I am straight!

Then handed it back to Ann: "Sorry, I can't read French."

Uncommonly, An didn't snort coldly with disdain, but whispered a few words to the waiter in a black suit before calmly flipping through the textbook.

... really worked hard.

"What's your major, senior? Photography?"

"Photography is just a hobby, and I learned Guqin."

"...a Chinese guqin?"

"That's right... what's wrong?"

"...Ah, no, it's surprising that you can learn Guqin when Western instruments are so popular."

"Compared with Western classical music, I prefer Chinese classical music," the senior sister said with a smile: "It has a more charm and less impetuousness. Besides, I also prefer the exquisite elegance of Guqin."

"It can only be said that each has its own advantages," I commented moderately: "Western music and classical music are more gorgeous. After all, it was originally played for the court nobles. It is inevitably flashy and suitable for some places such as dance parties. Relatively speaking Chinese classical music pays attention to elegance, to be a bosom friend, not to play lightly, to burn incense and bathe before playing, etc.”

"That's why I like Guqin," the senior sister smiled, "I yearn to meet bosom friends in the mountains and rivers."

"But it's better not to be high-spirited."

The senior sister held her chin and smiled lightly: "It's hard to find a soulmate, so don't rush for a while."

An frowned dissatisfiedly and glanced at me, obviously telling me: Don't use words that I don't understand.

I laughed out loud, touched Ann's head, and deliberately messed up his hair: "Have time to study idioms carefully! It will benefit you a lot!"

An Leng snorted, and turned his head in disdain—but I knew he would definitely study idioms when he went back.

Although Ann always treats me lukewarmly, unexpectedly he listens to me very well. I never need to remind me of the things I said once, and even if I don’t If he is willing, he will come forward obediently. Occasionally, he will remember my unintentional words, and always give me little surprises and big surprises—very cute.

49. He is really a lover, isn't he?

Sister Xi chuckled, probably because she thought the interaction between us was very interesting—actually, it’s funny, this guy can really piss me off sometimes.

I coughed twice, and casually put the knife and fork aside.

The meal was a bit rushed, because Senior Xi seemed to be busy with some things, so she couldn't continue to accompany us around the campus - An didn't seem to be dissatisfied with this.

Ann and I walked on the corridor in the college, walking very slowly - the main reason was because I was full.

I didn't eat much for the main meal, but I ate dessert with Ann's share after the meal.

If you want to ask me which part of Western food I like, it must be dessert.

Don't be too sweet and greasy, it is best to be mild and sweet enough to make your taste buds open.

Ann actually didn't like to stop and rest on the side of the road. He thought it was very rude and impolite, but he actually cooperated with me and sat down on the bench beside the promenade.

The green shade enveloped me softly, the wind passed by my ears, and brought a gentle whisper, as if someone was whispering to me, telling me about the end of midsummer, and the remaining hot residual heat,

"install……"

"kindness?"

"Let's bring bento from now on, I'm still not used to Western food."

"……kindness."

"Then let's eat here from now on? As a secret base for the two of us?"

"...En." He continued to bow his head and flip through the book.

"...I said, you've been reading a book recently, or you've been awkward all the time, so can't you talk to me well? Is it interesting to always talk to me in monosyllables? ——Talk to me and you won't die."

"..." An glared at me.

"I said... who else is in your family? Do you have any older sisters?" If there is a classic beauty, it is best to introduce them to me.

"No, I only have two older brothers. You have already met one of them, and the other is already in charge of the family business...the next parent." Ann sneered.

"...You seem to dislike them very much."

"Why should I like them?" An glanced at me, and slowly turned over a page of the book in her hand: "No one stipulates that brothers must have feelings."

...but it's obvious that senior Lal likes you so much.

I sighed and rested my chin: "Let's talk about something else—hey, how long is the holiday here for Christmas?" China is the Spring Festival holiday, but it is Christmas holiday abroad.

"The college holiday time is relatively long, probably more than a month."

I cheered up: "Great! I must go home!"

"...Going home?"

"That's right, back to China, my little brother said he misses me—ah, I miss him too," I touched the watch on my left wrist: "I haven't seen him for a month."

