The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

During the break, a girl came to find Wen Yan to form a team.

The girl was a little shy and spoke in a low voice: "Student Wen, can we form a group, they are all full."

Wen Yan nodded in agreement, smiled and said, "It's okay, we can practice first."

Then the two went to the playground to practice badminton without even looking at Jiang Han.

Looking at the talking and laughing scene in the distance, Jiang Han was blocked and took out his mobile phone to divert his attention.

But the eyes will always drift to that side unconsciously.

After Wen Yan passed away, girls kept coming to him to practice.

Although Wen Yan doesn't talk much in class, he has an easy-going temperament. He is usually gentle and polite to others, and he will patiently answer questions every time, so he is very popular in the class.

Many girls like to ask him questions.

I don't know what was said there, a girl took out her phone and added Wen Yan's WeChat, and Wen Yan was smiling the whole time.

Jiang Han suddenly felt uncomfortable watching it, and he couldn't explain why.

The 10-minute training ended quickly, and Wen Yan walked over.

"Why did she add you on WeChat?" Jiang Han asked with no emotion on his face.

Wen Yan took a sip of the yogurt, and the girl sent a message, typing back, without looking at Jiang Han: "Ask some questions."

"Do you need to add WeChat for the question?"

"When she came home and encountered a question she didn't understand, she said she wanted to ask me."

Jiang Han frowned, and his tone was not very happy: "Then you agreed?"

Some girls have already used these tricks on him in junior high school, and it is clear that the ulterior motives are not drinking.

Wen Yan looked up at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Otherwise, it's just a WeChat."

Jiang Han realized that he was already too sensitive, Wen Yan didn't like girls, and said a little relaxedly, "Oh, the spirit of helping others is very good."

The sun was too high, and after practice, everyone played in the shade under the tree and huddled together.

Wen Yan was drinking yogurt while playing kitchen games, took a sip of yogurt, and tapped the screen with relish.

Jiang Han looked at it for a while and said, "I'm only five levels lower than you."

Wen Yan pointed to the "joint shop opening" option, called up the QR code and moved the phone over.

Jiang Han took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code, he said cheerfully, "What kind of store name do you want?"

"up to you."

After thinking for a few seconds, Jiang Han changed the storefront to "Happiness Store".

"Tacky." Wen Yan commented.

"It sounds good, isn't it good to be happy?"

Jiang Han helped Wen Yan with his hands, washing vegetables, washing pots, and delivering seasonings, the waiter in the shop did a good job.

After being promoted to another level, Jiang Han said, "The stitches are about to be removed."

There is also "stitch removal" in the game, Wen Yan glanced at his feet and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Jiang Han was happy, so he tactfully said: "Of course, it would be best if you could accompany me."

Soon the free time came, and Luo Qing organized a run after class.

After running two laps, get out of class was over.

Because the get out of class ended early, there was no one in the playground after all the classes were over.

"Go to the cafeteria." Jiang Han came over and said.

Wen Yan was a little out of breath after running: "Yes."

When the two walked to the lawn, a girl fainted. It was a girl in the class, and her companion was overwhelmed with anxiety.

"Can anyone help to send it to the infirmary!"

But at this time, the boys were almost gone, and everyone hadn't finished class yet, and the remaining few girls couldn't lift it.

Wen Yan walked over to check: "Why did you faint?"

"I don't know, I just passed out after walking well."

The girl spoke incoherently, as if she saw a savior: "Student Wen, I can help you, thank you very much."

"Don't worry, it should just be hypoglycemia."

Wen Yan's calm tone gave people an inexplicable comfort, and the girl was moved to tears instantly, and her eyes were full of gratitude and admiration for Wen Yan.

"Go to the infirmary first."

Jiang Han felt uncomfortable watching from the side. Seeing Wen Yan squatting down to pick up the girl, he immediately blurted out: "I can do it."

Wen Yan glanced at him, then continued with the movement of his hands: "Why do you have a foot injury?"

Jiang Han was discouraged, hating his own feet for being so unsatisfactory at this moment.

Wen Yan had already walked away with his back behind his back, Jiang Han bowed his head and followed.

When we arrived at the infirmary, the girl had already woken up, and the school doctor said it was hypoglycemia.

After hearing what happened, the girl was very grateful to Wen Yan: "Student Wen, Classmate Jiang, thank you for carrying me to the infirmary."

Wen Yan said no thanks, and urged: "Take a good rest."

After coming out of the school doctor's office, the cafeteria was almost full of people, and the queues were all lined up.

"Let's go out and eat." Jiang Han said.

After a lot of tossing, Wen Yan's complexion was already a little rosy, and he said, "Okay."

I found a place with few people and air-conditioning. The weather was hot and I didn't have much appetite. I ordered cold noodle dishes. Jiang Han ordered a crayfish and iced lotus root noodles.

