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Which is unnecessary?

Ling Qian didn't understand.

But he was sure of one thing, Bevisi looked very unhappy just now.

This was the first time he felt the negative emotions from Bevisi so clearly and strongly.

Most of the time, Bellevue always looks peaceful.When Ling Qian thought of him, the image that naturally appeared in his mind was also smiling.

Ling Qian had vaguely felt his depression at some point in the past.Even at that time, he can quickly adjust his smile, and all unhappiness is so understated to him.

But it was different just now.

During the few seconds of passing each other, Ling Qian was sure that there was something wrong with Bei Weixi's expression.He looked sad and seemed a little angry again.

Ling Qian didn't think what he just conveyed was too much.

Even if it's inappropriate and doesn't make sense, it shouldn't be offensive to be favored by a gentle and lovely beautiful girl, right?

Ling Qian also had the experience of being confessed to by an unfamiliar girl in the past.

He was flustered and at a loss.Feeling awkward at one point after the rejection, and a little guilty.But the very act of being "liked" by another person makes him jump with joy.

Could it be that the problem lies in your own attitude?

In all fairness, Ling Qian really didn't like them very much, thinking that rejection was the best way to respond.

Did Bellesy see it?

Does he feel that he is looking down on him?

Ling Qian was a little anxious, so he also followed out.

Bevisi is in the bathroom.

He didn't close the door tightly, he just concealed it.Ling Qian followed the sound of splashing water to look for it, peeped in through the crack of the door, and saw Bei Weixi's back.

Bei Weixi stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, bent over, slapped the water on her face once and for all, and then rubbed it back and forth somewhat roughly.

After repeating this action several times, he finally straightened up and turned off the faucet.

Ling Qian could clearly see his face from the mirror in front of him.

His brows were tightly frowned, his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was wet with drops of water.

There is paper next to the sink.He reached out and touched it a few times, but failed to find the right place.

Without thinking, Ling Qian pushed open the door, wanting to draw paper for him.There was a sound when the door was pushed open, and Bevisi immediately opened her eyes slightly.

His eyes were narrowed into two slits, and he looked at Ling Qian in the mirror, with obvious wrinkles between his brows.

"Well, I..." Ling Qian said awkwardly, "The paper is on the other side."

Bei Weixi's frown suddenly relaxed.His eyes were originally squinted, but now the corners of his mouth are raised, and there is a gentle smile similar to the past.

"Thank you." After he finished speaking to Ling Qian, he stretched out his hand to take out a piece of paper, lowered his head and quickly wiped his face dry.

Ling Qian stood where he was, lost in confusion.

He began to wonder if he had made a mistake when the two passed by just now.Bevisi doesn't look like she's in a bad mood right now.

Bei Weixi also dried her hands, turned around and asked, "Why, line up to go to the bathroom?"

This is of course impossible, there is more than one bathroom in the house.

Ling Qian hesitated for a few seconds, but still said the truth: "...to see you."

"What's so interesting," Bevisi said, passing by him again, and walked out, "Isn't it just two eyes, one nose and one mouth."

He has a calm expression and a relaxed tone, and he should be joking.

But Ling Qian still felt something was wrong.

He didn't hesitate for long, and followed out, chasing Bevisy and asking: "Are you upset just now?"

"No," Bei Weixi didn't turn her head back, "how could I be unhappy if a beautiful woman likes me."

"..."

Ling Qian stopped in his tracks.

Also.

This is an expected answer.

"But whatever you're happy with, it's not suitable after all. Are you right?" Bei Weixi glanced back at him. Waste your time elsewhere, right?"

Ling Qian nodded immediately: "Yes."

Bevisi is right, of course, learning is more important.

The atmosphere was pretty good for dinner.

Cheng Haomiao played the game all afternoon, he looked a little depressed, and his mood was also very bad. While eating, he kept complaining, complaining about how rubbish his teammates were, and they were all cumbersome.

Ling Qian couldn't help complaining: "It's impossible to be so unlucky every time, maybe your teammates also think you are a drag."

Cheng Haomiao sneered: "You know what, you can't even play."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Bei Weixi: "Brother Bei, we played together before, you know my level, right?"

Bevisi raised her eyebrows slightly.

This person complained about Process Haomiao's game level last night, seeing him being asked now, Ling Qian immediately laughed out loud.

"Doesn't he eat?" Ling Qian booed.

When Bei Weixi spoke, he looked serious: "The problem should be in the awareness of the game."

"I'm not conscious? Are you joking?" Cheng Haomiao couldn't believe it.

"Of course not, the problem is that your consciousness is too good. Your current level, teammates can't keep up with your consciousness, you understand," Bevisi said, "Your teammates and opponents will only be the most primitive and simple. There are no skills and tactics to speak of, it’s too low-end. If you hit the diamond segment and above, everyone is a person who understands the game, and then your level can be fully utilized. You are now a scholar meeting a soldier. !"

Ling Qian was shocked.

There is such a tricky angle of praise, Bei Weixi is really a talent.

Cheng Haomiao was naturally very useful, and nodded again and again: "The silver ranks are really a bunch of idiots, what are they playing! The few who are smarter are all on the opposite side of me, I am miserable!"

