Jun Yan

In a daze, he seemed to hear a thunderous cry, which forced him to withdraw from his memory.

The teacher on the stage wore a pair of round glasses with gold wire frames, and cursed angrily: "Lin Tong, are you paying attention to the class? Come, answer the example question on the blackboard."

Lin Tongxu squinted his peach blossom eyes, stood up slowly, with curly eyelashes slender and soft, and replied with a spring breeze: "No." He bent his lips, almost arrogant, arrogant.

The teacher on the stage blushed, looking like a child who can't be taught and has nothing to love in life, he waved his hand to signal him to sit down, his anger still lingering.

Just about to sit down, Lin Tong caught a glimpse of the pink back at the door out of the corner of his eye.He walked by unhurriedly, but in that short moment, his cold gaze collided with Lin Tong, his dark and bright eyes, like a dry well that can be seen to the bottom, burying the dryness and greenness of the past.

The pink hooded sweater looked very flamboyant, and Lin Tong's slender figure was so pleasing to Lin Tong's eyes that he didn't sit down for a long time.

Probably because he has seen countless people and experienced many battles, Lin Tong thinks that he is probably a cold and arrogant boy.He was thinking like this, until a loud shout from the stage made him stop the imaginary thoughts that were about to come out.

Outside the window, the sun broke through the dense clouds, bringing a rare brightness, surrounded by trees 1

The acacia tree is getting clearer and clearer.

Later, he thought, at that time, he just glanced briefly, but he deeply remembered his every frown and smile.

A few grassy fields, although not unforgettable, are not ordinary misses either.