Liangpi and crayfish are slightly spicy.

After eating the cold skin, Jiang Han peeled the crayfish for Wen Yan.

Wen Yan ate for a while, then asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

The peeled shrimp meat was bright red and plump, and looked very appetizing, and it had already filled the small bowl in front of Wen Yan.

Jiang Han looked at his bright red lips, and couldn't hold back a smile: "I ordered for you, the crayfish and lotus root noodles here are excellent."

He added, "I wanted to bring you here for a long time."

Wen Yan got a little tipsy from eating, said "oh", and took another mouthful of lotus root powder with a spoon, put it in his mouth and savored it carefully, his eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction.

Seeing that Wen Yan was almost done eating, Jiang Han took off his gloves and ate the remaining shrimp in Wen Yan's bowl.

After eating a few, she held another one to Wen Yan's mouth with chopsticks: "Eat another one, this one is very big."

Wen Yan was a little embarrassed, looked around, opened his mouth and bit.

His eyes narrowed again.

After eating and licking their feet, the two sat on a chair to rest.

The air conditioner is very cold, which is in stark contrast to the heat outside.

I booked a small attic-style private room on the second floor. Through the curtain, you can see the lakeside scene outside. The scenery in early summer is very good.

After resting for a while, the two were playing kitchen games, planning to go to class when the time was almost up.

Fascinated by the game, Jiang Han unconsciously wanted to hug Wen Yan's waist with his hands, but only halfway through the ring did he realize that he was outside, and put it back embarrassingly.

After playing a game, Jiang Han lightly bumped Wen Yan with his hand: "Isn't that your friend?"

Wen Yan looked up.

On the second floor opposite, Lin Zhi and Yang Qian were also dining. It was a very peaceful atmosphere. Yang Qian should have finished eating and was playing with his phone with his head down.

Not knowing what to say, Lin Zhi kept tilting his head and looking at Yang Qian quietly.

Wen Yan's eyes darkened, and he looked away.

"Yang Qian is actually a nice person, but sometimes he has a quick temper." Wen Yan said.

Jiang Han slightly raised his eyebrows: "I see."

Otherwise, the basketball court would not remind him that day.

"How did they meet?"

Jiang Han asked curiously, Lin Zhi didn't seem to have any relationship with a school bully like Yang Qian.

Wen Yan glanced at Jiang Han: "Lin Zhi hit him."

"Who?" Jiang Han didn't react for a moment, he was surprised, "Then your friend is really generous, but Lin Zhi can beat Yang Qian?"

Wen Yan said quietly: "Sneak attack."

Jiang Han was even more surprised, and wanted to say what kind of hatred.

But seeing Wen Yan looking at him, he immediately thought of Wen Yan's "sneak attack" when the two met for the first time.

Although not on purpose.

"Well, that..." He coughed, stretched out his hand to gently hug Wen Yan's waist, a little bit of a gesture of affection, "I wanted to try your skills that day, I didn't want to hurt you."

Wen Yan pushed, but couldn't move, a little annoyed: "Let go."

"Oh..." Jiang Han slowly withdrew his hand.

Wen Yan stood up and said, "Let's go, class is about to start."

People have moved on.

Jiang Han picked up their school uniforms from behind and followed.

In the classroom, Wang Junlin asked: "Brother Han, Wen Xueba, where did you go at noon, I didn't see you."

"Eat outside." Jiang Han replied.

Wang Junlin stared wide-eyed: "You don't ask us to eat delicious food, it's not moral."

After speaking, he looked at Wu Fei, and was about to complain together, but seeing Wu Fei addicted to his mobile phone, he didn't even need to think about who he was sending messages to.

Obviously everyone is single, why did he feel the inexplicable smell of dog food.

Looking at Jiang Han again, he fanned Wen Yan, handed him water, and brought him snacks, all in a fawning manner.

Wang Junlin didn't see it, lamenting that the former iron-blooded school bully had degenerated into a young wife at home, glanced around, and went to play Doudizhu silently by himself to find comfort.

He is going to stay away from these people recently.

In the afternoon, Jiang Jiaguo came into the classroom to emphasize the matter. There have been many fights outside the school in the final exam three weeks later and in the past few days, so don't get involved.

"It's probably from the Sports Academy and the Art Academy." Someone said.

"I heard that the one from the art academy was fired, but it wasn't the one who was beaten."

"Ah, what's going on? Although... this is so fucking cool!"

"I don't know, I also heard from others. I heard that someone sent something anonymously..."

In the corner by the window, Wen Yan glanced at Jiang Han.

Jiang Han touched his nose with his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with me..."

Wen Yan looked at him: "Really?"

Jiang Han: "Actually, there is, so a little...relationship." Afraid that the gentle words would not be believed, he emphasized, "It's really just a little."

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze and said nothing.