"

Wu Luming shook his head: "No, but I heard that the boiled fish in the Y canteen is quite famous."

"Well, the fish meal at that store is also delicious, you can try it first, come back when you have a chance, and I will take you to eat something else."

So Wu Luming's lunch was finalized.

Although Wen Siyuan didn't have time to have lunch with Wu Luming in the cafeteria, he still had time to lead Wu Luming to the cafeteria.

The canteen of University Y is very large, with four floors in total, and each floor has an average of more than 20 merchants.

Wen Siyuan took Wu Luming to the third floor.

It was not until eleven o'clock, and there were not too many people in the cafeteria, but in such an empty situation, there was a small queue in front of the boiled fish.

The line is not long, only seven or eight people, but because the side dishes in the boiled fish need to be selected and added by yourself, it still took about 5 minutes for two people to line up.

After receiving the number plate, Wen Siyuan took Wu Luming to find a seat by the window.

When he sat down, he looked at the time and saw that there was still time, so he said to Wu Luming, "I'm going on a business trip for two days this time, and I'll probably be home on Sunday afternoon."

Wu Luming has been a little absent-minded since he left the office. He listened to a few key words in what Wen Siyuan said, and nodded in agreement.

Wen Siyuan glanced at him: "I read the weather forecast, there will be heavy rain tomorrow night, if you go out during the day tomorrow, don't forget to close the windows again."

Wu Luming nodded in agreement again.

Wen Siyuan glanced at Wu Luming again, this time he was silent for a while, and then said again: "Your meal is ready."

Wu Luming continued to agree and nodded.

After a moment of silence, Wu Luming suddenly came back to his senses, stood up and asked, "Did you finish your meal?"

As he spoke, he picked up the number plate on the table, and was about to go to get the meal, but he heard the call from the side of the boiled fish first.

"number 10."

Wu Luming looked down at the number plate in his hand - No. 12.

He instantly looked at Wen Siyuan with doubts on his face: "Brother Yuan?"

Wen Siyuan sat upright, looked up at him, and said calmly, "Did you listen to me just now?"

Wu Luming instantly acted like a puppy who knew he was wrong. He put down his ears and obediently sat back in his seat, repeating honestly: "Yes, you are going on a business trip for two days. It will rain tomorrow night, so remember to close the windows."

Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming silently for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Do you know Cen Xiwen?"

Wu Luming was taken aback by the sudden change of topic, but he quickly nodded in agreement: "I used to know each other."

Wen Siyuan nodded slowly, and did not continue speaking for a while.

Just when Wu Luming thought the question was over, Wen Siyuan's voice suddenly sounded again.

"What were you doing in the office just now?"

"What are you doing?" Wu Luming looked at Wen Siyuan strangely, "Talked for a few words."

Wen Siyuan nodded slowly again, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, the call from the side of the boiled fish sounded first.

"Number 12." Wu Luming picked up the number plate and said to Wen Siyuan, "I'm going to get the food first."

The portion of boiled fish was huge, and the shopkeeper gave a tray and told Wu Luming that he could add rice for free.

Wu Luming returned to his seat with the boiled fish in his hand.

Wen Siyuan on the opposite side seemed to be about to speak, but Wu Luming didn't notice. He picked up the chopsticks and stirred up the ingredients floating on the boiled fish, and asked casually, "Brother Yuan, didn't you just say that get out of class is only in 10 minutes? Look, it's already eleven o'clock."

Wen Siyuan paused, picked up his phone and checked the time, it was exactly eleven o'clock.

He put down his phone again, and said softly, "They have to do a set of test papers 10 minutes before the next class, and I have handed over the test papers to the class representative."

Wu Luming nodded in understanding, but quickly said, "Then it will take about ten minutes from here to the teaching building?"

Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming who had already started eating: "Seven to eight minutes."

"Then you have to go back quickly," Wu Luming chewed the fish in his mouth, smiled at Wen Siyuan and said thoughtfully, "It doesn't matter if I'm alone here, I've already remembered the way, and I won't get lost."

Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming silently for a while this time, and finally said again: "Okay, then I'll go back first."

Wu Luming nodded, smiled obediently and waved to him.

Wen Siyuan's eyes were locked on Wu Luming's waving hand for a long time, then he got up and said softly: "Be careful on the way back."

After saying that, he turned and left.

After walking about a dozen steps away, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look in Wu Luming's direction.

Wu Luming was spooning soup into the rice, repeating this action for nearly half a minute, obviously in a state of trance.

Until a spoonful of soup accidentally spilled out of the bowl, his hands seemed to be splashed.

He stopped his movements, frowned and looked at the place where his hands were burned, and finally stopped the action of continuing to spoon the soup and started to eat.

Seeing him start eating, Wen Siyuan looked away and left the third floor of the cafeteria.

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