Ling Qian silently looked away.

"Oh, but it's not interesting to be bored at home playing games all day," Cheng Haomiao continued to complain, "I want to go out and be cool."

"Don't look at me," Ling Qian said, "I have no money."

Cheng Haomiao let out a sad sigh again.

After eating, he took the initiative to invite Ling Qian to play two games with him.

Ling Qian flatly refused: "I have homework."

Cheng Haomiao looked at these two people who were obsessed with studying, as if looking at two pieces of rotten wood: "You guys are really good at wasting your life."

"It's better than you doing nothing every day." Ling Qian said.

Cheng Haomiao walked back and shouted loudly: "Life is too short!"

Ling Qian muttered softly: "Like a fool."

Bei Weixi didn't answer, just smiled.

Ling Qian also wanted to laugh along, but looking at Bei Weixi's side face, the corners of his mouth stiffened unconsciously.

Bei Weixi's appearance was obviously the same as usual, but he always felt that there was something awkward and wrong.

When the two returned to the room, Ling Qian picked up his schoolbag and directed, "Move your things to the side."

His desk is big enough for two people.

Although Bevisie hasn't become his alumni yet, sitting side by side to study like this doesn't feel bad.A burst of ambiguous happiness surged in Ling Qian's heart.

Bei Weixi nodded and tidied up.

Soon, Ling Qian realized something was wrong.

"What did you put all your stuff away for?" he asked.

"There's no need to squeeze together, let me go to the living room," Bevisi said, "You go to bed early, it's not good for me to affect you every day."

You can also read and study on the dining table in the living room, and there is no one around to make a sound, and it is not easy to be affected.What Bevisi said is not unreasonable, it is a very good idea.

"It's okay, I don't feel affected..." Ling Qian whispered, "I'm not too loud, am I?"

Bei Weixi picked up her books and smiled at him: "Anyway, I just need to sleep in this room at night. It doesn't matter where I read, right?"

Ling Qian couldn't refute, so he kept silent.

But when Bei Weixi walked out with his things in his arms, he deliberately blocked the way.

Bei Weixi turned to the left, and he also turned to the left.Bevisi went to the right, and he also went to the right.Bei Weixi frowned at him, and he turned his head to play dumb.

"Every minute I have now is precious," Bevisi said.

Ling Qian pursed his lips and remained silent.

Bevisi tried to bypass him again, and he finally didn't continue such childish behavior.

Until it was almost Ling Qian's bedtime, Bei Weixi did not come back.

Ling Qian pretended to pour a drink and went out to have a look.Bei Weixi was half lying on the sofa again, her legs were crossed, and her posture seemed quite comfortable.

It does seem more comfortable than staying in your own room.

With him in the room, it was inconvenient to turn on too bright lights at night, so I could only huddle in front of the desk, and it would be uncomfortable to sit for a long time.

Ling Qian returned to the room and got into bed.

Sister Li laid out the newly added quilt and his original quilt neatly side by side, each occupying half of the bed, which seemed more ambiguous than when there was only one quilt before.

Ling Qian was playing with his mobile phone, turning his head to look at the still flat quilt beside him from time to time.

He belatedly wondered whether Bevisi looked awkward today because of what she said before falling asleep last night.

He vaguely remembered the soft touch of Bevisi's lips on his forehead.

He also remembered the strange and novel feeling when he forcibly kissed Bevisi's lips.

Compared with the short-lived haze of the former, the latter has a stronger sense of reality, making him more and more convinced that it may have actually existed.

He thought, probably the former is the scene in his dream.

Lack of sleep last night, after lying on the bed for not long, Ling Qian became confused.

But when he turned off the light and put down his phone, he still didn't sleep well.

He dreamed a scene similar to last night again.Bevisi was lying beside him, chatting with him in the dark room, telling him about herself.

He listened very carefully, trying to remember.He told himself in his heart that this was Bevisi's business and it was very important. It was great that Bevisie was willing to tell him.

In the dream, Bei Weixi looked very happy, chatting, then turned over and looked down at him.

Ling Qian couldn't distinguish dream from reality again.He kept asking himself, am I sober now?Is this a dream?Could this be true?

When Bei Weixi bent down and pressed her lips against his, Ling Qian suddenly felt as if he was awake.

It should be true, he told himself.

Does that mean that what happened yesterday is also true?

Then he woke up.

When I opened my eyes, the room was still dark.

But there was a small rustling sound in the room.Someone was standing on the other side of the bed farther away from him, seeming to be making a quilt.

Ling Qian looked at the outline of the familiar figure, and asked softly with a heavy tired voice: "Are you coming?"

"Well," Bei Weixi paused, "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

"It's okay," Ling Qian said, "Go to bed early, good night."

"Good night." After Bei Weixi finished speaking, she hugged the folded quilt, turned and walked to the other side of the room.

Ling Qian woke up with a jolt: "Where are you going?"

"Go to sleep." While speaking, Bevisi put down the quilt, bent down and started tidying up, "I'll sleep on the sofa."

Ling Qian sat up: "Why?"

"Because..." Bei Weixi thought for a while, "I hate you for turning over all the time and not sleeping well."