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Jing Rong stayed in the dance studio for two and a half hours.

When it was close to meal time, he ended the training with a slightly flustered breath, pressed his legs to calm down his breathing, and then got up to leave.

There was no one in the men's changing room. He closed the door and found the small cabinet where he put his things. He was caught off guard and saw a bottle of mineral water next to his schoolbag.

He paused for a while, glanced around before picking up the mineral water, the brand was Wahaha, it was very common, and there was nothing special about it.

But he squinted his eyes to look at the sign, and couldn't help but think of the junior music festival not long after school started. He seemed to buy Qu Yu this brand of mineral water. At that time, Qu Mu thought that he bought it for her.

Thinking of the illusion in the dance room, he had a subtle hesitation.

Perhaps this brand of mineral water was just bought by a suitor by mistake and placed next to his schoolbag, but combined with the faces he glanced at just now, he will inevitably put them together for comparison and consideration.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head slightly, suppressing the doubts in his heart, thinking it was just a coincidence.

The mineral water was put back into the small cabinet, Jing Rong changed his clothes, and left with his schoolbag.

Not long after he left, someone stopped where he was standing just now, as if thinking about something, his slender white hands took out the bottle of mineral water from the cabinet, and shook it slightly.

The time was not in a hurry, Jing Rong took a taxi at the school gate and went back to his residence.

The community is completely closed and managed, and taxis can't get in. He got off at the gate, and the automatic door slowly opened after swiping with the door card.

His steps are neither too fast nor too slow, but he walks neatly on the road, and the measure of every step is subconsciously controlled, and he has formed muscle memory.

When turning a certain building, he suddenly had the illusion of being stared at.

The footsteps did not stop, but the eyes were already subconsciously searching in private, looking for suspicious persons.

Until he entered the unit door, the feeling of being stared at did not dissipate, but he couldn't find the hiding place of the other party.

Jing Rong stood in the elevator, thought for a while, and chose the 16th floor instead of the 17th floor where he was.

After a while, the elevator stopped on the 17th floor.

Jing Rong came out and stood outside the elevator door, quietly watching the red number keep jumping down, and finally stopped at 1.

He remained motionless, and within a few seconds of watching, the red numbers began to jump again.

Jing Rong stared at the numbers continuously jumping up, but the elevator did not stop at the 17th floor, but stopped at the 16th floor.

With a flick of his ear, he heard the sound of the elevator door opening, and within a few seconds, the sound of entering the password to unlock and enter the door came.

Jing Rong was a little hesitant, maybe he was too sensitive today, and all the coincidences were piled up together, so it was inevitable that he would have the illusion of being watched.

He shook his head and walked down the stairs.

The community still adopts the design of two households on one floor, and a combination lock is installed uniformly, and the door can also be unlocked with a key.

He stood in front of the door of 1602, put his hand on the combination lock and was about to open the door. If he felt something, he turned his head and looked at 1601. He moved here for more than half a month, but there was no movement on the opposite side. For some reason, people suddenly moved in today. .

Jing Rong withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, took out the key from his schoolbag, unlocked it with a click, and entered the door.

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At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Jing Rong was walking on campus, heading for the art building.

He always likes to arrive early, so that he won't appear embarrassed and hasty, and is more decent and calm.

According to the address given by Zhang Yuhan, he stood still outside the door of the first rehearsal room on the left on the second floor, knocked three times calmly, and pushed open the closed door.

The rehearsal room was quiet, as if even the flowing air subconsciously restrained its sound, so the boy who sat by the window and watched the script quietly felt more and more peaceful.

The afternoon sun gently shone on the other party's carefully groomed light chestnut curly short hair, creating a light halo. The crow-black eyelashes trembled slightly, and were dyed a little light golden by the light, slightly contrasting with the hair color.

His eyebrows are high and his eyes are deep, his nose is straight and his lips are thin, his skin is porcelain white, and he looks like a little mixed blood, like a little prince who doesn't know much about the world.

The other party was sitting sideways, with half of his face facing the door, and he could only see the silver-white earphones stuffed into his delicately contoured ears, and the long earphone cable went down the swan's neck and was always hidden in the pocket of the thin coat.

As if aware of an intruder, the other party raised his eyebrows slightly and looked sideways.

Seeing the other person's face clearly, Jing Rong suddenly realized that he hadn't seen each other for more than half a month, and he didn't expect to meet again on such an occasion.

Seeing him, Qu Yu was very calm, just nodded his head lightly as a greeting, then continued to look down at the script.

With the other party acting like this, Jing Rong couldn't turn around and leave. He forced himself to close the door, sat down in the chair farthest from the other party, and also took out the script and looked down quietly.

It's just that the atmosphere was too quiet, and although the other party's voice of turning pages was small, it could be heard clearly.

Jing Rong could barely read the lines at first, but after the other party turned over two pages, he became a little distracted.

The gauze had been removed from the other party's head, and it seemed that he was recovering well. The severity of Zhang Song's punishment was acceptable. Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction. Maybe he made the right choice at the beginning. After separation, they really have a better life.

However, Jing Rong was still vaguely unsteady in his heart.

