I just want to quit school

"Boom...boom"

Yan Xue stood outside the door of the principal's room, politely and calmly tapped her fingers, "Please come in."

Yan Xue groaned for a moment on the too young voice, but his heart was completely relieved. It couldn't be Li Hua. His voice belonged to the kind of timbre that can never be forgotten. Obviously, the voice from the room was too plain.

"Hi principal!" Yan Xue lowered his head and bowed ninety degrees, patiently waiting for a response.

There was silence in the room, and he slowly raised his head, facing a young man with a simple smile, a red vest, a red hat, and a red pantry box.

"Student, excuse me." The takeaway boy put down the lunch box and passed Yan Xue, his voice was exactly the same as the one who said "please come in" before.

A sharp look flashed across Yan Xue's eyes under his bangs. He straightened his black hair, looked innocently, and looked forward with a surprised smile, "Li Hua, why are you here?"

After saying that, behind the work table, the boy in the white shirt on the black swivel chair turned around, clasped his hands together, propped his elbows on the table, and looked at the expression on Yan Xue's face with great interest, "I said, you will wear it again. In school uniform."

"Okay, I'll go back and change." Yan Xue's smile didn't change, and when she turned around, her displeasure instantly turned.

"Zha Zha, Li Hua is a variable." Until this moment, Yan Xue was absolutely sure.

【He can sense your thoughts. 】The letter reminded Yan Xue【Everything is mutual, so be careful. 】

"Yan Xue..." Li Hua walked to the work table, and plucked out the photo frame on it with his slender fingers intentionally or unintentionally, "I can't ask you to come here for nothing, can I?"

"Come here, let's eat together."

Yan Xueweng replied angrily, glanced at Li Hua's fingertips, looked at the photo on the frame, and was stunned——

It was a photo of a mother and son, the mother was an elegant lady, he didn't know him, but the son looked exactly like Li Hua.

Yan Xue glanced at the man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Li Hua, you are doing well.

No wonder the principal's surname is not Li, how could his son have his mother's surname.Yan Xue thought, if your mother is the principal, then you are amazing.

……

Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking.

Yan Xue was eating the rice sullenly, the taste was bland and tasteless, he looked up to the opposite side, and suddenly four words flashed in his mind.

Delicious food.

There is nothing good about Li Hua's every move. It is neither a rigid upbringing nor a pretentious elegance.

Lifting chopsticks, picking up vegetables, and putting them in the mouth, like flowing clouds and flowing water, makes people feel comfortable to the bone. It seems to be inherently noble, not pretentious, but as comfortable as spring breeze turning into rain.

"What a pity." Yan Xue waited for him to put down his chopsticks before he said with emotion. Li Hua paused when he got up and threw the lunch box. He squinted and waited for the other party's next words.

"I mean, it's a pity that you don't live broadcast and eat as an Internet celebrity."

"Oh, then why don't you live stream and drink water?" Li Hua looked at the sweater and hat on his chest suspiciously, Yan Xue had already put away the old cadre's thermos.

"Ahem, pretend I didn't say it." Yan Xue turned his head away, missed a move, and counted him as the loser.

"You go in..." Li Hua pointed to the lounge behind the frosted glass, "Change your clothes back and forth."

Yan Xue: "No change."

Li Hua: "Shall I help you?"

Yan Xue: "I'll go."

After changing his clothes, he pushed open the door and saw Li Hua leaning quietly on the work table. The black trousers perfectly outlined his slender legs with good proportions and well-shaped legs. Sure enough, for most people, the choice of clothes At the same time, there is such a part of human beings, people make clothes.

He looked down at his watch, the light brown eyes under the slender eyelashes were not as calm as he should be at this age, and the demeanor around him was the same. , Only then did he reveal the impetuosity that should be in the twenties.

And this impetuousness, whether it is natural or deliberate, Yan Xue is more inclined to the latter.

No matter what his purpose is, it must be an immeasurable obstacle on his way out of school.

*******

When going down from the principal's office on the ninth floor, Yan Xue didn't say anything, and silently chose the stairs. Li Hua didn't ask, and followed him not far or near.

After leaving the administration building, he asked, "Are you in class?"

Yan Xue was stunned, "Of course."

As long as he remains a student for a day, he should do his duty well. Whether he likes it or not is one thing, but his attitude is another.

And in this life, what is more important is not to live happily, but to live with an attitude.

"I thought you weren't going." Li Hua lowered his head and kicked the toe of his canvas shoes, "Then I'll wait for you in the library and go back together after class."

"Aren't you going to class?" Yan Xue wanted to ask, but he didn't say it. After thinking about it, he understood the meaning of Li Hua's words.

Perhaps it is an overhead world. The system of T University is different from the reality. On the one hand, the anti-theft door connected to the Internet is to prevent boys from messing around in the dormitory at night, and on the other hand, it is to prevent skipping classes and hiding in the dormitory.

When Yan Xue went back with Li Hua yesterday, the door was opened only after entering their fingerprints. Similarly, this kind of mutual supervision can prevent the other from playing games in the dormitory.

Naturally, the configuration of the dormitory is - a top student with a bad student.

To be honest, Yan Xue couldn't find in Li Hua what a scumbag should look like. In just over ten hours of getting along, he was self-disciplined, straightforward, and had his own ideas. One possibility - he did it on purpose.

"Li Hua, the library is not connected to the Internet, how boring, we..." Yan Xue tentatively proposed a class invitation, and the corners of Li Hua's lips curled up slightly, nodding with the pride of a young man.

"Let's go, buddy." Yan Xue turned around, with a smile on his delicate face, he just said, to deal with an enemy, we must first cultivate him into a friend.

Even if he is not a friend, he must be willing to help.

[Young man, you are playing with fire. 】The long-lost handwriting can no longer be held back.

"Don't worry, I'm already this old, I won't wet the bed." Yan Xue rubbed his nose, "However, it's hard to say whether the boat will capsize or not."

[It's okay, others will definitely die if they turn over, but you can still rely on waves if you turn over. 】

"..."

The class that Yan Xue and Li Hua are going to take is "Criminal Psychology". They major in criminal investigation.

What Yan Xue doesn't understand is that Li Hua's biological mother is the head of a school, and his father needn't guess that he is a rich second generation who is also a great character. He can study this major. Inherit the family business and become the young, handsome and domineering president in the novel?

At this moment, Yan Xue couldn't help but cast a high glance at the young man beside him. Was there an unknown reason for him to skip class?

[Young man, don't be addicted to teasing your heart, let yourself be involved. 】The letter reminded, 【Some people are like a wonderful book, the more you read it, the more you can't extricate yourself. 】

And what a passer-by should choose is - don't flip through it lightly.

"Zha Zha, you are wrong." Yan Xue restrained her emotions. This heart has been beating for more than [-] years, and it has never lost its sense of proportion for a single person.

"Some people do look like books, but they are the kind of books that make you sleepy the more you read them." Yan Xue said casually.

Body and emotion, he can indulge his body and enjoy himself in time, like most men and women who are addicted to forgetting, but emotion, because he knows it is rare, so he never touches it.

Yan Xue, rather lack than abuse.