"...You two have a good relationship?"

"Since we were young, we have been the only ones who depended on each other...probably because of dependence or something else, we have been unable to leave each other for a long time..." I scratched my hair, a little embarrassed.

Saying that, seems to be confessing...a little...a little embarrassed.

"……Humph……"

"What's wrong with you again... Ah, by the way, do you want to participate in the sports meeting?" I asked, "But you don't seem to be physically strong, so let's forget it."

"If you don't participate, I'm not interested in exchanging brute force for some inexplicable stars and credits."

Pfft, I knew it.

"Forget it...but remember to cheer for me!" I rolled up my sleeves and made a heroic gesture: "At least I have to run the whole distance!"

"Impossible," An refused without giving me face: "If you run one-third of the time, that's the limit."

"... A dead child can't speak nicely."

"It's just the truth." He continued to say this without losing face.

I stretched out my hand and pinched his cheek—until it turned red, he pushed my fingers away dissatisfied.

"I said... You guys are really not cute most of the time..."

"...So what if you're not cute? Isn't Bell very cute? Go find him?" Ann gritted her teeth, her emerald eyes were stained with a layer of indifference.

"...You...you are not jealous, are you?" I asked curiously.

"...What nonsense are you talking about?!" An glared at me, but her ears were dyed a light pink, and her lips were tightly pursed, like a shy and awkward kitten poked at a painful spot.

I reached out and touched Ann's head: "Don't worry, even if you're not cute, I still like you!"

"...You...!" An was more angry and gritted his teeth.

"Hmm, what's up?"

"Can you say that to everyone? I like you, I love you, etc.?" Ann sneered, her pupils shrank: "Do you think these words are cheap? As long as you want, you can do whatever you want Tell anyone these words?"

"...An...are you angry?" I wondered, "How could I say this to others casually?" I grabbed An's wrist, afraid that he would leave if he got angry.

"I like you, that's why I say that, if I don't like you, how can I say that? - I love you, that's something that only lovers can say, I want to say this to my chosen lover , and will not say it casually."

"Did you misunderstand something?" I tried my best to let An understand my emotions, but I didn't dare to look up at An's angry expression, so I just lowered my head and continued: "I really like you...I liked you at the first sight , "I touched my cheeks a little embarrassedly, feeling a little hot: "At that time, you were sick and trapped in a nightmare, curled up in a small ball, your face was pale, and you looked weak, but Beautiful—beautiful, like a little angel walking out of a mural."

"At that time, I thought, how can there be such a beautiful and lovely person? It's almost impossible to make people notice you." I chuckled, recalling the amazing Ann.

"But at that time you were sick, as if you would break if you touched it... So I decided to protect you, take care of you, and never let you get sick again." I scratched my cheek with my index finger: "But you always Angry at me, am I not doing well enough?"

"..." Ann didn't answer.

I continued: "Later when you woke up, I realized that the weak you were different from the woke you—you were so proud and stubborn, dazzling and unstoppable, I couldn't look away... ...I like you, even if you are not cute...I mean it, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't emphasize my feelings so much." I chuckled lightly, and then raised my head.

An still gritted her teeth and stared at me...but her ears turned red, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.

Ah, it really is a child, you must be pampered, and you will be happy only if you know that the other party cares about you - that is a child's unique habit, willful desire for monopoly.

But what I said was true.

I really like Ann very much. How could anyone not like such a child?

I looked at Ann: "Aren't you angry?"

"...Hmph, so what if you say you like me, who knows if you're just talking nicely."

"...Then what do you want?" I asked blackly.

Is this kid still not satisfied?

"It's not that good...I..."

"Okay, okay, be good," I kissed An's forehead and comforted him: "It's time for class."

Ann clutched her forehead, unable to say a word, followed me obediently to the classroom.

In the afternoon, of course, it is a practical class. In fact, although it is said to be a practical class, the professor can not teach much. Everyone practiced since childhood, and there are also tutors—for example, my younger brother and I have practiced the violin since we were young, and our parents even No matter how busy you are, you will find time to teach us the skills and other necessary violin skills.

安虽