cat writing love poems

After class, the corridor was crowded and walked out.

Xu Wei raised her head from the phone, and while looking for the earphones, she asked Luo Jia, "Do you know where the classroom is for the next class?"

"Well, in the third teaching building."

"Oh." Xu Wei put on the earphones and clicked on the voice call with her boyfriend.

Listening to the conversation between Xu Wei and her boyfriend, Luo Jia could tell that the relationship between Xu Wei and her boyfriend was really good, and they stuck together almost all day long.

I can't call on the phone during class, so I keep chatting on my mobile phone, and I start talking on the phone after class.

Luo Jia quietly followed Xu Wei, without any chance to intervene.

But... Inexplicably, there was some secret joy of relief.

I don't know if I was afraid of being teased by Xu Wei, or if I have a thin skin in the first place.

Xu Wei's attention was all on her boyfriend, so she didn't have extra attention to find that she was looking at her phone from time to time.

Lu Ziyan was chatting with her.

He also seems to have something to do, the frequency of replying to messages is not high, and he doesn't talk much, but he has never stopped talking from class to now.

Lu Ziyan hasn't replied to her message yet.

She flipped through the chat history, and read the few sentences of the conversation again.

In the last class, Lu Ziyan talked about the information she saw, and he said that Crow was in love.

Seeing this gossip, she blinked blankly, but didn't respond.

Because she doesn't seem to be very familiar with these professional players. She is only a little more familiar with the ID of Crow than other professional players, but she is only familiar with this ID, and she has watched a little video of Crow's operation.

As for the professional player itself, Luo Jia didn't know much about it, and didn't know what to say, so he only replied one.

She looked at the word "oh" she sent, and wondered if it was a little too plain.

It was me who asked people to gossip, and it seemed that my response was so flat that I was not flattered enough.

So she had nothing to say and said something: "Really, I don't seem to have seen any information about this."

After posting, I read it again, and it felt like nonsense.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ziyan still seriously replied to her nonsense, "Because it's just one-sided love now."

Looking at his reply, Luo Jia felt a little strange, "Do you know Crow?"

She remembered that when she was playing games with Lu Ziyan in the Internet cafe on weekends, she asked Lu Ziyan what his job was, and he said it was playing games.

At that time, I didn't think much about what playing games was, because she didn't know what jobs related to playing games were.

Seeing what Lu Ziyan said now, she couldn't help thinking about something.

...Maybe he is also a professional gamer?

Although, although such an idea is also a bit ridiculous, the professional players are so good, how could they come to the silver division to double queue with such a good novice player like her.

After asking this question, Lu Ziyan never replied.

Luo Jia looked at the time displayed in the chat window... It seemed that only 3 minutes had passed.

He seemed to be busy with other things, and the interval between his replies was not short, and the last sentence was only replied after ten minutes.

It's only 3 minutes, why does it feel like a year.

In the classroom for the next class, Xu Wei wanted to chat with her boyfriend, so she chose a seat in the back row.

After putting down the book, Luo Jia felt the phone vibrate.

She quickly took out her phone.

Lu Ziyan replied the message: "If I am."

There was a lot of noise in the classroom after class, and the corridor outside the door was full of students who came to class, so it was not quiet.

Looking at the words sent by Lu Ziyan, Luo Jia felt blank and bewildered.

She blinked.

Blinked again slowly.

After a long while, Luo Jia typed the reply.

She thought about her words, afraid that what she said would offend people too much, so she deleted it again and again, and finally only sent a very short message: "How is it possible..."

This time Lu Ziyan replied quickly, almost in seconds: "Why is it impossible?"

"That's the champion ADC..."

"Am I not playing well?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Luo Jia was eager to explain, but she really wasn't very good at talking, as if talking like this would still offend people.

She typed quickly, a little flustered, "I mean, I'm just a novice who is more than an ordinary player. How could I know the world champion? It's completely two worlds to me."

After sending this sentence, the chat box fell silent again.

Luo Jia stared at the phone screen, the silence made her a little uneasy.

Although, although he may just be busy with his own business again.

She stared at the phone screen too nervously, and didn't notice that Xu Wei's phone next to her stopped, until Xu Wei poked her arm: "Still chatting? Class is over."

Luo Jia looked up and saw that Xu Wei who had been chatting with her boyfriend had put away her phone, feeling a little dazed.

She turned her head and saw the teacher walking in, and immediately put away the phone reflexively.

Although it was only a few months since the first year of freshman year, everyone was very impressed by this teacher, and no one dared to play with mobile phones in this teacher's class.

Luo Jia usually doesn't have the habit of playing with mobile phones in class, and usually listens carefully to the class, but this class is longer than before.

Especially when she felt the vibration of the mobile phone placed on the desk, her heartbeat also began to become difficult.

After finally getting out of class, Luo Jia immediately took out her mobile phone.

Sure enough, it was Lu Ziyan who just replied to the message.

But the message he sent was on the computer screen. He logged into the game and stopped on the client interface without opening it.

He asked, "When is get out of class over?"

Luo Jia felt a little urging from Lu Ziyan, and she picked up her things faster, "Just finished class, I'll go back to the dormitory right away."

He returned quickly, "No hurry. You eat first."

"how about you?"

