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When waking up in the morning, Yu Yiru found a very serious matter.

Her hair sticks up.

——To be precise, the bangs are raised.

Her flat bangs were cut by herself, and they looked pretty, but it was annoying to take care of them. Most of the time in the morning was to comb them.

Now there is a pinch on the top of the head, which looks like an antenna.

She bit her lip and pressed it with water for a long time, and after drying it—it was still curled up.

The roommate was already knocking on the door outside, shouting: "If you don't make it in time, you will have to study early, are you alright?"

Yu Yiru looked at that hair, thought for a while, and simply used a black clip to clip all the bangs up. In this way, although it still looked a little strange, it was at least a normal hairstyle.

Yu Yiru sighed, straightened the collar of her school uniform, and went to class with her roommate.

But my heart is still not reconciled.

Ah, so annoying.

That hair is sticking up.

She was still thinking about it until the first or second class in the morning.

After two classes, they lined up to go out to do exercises. Yu Yiru was at the back, so she went out through the back door and saw Bo Fuzhang sleeping on his stomach in the last row.

In the past, Yu Yiru didn't pay much attention to it, but today she felt that the other party's hair, neatly tied into a ponytail, was extremely beautiful.

She first thought about why the other party's hair didn't curl up, and then she thought, it seems that she is not going to do exercises today.

Thinking of this, Yu Yiru thought that she could actually not do exercises, and her heart began to move.

Although the Academic Affairs Office will check who has not done the exercises, but this kind of inspection is very watery, and at worst, it is best to avoid it when the students on duty come.

So Yu Yiru told her friend to go to the toilet, and then ran to the toilet.

Hiding in the cubicle until the exercises started, there was no one outside, so Yu Yiru came out of the cubicle and took off the hairpin on top of her head in front of the mirror.

She fiddled with her bangs with her hands, and found that the lock of hair was still sticking up.

She was suddenly a little annoyed, and thought to herself: This is really endless.

Just when she had the urge to cut off these hairs, the door of another compartment of the toilet opened, and a person she knew walked out of it.

——It was Bo Fuzhang.

The other party's expression was cold and cold, as if he had walked out of a palace, not at all like he was hiding in the toilet to avoid the value of Zhou Sheng.

Yu Yiru was greatly surprised: "So you are also hiding in the toilet?"

Looking at Bo Fuzhang's usual appearance, she thought that he was no longer happy with things but sad with himself.

Bo Fuzhang glanced at her, and Yu Yiru, whose eyes were so cold that he could freeze, shivered: "Otherwise, points will be deducted if caught."

Yu Yiru: "Yes, yes..."

Although it was true that she asked a stupid question, Yu Yiru still felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it carefully, I felt that I had inexplicably portrayed Bo Fuzhang as an image that was not like an ordinary person—in fact, the other party really wanted to go to the bathroom, and he didn't want to be deducted points after being caught by the valued Zhou Sheng.

While thinking about this, she was still pressing her hair. After pressing for a while, she realized that she had done such a stupid thing in front of Bo Fuzhang, and she became ashamed and angry for no reason.

She quickly put her hands down and turned on the tap to wash her hands.

After washing her hands and looking in the mirror, she found Bo Fuzhang looking at her.

To be precise, look at the lock of hair on the top of her head.

Yu Yiru put in so much effort, just because she didn't want others to see her hair curled up. Now that Bo Fuzhang looked at her so hotly, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't say anything, so she turned her hair up in front of the mirror. Clipped it up again, and turned around and walked out of the toilet quickly.

She was still thinking about the embarrassment and unhappiness of being seen by Bo Fuzhang, but when she looked up, she saw the value Zhou Sheng wearing a red armband.

Yu Yiru: "..." Time, time is not good.

Yu Yiru felt in her heart that she had bad luck today, and was thinking about whether she could pass the test without concealing it, when someone followed her and was exposed to Zhou Sheng's sight.

Yu Yiru tilted her head slightly, and saw Bo Fuzhang as expected.

She covered her face with her hands in her heart, and thought to herself: It's over this time, if you deduct double copies, you will definitely be scolded by the head teacher.

Du Zhousheng really came forward, his expression was not as serious as Yu Yiru imagined, but he smiled and said, "Yu Yiru and Bo Fuzhang? You two also do morning exercises?"

Yu Yiru deeply felt that her image was damaged, she immediately frowned, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I really don't feel well."

Saying so, he raised his hand to hold his belly, and pursed his lips to show an uncomfortable look.

When she was deeply narcissistic about her acting skills, Bo Fuzhang stepped forward, walked to Yu Yiru's side and said, "It's better now."

Yu Yiru: "..."

