Crimson Garland

What number is this? H slowly spread his fingers, looking at the small note in the palm of his hand, a swell of joy flashed in his heart.

i is lively and beautiful, always the focus of everyone, and h is also a familiar passerby who passes by on the road from time to time.

But today, the fuzzy boundary between strangers and friends is cut off by this note, and h seems to have seen himself standing in the circle called "friends"... and since then, every time For general elective courses, they may all be able to sit together.

H thought, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and the crowd in the dormitory building was exhausted, leaving only a few people who were already late and running wildly and occasionally rushed past.

The time seems to be elongated, and the bright light in the late spring afternoon shines in from the freshly wiped windows, making the open stairwell platform even brighter, making people sleepy.

H looked at it for a while, then leaned leisurely against the railing of the stairs, and took out his phone.

This should be a QQ number.Since it starts with 3, it cannot be a mobile phone number.

I don't know if I arrived in the classroom or if I was late. H thought about it, and quickly entered the number on the note.

I stepped on the bell and entered the classroom, so at two o'clock in the drowsy afternoon, the drowsy ancient literature class started on time.

The elderly teacher who was on the verge of baldness stood in front of the stage, and the visible hot water smoke curled up from the open thermos cup in his hand.

"Continue to talk today, the part of De Chong Fu..."

"..."

I looked at the old man's extremely rough, black-and-white ppt with no aesthetics in his eyes, squeezed the lemonade brought by his classmate, and took a sip while he was in a hurry.

Before swallowing it down, i suddenly picked up the cell phone that was on the table.

A... predictable friend request.

I swallowed the lemonade, and after looking closely, I realized that h's profile picture was...a sand sculpture of a cat.

Click on the big picture, the cat stares straight at the camera through the goblet, its face is distorted by the curvature of the glass, it can be called a giant sand sculpture among sand sculptures.

I looked at it for a while, and started laughing silently.

Unexpectedly, this person seems to be seldom talkative, but he likes sand sculpture cats and cats in his heart?

While suppressing a smile, I turned my eyes back to the ppt on the podium, and quickly clicked on the friend application to be approved.

"You are already friends, come and chat together!"

The author has something to say:

...Why hasn't the dog bus come yet?

...or starve to death.