first love

The holiday was over, and it was time for class again, Wen Lan took a seat in the front row, forcing Xie Nanqun to sit under the nose of the teacher helplessly.

The teacher of this course is a professor in the department. He is old, but has very good eyesight. Before each class, he must be named and recognized. It is said that part of the final final score comes from this.Most of the students in the class were immersed in the aftertaste of the holiday, their eyes were black and blue, and they seemed to be lacking in energy.The teacher snorted coldly, not intending to sympathize with these young people, and opened the sign-in booklet: "Liu Yang, Guo Minmin, Zheng Yi..."

After a round of names passed, Xie Nanqun began to feel drowsy, which was in stark contrast to Wen Lan who was concentrating on it.When the teacher rolled the roll, he also said casually: "Xie Nanqun, learn from Wen Lan, how about letting people occupy your seat and doze off every day!"

When the people under the podium heard what he said, they all looked at the two of them and burst out laughing.

"Yes, I promise to listen carefully to the class." Xie Nanqun replied lazily.

Seeing him listless, Wen Lan next to him secretly took out a marshmallow from his bag, put it on the table and pushed it over.Xie Nanqun glanced out of the corner of his eye, picked it up and ate it with a smile.

Although he agreed readily, Xie Nanqun yawned after listening to it for a while and found that it was an easy-to-understand economic formula.It's a pity that the seat was too far forward, and with the presence of this guy next to him, he didn't dare to fall asleep like in the past, so he had to hold his face with one hand and hold a pen in the other, pretending to be down and take notes.At first, Wen Lan thought he was cheering up, so he didn't pay much attention. As a result, he didn't hear the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper for a long time, so he raised his eyes suspiciously—only to find that the notebook in front of Xie Nanqun was blank, without even scratches.

After finally holding back until the break, Wen Lan bumped the arm of the man next door with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Brother Qun, Brother Qun?" Xie Nanqun was in a light sleep, but when he heard his voice, he subconsciously opened his eyes and turned around suddenly. He crossed his face: "Class is over?" The two were too close, and after he finished speaking, he clearly saw the flush slowly appearing on Wen Lan's cheeks, and even the layer of soft down was extremely clear.

Wen Lan didn't expect him to come over suddenly, and was startled, the blushing red on his face deepened: "Do you want to sit in the back? If the teacher can't see you, you can doze off..."

Uneasy by the scene just now, Xie Nanqun was also stunned for a while, then straightened up after a long time, keeping a little distance from Wen Lan: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy now, let me borrow your notes."

"Oh well."

Although the doubts in my heart were deeper, but the teacher had already returned to the classroom, it was inconvenient for Wen Lan to continue asking.And Xie Nanqun opened the notebook, and the lines in it were neatly written, giving people the feeling that it was very similar to Wen Lan's temperament.He quietly looked at the person who was listening to the lecture with his back straight. He couldn't resist the temptation, and slowly rubbed the words with his fingertips.Xie Nanqun quickly realized that this kind of behavior was a bit perverted, spat on himself secretly, and began to take up a pen to copy the key points recorded by Wen Lan in order to calm down his restless emotions.

This day, there was only a big class in the morning, and it lasted for three and a half hours. Everyone who was already sleepy was even more lethargic, and no one left the classroom after the bell rang several times.Xie Nanqun was in high spirits, picked up the backpack for Wen Lan, and reminded him to go to the supplies room of the Astronomical Society to move things: "There may not be many people coming to the lecture tonight, please count the flash memory cards and group flags..."

Wen Lan followed him like a little tail, not aware of the strange eyes cast by others: "Okay, what else, I will check it once."

The sound of the conversation gradually faded away with the footsteps, and the people in the class suddenly raised their volumes, gathered together, and chatted about the two people who seemed to be separated from the class.

"It's not true, is it?"

"It looks very similar..."

"Anyway, I don't discriminate against gays, alas, what a pity."

"Why do I think they are straight? Being closer doesn't mean they must be from there—"

"Bah, you and your roommate rub each other's hair? I heard that they also go to the amusement park to work part-time, Jiaobulimeng, Mengbukejiao."

"We boys often pick off each other's clothes, tsk, your thoughts are really dirty!"

"Ha ha."