Du Zhousheng suddenly realized: "Yu Yiru is not feeling well, are you with her?"

Bo Fuzhang nodded without changing his face.

Yu Yiru: "..."

Suffering from still playing a weak image, Yu Yiru accepted Bo Fuzhang's cooperating performance, and whispered softly: "In this case, do I need to go to the infirmary to get a certificate? I'll do it later, don't hold back Our points."

She raised her eyes to look at Zhou Sheng, a pair of beautiful almond eyes seemed to be floating with clear water, I am afraid that no matter how hard her heart is, it will soften if she takes such a look at it.

Sure enough, the student on duty did not remember their names, so he showed them the folder and said, "Don't worry, I didn't deduct points, but it turns out that you two have such a good relationship?"

The corner of Yu Yiru's mouth twitched.

God knows, before today, she hadn't even spoken to Bo Fuzhang.

But no matter what, she felt that it was not a bad thing to have a good relationship with Bo Fuzhang, so she nodded and said, "Thanks to Bo Fuzhang today."

The weekly student didn't say much, and urged them to go to the infirmary quickly, and then went to the next class.

When they disappeared at the next corner, Yu Yiru straightened up and took a look at Bo Fuzhang.

She really wanted to talk to Bo Fuzhang, but at a glance, seeing the other person's clear and cold expression, she felt that she couldn't say anything, so she smiled at her with the corners of her mouth, and was ready to go back to the classroom.

Unexpectedly, Bo Fuzhang spoke suddenly.

She said, "It's better to put your hair down to look better." Her voice was as clear as a spring of ice, and her heart trembled.

Yu Yiru looked up at Bo Fuzhang, she didn't expect Bo Fuzhang to say such words.

Because the other party looks like—like the kind of person who doesn't need to do anything to be beautiful.

For example, the other party doesn't need to dress meticulously every day like her, and doesn't need to be trembling like her in order to make a good impression.

The other party is in a daze after class and sleeps after class. She doesn't communicate with anyone and doesn't seem to have any friends. She walks alone like a magical character who hides some secrets, but everyone respects her and loves her, and doesn't think there is anything wrong with her. On the contrary, because of this sense of mystery, he has a greater yearning for her.

——It's really pissing people off.

But such a person not only played a long play with her, but also came to tell her that she still looks better with her hair down.

Yu Yiru looked at Bo Fuzhang, blinked his eyes, and said for a while, "But the hair is sticking up."

Bo Fuzhang took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and pressed it to the top of Yu Yiru's head.

Yu Yiru didn't know what was going on with her, so she didn't move at all.

Bo Fuzhang took off the hairpin on top of her head, took out a bottle of spray from his pocket, sprayed it on Yu Yiru's head twice, then stretched out his hand and asked, "Is there a comb?"

Yu Yiru quickly handed over the comb in his pocket.

She looked up at Bo Fuzhang, and saw his slightly raised pointed chin, and the blue meridians on his slender neck.

Even when viewed up close, it is flawless.

The other party was so flawless that it looked like it was made of jade. Just looking at this white skin, Yu Yiru felt a little suffocated in his heart for some reason, and then his heart began to beat faster.

She clenched her fist slightly, couldn't help rolling her throat, and swallowed.

Well, it's strange why I'm a little nervous.

The other party's fingers fiddled with her hair, quickly put it down, and said, "Okay."

Yu Yiru raised her hands and touched the top of her head, and found that the curled hair was no longer curled up, and even the hair was much smoother to the touch.

She was very surprised and asked, "What is this? It works so well."

Bo Fuzhang handed the spray to Yu Yiru's eyes: "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Yu Yiru froze for a moment, then took a step back abruptly.

This retreat not only surprised Bo Fuzhang, but even Yu Yiru himself was deeply baffled.

It's just a gift, why, why are you so nervous and panicked?

Yu Yiru put her hands behind her back, and her hands were tightly twisted together.

Two seconds later, she laughed and said, "No need."

In case she got used to this one and she didn't have the money to buy another one, then it would be embarrassing.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Bo Fuzhang and said playfully, "But I thought your hair was naturally so smooth, so it was carefully groomed."

Bo Fuzhang put the spray back into his pocket, didn't say anything, nodded his head slightly, it was acquiescence.

At this time, the music for morning exercises had stopped, and everyone began to return to the classroom one after another.

Yu Yiru and Bo Fuzhang also returned to the classroom, and their lives quickly became two parallel lines, as if they had no intersection.

At that time, Yu Yiru did not expect that on a certain night in late autumn, they would meet again and have an intersection.

The author has something to say: In fact, they really didn't have much intersection in high school, after all...a lot of homework (what a realistic reason)...

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