"Wait for you."

"..."

Holding the phone, Luo Jia felt palpitations for a moment. She felt ashamed to keep people waiting for her, so she said, "It's okay. I've lost weight recently, so I don't really want to eat."

The next second, Lu Ziyan sent another photo.

He is already picking a hero, "I've already started."

Luo Jia suspected, seriously suspected that he did it on purpose.

She had to go to the cafeteria to eat first.

On the way, I clicked on the photo sent by Lu Ziyan again, and then I noticed that a little ornament next to the computer was also photographed.

Only half of it was exposed, and Xia's feathers and cloak could be vaguely seen.

He seemed to really like Xayah.

She texts him, "Is Xayah your favorite hero?"

I don't know if it's because she has been chatting all the time today, but she also started to find something to talk about naturally, and she doesn't feel restrained like before.

He was playing a game and didn't come back quickly.

He returned after a few minutes, "It's a special honor."

The next sentence asked her: "Did you finish eating so soon?"

"No……"

Luo Jia couldn't help speeding up her meal.

The phone vibrates aside, "Eat slowly."

After seeing the words clearly, Luo Jia choked.

...How does it look like there is video surveillance.

So she ate quietly and obediently.

Finally finished dinner, Luo Jia picked up her bag and ran to the dormitory.

It was nearly December, and the sky was getting dark early. Street lights were already on on the way back to the dormitory from the cafeteria. Running wildly.

The dormitory is on the fifth floor.

Luo Jia felt that her legs were about to break.

Finally, out of breath, I arrived at the door of the dormitory. When I got the key... I couldn't touch it.

Luo Jia searched again resignedly, but still couldn't find it.

This moment is broken.

Luo Jia was still looking for the key in the bag, and searched it very carefully, and the panting all the way back gradually calmed down.

Still haven't found it...

Lost and powerless, Luo Jia took out her phone, and slowly sent a message to Lu Ziyan: "Can you wait a little longer."

He replied quickly: "What's the matter?"

"I didn't bring the key, so I can't enter the dormitory. I'll go to the Internet cafe."

"never mind."

"what?"

"No need to go to the Internet cafe. Find a way to go back to the dormitory first, where is your roommate?"

"I haven't asked..."

"Ask."

She was still thinking about what Lu Ziyan said about playing games with him, and tried to explain her thoughts: "My roommate may come back later, I'll go to the Internet cafe to play for a while, and I can enter when I come back."

The next second, Lu Ziyan's voice came over.

Luo Jia's heart skipped a beat for a moment, then she paused for a moment, hurriedly went to find the earphones in her bag, put them on, and then switched on.

She whispered, "You...why did you call all of a sudden."

"Does the dormitory have a key?" His tone was light and concise.

"There are some."

"now go."

"... Oh good." She started to go downstairs, and the dormitory aunt was on the first floor.

The earphones are quiet, the radio is very good, and you can often hear the crisp sound of his keyboard tapping, but now it is very quiet, there is no sound, he seems to be sitting there waiting for her.

She tried to explain again, "Going to an Internet cafe is the same, anyway, we are playing games together..."

He said again, "No."

His words were concise and without emotion, but the short words made Luo Jia have no courage to persist.

"……Oh."

She hesitated, but compromised, "Okay."

As if he could hear her anxiety, he smiled a little, faintly and imperceptibly, and said, "It's so cold, why don't you go back to the dormitory early."

“Internet cafes are air-conditioned.”

"It will be dark."

"... Oh." This made her suddenly lose the courage to be persistent.

Because she is timid, she will be afraid even in the dark.

She didn't tell anyone about it, and usually took the initiative to bring it home when it was getting late.

But even if she didn't say it, someone could detect it, so she was always nostalgic.

During the month of running to the Internet cafe after school every day in junior high school, the Internet cafe was old and chaotic. She sat in the small corner arranged by her brother in the peaked cap, and no one disturbed her.

One day, the electricity in the Internet cafe was cut off, and it suddenly became dark.

Fortunately, it was still summer at that time, the sky outside was not completely dark, and outlines and figures could still be seen clearly in the haze.

There was a sudden power outage, and the people who were playing games began to swear, and the peaked cap brother followed the network administrator to check the cause of the power outage.

She sat alone in a small quiet corner with her head down, daring not to say a word amidst the chaos of noise and complaints.

The call hasn't come yet, but the voice of the peaked cap brother is heard.

It was his friend who called him from behind, "Where are you going?"

"There are children who are afraid of the dark."

Suddenly hearing his voice approaching, she raised her head in a daze, and saw that he had already walked in front of her, holding her schoolbag in one hand, "Come out, go outside and play with the cat for a while, it's too noisy inside."

It was only at that time that she realized that the sentence he said when he walked over had children afraid of the dark was referring to herself.

The Internet cafe was dimly lit and the chairs were crowded, and she walked cautiously beside him when she couldn't see clearly, and said a little stubbornly, "I'm not particularly afraid of the dark."

What he said at that time... She doesn't seem to remember anymore.

I only remember the profile of his low-eyed glance. Under the black peaked cap, the light was dim and his face was hard to see clearly.

But she could hear, amidst the noisy and chaotic complaints, a low, low laugh coming from his chest.