I'm covering this scholar

Lin You's words were cut short, he watched in astonishment a familiar yet unfamiliar person walked in and stood beside Lao Yang.

Wearing a somewhat large sweater, he looks tall and thin. When he walks around, he has a little width, which outlines a thin figure of a young man. His fine black hair hangs on his eyebrows, and the shadows cast by him make his eyes hard to see clearly. The whole person looked a little cold.

The side effects of the hangover seemed to come back belatedly at this time. He lowered his head hastily, pressed one hand on his stomach, and his fingertips turned blue and white.

Zhou He in front didn't notice it, and turned his head to talk to him.

But he couldn't hear anything, the supposedly noisy classroom was as quiet as a lake, only the voice of the person in front was clearly in his ear.

"Hi everyone, my name is Zhuo Jue..."

"..."

"Brother, my name is Zhuo Jue, I feel it."

"Why not call it Zhuo Ming, sleepy."

"..."

"Hey, Brother Lin, Brother Lin!" Someone bumped his desk, "Lao Yang is calling you."

Lin You didn't know that he looked so pale that he could go directly to the hospital, but he startled Lao Yang who wanted to reprimand him, and his voice slowed down quite a bit.

"What did you do last night? Are you feeling unwell? Your face is so white?"

"No, just a little stomachache."

"Go to the infirmary if you have something to do, don't hold back." Lao Yang glanced at him worriedly, then scanned the entire classroom, and was embarrassed to find that there was no room left.

"Wait a minute," he turned his head and said to Zhuo Jue, grabbing two boys at random, "You two go to the empty classroom over there to move a pair of desks and stools."

"Look, there is no deskmate in our class. For the time being, you can only sit at the end first. We will change seats after a while."

"It's ok."

Although Lin You lowered his head, he couldn't help looking up from the corner of the corner of his eye, but it happened to meet Zhuo Jue's gaze.

What are you looking at, he thought.

who knows you.

He lowered his head and missed Zhuo Jue Yaoyao's eyes.

When I was emotional, my eyes were slightly red and sore.

"Teacher, I want to sit behind Lin You, is that okay?"

What is this for, Lin You thought.

But he just lowered his head indifferently, doing his best to pretend to have a stomachache, neither curious nor surprised.

"You two know each other?" Lao Yang was startled, his eyes moved between the two.

"Alright." Lao Yang thought for a while and agreed.

A pair of tables and chairs were filled behind him creakingly, bringing a new breath.

It would be a lie to say that I am not surprised, but it is also true to resist.

He didn't dare to take the things that were lost and regained. Instead of being terrified of losing them again, it's better to be more straightforward.

Lin You didn't even have time to take another look at Zhuo Jue. Lao Yang wasted a bit of time introducing his new classmates, and now he was talking about the new lesson without a break. It looks like it won't come down.He propped his head up, on the surface he was listening to the class, but in his heart he was confused and had an absurd feeling that couldn't be realized.

It's really that this plot is a bit too nonsense, not to mention why Zhuojue transferred to his class so cleverly, not to mention that he is obviously two years younger than himself, how could he appear in this grade.

Is this a coincidence?

He kept his head down all the time, but he recognized it right away, thinking a bit more, did he come here because of him?

Then why did he leave without saying goodbye?

Lin You didn't dare to ask, nor was she willing to ask.

Forget it, it's all over, why bother to obsess about that shitty thing when I was a child, how childish, how... worthless.

It's just a long-lost playmate.

He thought he had figured it out, and finally began to concentrate on listening to the teacher's lecture, but the teacher's voice seemed to be floating in the sky, and the breathing of the people behind him was close at hand, and he couldn't ignore every breath.