steal summer

Chen Han didn't know how he got back. He really drank too much, and when he was standing in the bathroom rinsing his mouth, he couldn't use his strength to clear his mind.

It developed too fast in one night, he went through all kinds of meat and seven vegetables, and finally fell asleep with his head covered, and successfully skipped the whole morning class the next day.

"Chen Han! Wake up!" Zhao Zhichuang tugged at his ankle, "Did you fucking eat lunch, the noodles are almost lumpy."

As a northerner, the most unacceptable thing is dough. Chen Han got up reflexively when he was half asleep and half awake, and then held his forehead: "Ah... it hurts..."

"Why are you so naive in the wine market? If you can't drink, don't be brave." Luo Lin sighed, "The whole person who was resisted by the senior is like a dead pig."

Chen Han rubbed his head for a while: "What the hell?"

Zhao Zhichuang: "Can you come down and eat noodles first?"

"What kind of noodles? What kind of bottom are you eating?" Li Chang screamed mischievously, and was kicked by Chen Han from above.

When he landed, Chen Han was still a little unsteady. He poured all the vinegar packets into the noodles. After the soup changed a little, he recalled what he had experienced last night.

"What game did you go to last night? Damn, is there such a drinker?" Zhao Zhichuang pulled a chair next to him, suddenly changed his tone, and asked lewdly, "Isn't it to stop the drink for the girl?" Bar?"

Chen Han shook his head: "You said it was the senior who resisted me and came back, which senior?"

"It's the senior who went shopping with you during the typhoon." Zhao Zhichuang said, "Why did you go to dinner with a sophomore?"

Li Chang clicked his tongue a few times: "I suspect that I want to match Chen Han with some senior sister."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing." Chen Han lowered his head, poked his chopsticks twice, and asked them again, "Senior sent me back, did you say anything?"

Li Chang, who recalled the fastest: "When you came back, the senior gave you half a glass of water, put you to bed, told us to pay more attention to you at night, and when you got out of bed... he even praised your bed sheets for being pretty. Yes, and left."

"..." What kind of nonsense is a beautiful bed sheet!

He finished his meal full of melancholy, and stood at the table. His roommates climbed into bed one after another and began to play with their mobile phones.

There are several messages.

In the morning, his roommate asked him if he got up, and two girls in the same class asked him why he didn't come to class, and——

Sheng Changqing asked him: [Are you okay? 】

He pursed his lips, and replied with complicated emotions: [Well, I woke up and had lunch]

The news came back in seconds, and Sheng Changqing said: [Sorry, I didn't know that you drink so badly]

Chen Han: [No, sir, I obviously drank too much, it's not that I can't drink enough, I drank until the last round when I graduated]

Sheng Changqing: [You drank at most one bottle yesterday, I watched it]

Chen Han: [. 】

He buckled up his phone and fell back on the chair, thinking in his heart, did he really just drink a bottle? Couldn't it be... If he had just one bottle, how could he be unconscious when he returned home.

Sheng Changqing: [will you go to class in the afternoon? 】

Chen Han: [Well, there is an open class of college Chinese, and the teacher is a bit perverted. 】

Sheng Changqing: [See you in the afternoon. 】

Chen Han: [? 】

Sheng Changqing didn't reply again, and Chen Han didn't know where he came from or what to see you in the afternoon, until... he saw Sheng Changqing carrying a textbook behind the university Chinese teacher.

"This class invites senior Sheng Changqing from the Department of Literature to introduce Yuanqu to his family." The teacher gave up his seat in the middle of the podium and introduced quite proudly, "Although senior Sheng Changqing is a journalism major, but The study of literature is beyond the reach of many students majoring in ancient Chinese literature."

Chen Han twitched the corner of his mouth, he knew, this is the teacher who asked Sheng Changqing to change his profile picture to "can't do PPT".

Unexpectedly, Sheng Changqing still lowered his proud head after all, not only made the PPT for the teacher, but also attended the class for him.

"Isn't this the senior who sent you here yesterday?" Zhao Zhichuang knocked on him.

"Yeah." Chen Han lowered his head and said to himself, no wonder we have to meet in the afternoon, it turned out that Sheng Changqing already knew that he would come to this class this afternoon.

Luo Lin was still beating his chest with regret: "If I knew it was the senior who was in class, I would have skipped class and gone online. It's a pity."

The teacher sat under the podium, and the podium was completely handed over to Sheng Changqing.

Sheng Changqing took the remote control electronic pen from the drawer, and talked eloquently: "For all the students, Yuanqu should be familiar to you. There are several quite classic Yuanqu in the high school Chinese textbook..."

Chen Han tilted his head to look at him, and Sheng Changqing's words from yesterday, "I confessed my love to him today" flashed in his ears.

He is not a fool, he drank too much yesterday and his mind was slow, but after sobering up today, he still tasted it carefully.

Last night, he was with Sheng Changqing. If he confessed, it was true that Sheng Changqing had confessed to himself.

But whether this is an excuse for Sheng Changqing to block the peach blossoms, he can't say for sure, and he doesn't know whether Sheng Changqing confessed to others before himself.

What was more frightening than whether Sheng Changqing confessed to him was that Chen Han felt that he, as if, cared about Sheng Changqing a lot.

It's a mess, it's a mess, how long have you known Sheng Changqing...

But after careful calculation, it's already half a semester, and he and Sheng Changqing are not faster than those freshmen who have been together for a week or a month after the start of school.

"Chen Han," Luo Lin pulled his coat from behind, "help me grab a pair of shoes! Hurry up!"

Chen Han's thoughts were disturbed, and he helplessly framed his forehead with a tiger's mouth: "Send me the link on WeChat."

"I posted it in the group a long time ago. What have you been doing all this time? You're the only one who doesn't reply."

"...Including the ones that are used very frequently on the Internet: you will not love in your life, you will love, and you will hurt love. It is also from the Yuan song "Zhe Gui Ling · Spring Love." The voice in the classroom paused for two seconds, "Now please Let a classmate talk about his thoughts on the sentence just now."

Chen Han was still pushing the phone with Luo Lin: "You take my phone and grab it yourself, I can't grab it every time."

"I can't operate both hands at the same time. I'm still a brother." Luo Lin choked his neck, "Hurry up and grab it for me!"

"Chen Han."

When his name was called, Chen Han turned his head in confusion, and saw Sheng Changqing holding a microphone and a class list for the big class in his hand.

All eyes were on Chen Han, he swallowed his saliva and stood up, looking at Sheng Changqing in embarrassment, hoping that he would forgive himself: "Senior, I didn't hear the question clearly, can you say it again?"

Sheng Changqing's face was full of a smile of "being a teacher". He slowly walked off the podium and stepped up the stairs: "Maybe you can talk about how you would express your lovesickness if you were an ancient person."

The classroom was full of suppressed laughter, obviously what Sheng Changqing just asked was not this question.

Chen Han was embarrassed by being laughed at, but he was not defeated, and said decisively: "I don't know lovesickness."

"No?" Sheng Changqing smiled, "I didn't expect such a handsome junior to have no one to fall in love with."

"Then what would you say if you were a senior?" The girl in front of Chen Han asked boldly.

Sheng Changqing looked at Chen Han, lowered his head and smiled: "I don't know lovesickness, I will tell him directly that I like him."