He thought about it, probably because the other party lied to him so many times, but he just broke up and let each other go, and his psychology was unbalanced.

After thinking clearly in this way, he breathed a sigh of relief, stopped paying attention to the other party, and retracted his gaze from the corner of the eye, concentrating on the script.

However, he had just watched two paragraphs when he suddenly heard a sound. He raised his head subconsciously and saw that Qu Yu, who was sitting on the chair just now, had fallen to the ground at some point.

The other party's delicate eyebrows were frowned. The printed A4 papers were not bound and scattered all over the place. He ignored himself and reached out to pick up the papers.

Only then did Jing Rong discover the chair with a limped leg.

The rehearsal room is assigned to the club. This rehearsal room is managed by the drama club. There are some props. It is not surprising that there are deliberately old and damaged chairs.

It can only be said that Qu Yu was unlucky, and happened to choose a bad chair.

But after being deceived by the other party, Jing Rong couldn't help but think a little more. He moved his eyes back and forth between the boy who lowered his head to pick up the paper and the crooked and lame chair, and suspected that the other party might have done it on purpose. .

Qu Yu didn't look at him the whole time, and she didn't seem to notice his gaze. After picking up the paper without changing her expression, she walked towards him with her arms in her arms, and found a chair at a certain distance from him. Down.

This time, Qu Yu checked the stability of the chair before sitting down.

Jing Rong looked away, and couldn't help but feel ashamed for the suspicion just now.

He is not someone who would speculate on other people's actions with the worst malice, but perhaps he was scared by Qu Yukeng, and he couldn't help thinking about it when he saw the other party's movement.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that when the two were still together, the other party once said that he wished him to think more. At that time, he thought he thought enough, but he didn't expect that after we separated, we only thought more.

Jing Rong couldn't help but sigh, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he lowered his head not wanting to think about it.

"The chair is broken, I knew it before I sat down."

A voice suddenly sounded.

Jing Rong's originally restrained attention was drawn by the other party again, he raised his eyelids, and looked sideways at Qu Yu.

At some point, Qu Yu took off the earphones, and the slender and long earphone wires hung loosely around her neck, adding a bit of laziness and relaxation.

His facial features are all well-groomed, but his eyes are exceptionally good. The fan-shaped double eyelids are moderately wide, the silkworms are full and full, the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, and the eyeballs are extremely black, like a drop of ink, falling on the white nephrite jade, so beautiful It's hard to find the right one.

Jing Rong fell into his gaze and was a little dazed. It took a few seconds for him to realize what the other party meant by what he just said.

Guessing the response from the person concerned, Jing Rong did not feel complacent about guessing, but became more and more uncomfortable.

The other party noticed his gaze and thoughts early in the morning, and found a somewhat subtle moment to confess, as if he had timed it right and waited for him on purpose.

"It's also intentional to say it now, and your guesses are all right." Qu Yu continued to speak unhurriedly.

Jing Rong frowned slightly, with a feeling of being seen through, which made him a little annoyed.

"I don't pay as much attention to you as you think, so don't think too much about it." Jing Rong couldn't help retorting, but a faint guilt rose in his heart after speaking.

He pretended to be calm, and temporarily removed himself from his memory when he looked at the other party just now.

Qu Yu just smiled meaningfully: "So that's the case."

The ending sound is slightly elongated, with a hint of teasing.

Jing Rong couldn't help becoming more and more annoyed, and his guilt soared. He opened his mouth and was about to refute the other party again, but he was surprised that he fell into the other party's trap.

He had seen the other party's powerful speech skills, so he straightened his lips and stopped talking to the other party.

Qu Yu didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and looked down at the script, as if the brief confrontation just now was just an illusion.

Jing Rong flipped through the paper, but his mood became a little restless.

They were not far apart, about four chairs away. The other party did not open the window after entering, and the air in the room was not as circulated as outside, so all kinds of smells mixed together, which was slightly rotten.

But Jing Rong suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of gardenia, which didn't come from him, but faintly penetrated into his nostrils, like frivolous fingers caressing his chin carefully, or like an ambiguous little hook Constantly testing him.

Jing Rong closed his eyes. Apart from him, there was only Qu Yu, who happened to use the same type of toiletries as him.

There is no doubt that this smell is emanating from the other party.

It's just that this gardenia fragrance is not as pure as his body, it is also mixed with some other sweet and greasy smell, which becomes thicker when mixed together, and the sweetness is a bit confusing.

Jing Rong lightly pressed his temples to dispel his thoughts, opened his eyes and looked at the other party cautiously.

This time Qu Yu didn't say anything to tease him, as if he didn't notice what he was thinking at the moment.

Jing Rong couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, the feeling of being seen through was not very good, although he couldn't say he hated it, he didn't like it either.

It's just that the fragrant and soft smell kept gushing towards him, which made him more or less awkward, but now that he was sitting in a different place, it seemed that he was stage frightened, so he continued to sit and read the script without changing his face, but his attention was already gone. Did not fall between the lines.

"Am I good-looking?" Qu Yu's smiling voice sounded again, unhurried like a hunter who is sure to win, "Senior seems to be watching me all the time."

"Look, you're looking at me again."

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