you better be

It's October and the weather is still not cool.

In the last row of a certain classroom at Blue City University, a boy was lying on the table drowsy.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the balcony came in through the glass window and was shining on him.

He was shaking the pen briefly between his fingers, and the textbooks were spread out on the table to block the sun.

But it didn't block anything, and half of his side face was still exposed to the sun.

This section is an English class, and there is a little time left, the teacher is sitting on a chair by the podium, holding a mobile phone in his hand, he does not know what he saw, and smiles.

There was already a piece of sleep below, but he didn't care at all.

"Hey, have you read the group news?"

"what news?"

The two girls in the front row spoke softly.

Yan Zimi moved, and pulled the book over again.

Cover your face now.

"Pei Huan, play below."

"Pei Huan from the mathematics department?"

"Yes."

Yan Zimi opened his eyes.

The two girls in front had already poked their heads out, but since they were still in class, they were very careful.

"Which one is Pei Huan? I don't wear glasses."

"I didn't wear glasses either. I thought I would go back after class so I didn't wear them."

"me too."

The girl talked closer to the window, and carefully observed the teacher on the podium.

"Which one, a lot of people."

"I don't know, you can ask them in the group."

After the words fell, a voice came from behind them.

"The one in the white coat and black pants."

The girl turned her head to look, and Yan Zimi just turned her gaze away from the window sill.

The girl by the window was a little excited: "Oh."

Another girl asked, "You know him too?"

Before Yan Zimi could answer, the girl by the window became excited again: "He got the ball!"

It was also at this time that the white-clothed and black-pants man below who got the ball made a three-pointer.

"Wow."

"Wow."

Following the girl's whisper, Yan Zimi turned his head to look again.

"very handsome!"

"As expected of Pei Huan."

It's a pity that the ball has already landed, and Yan Zimi didn't see anything.

This English class ended in a mess as usual, and the teacher didn't want to stay any longer, so he checked his watch at the last minute and put away the book early.

As soon as the bell stopped, the teacher had already left the classroom.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and there are a few low growls of liberation in the class, followed by the sound of pulling a chair.

"Don't go yet, everyone."

While Xisuo was tidying up, a boy in the front row stepped onto the podium: "I have something to inform."

The boy finished speaking and was about to take the notebook, but suddenly shouted at the back row: "Yan Zimi!"

Yan Zimi, who had already carried a bag on one shoulder, stopped and looked towards the podium.

"What are you doing? I said I have something to notify, did you hear me?"

The podium man was visibly impatient.

All eyes of the class were on Yan Zimi.

But what Yan Zimi did was to withdraw his gaze and leave the classroom through the back door without looking back.

"Yan Zimi!"

"Damn! What are you pulling!"

Everyone in the first class of fine arts knew that Yan Zimi and Lin Sheng did not get along, and the two had a disagreement since the beginning of their freshman year, and it has not been until now.

One is the first in various excellent majors, and the other is a running errand dog in front of the teachers. No matter what, everyone is liked by the teachers.

So no one has suffered any harm from this disagreement.

Lin Sheng has a bad temper. After more than a year, everyone is always worried about what he will do to Yan Zimi.

Fortunately, it has never been.

Just like today, every time Lin Sheng got angry and yelled, Yan Zimi ignored him at all.

Yan Zimi has a naturally proud face, especially those eyes, when there is no expression, there is a sense of distance, making people afraid to chat with him.

Many people say that he is a born artist.

But no one can deny that Yan Zimi looks particularly good-looking when he smiles.

Especially the very small mole on the tip of his nose, born there, seems to add some playfulness to him.

Probably because Yan Zimi left like this, the class got impatient with the wind.

Everyone urged Lin Sheng to hurry up.

If you have something to say, don't waste your time.

Lin Sheng was unhappy, but he could only swallow it.

From the classroom where the English class is held, it is faster to go down the stairs through a passage bridge.

This access bridge also provides a view of the basketball court below.

But when Yan Zimi came here, the people below had dispersed, some were packing their schoolbags, some were drinking water, and some were being wiped off by their girlfriends.

He didn't see Pei Huan.

After crossing this bridge, Yan Zimi stopped looking down.

He has to catch up on a painting today, and he needs to use it for an event tomorrow. It hasn't started yet, so he has to go back quickly.

After being exposed to the sun for half a class, Yan Zimi felt a little thirsty when he arrived downstairs.

I simply found a convenience store nearby.

As soon as he entered, he heard voices coming from behind.

"I'm going to buy a bottle of water."

Yan Zimi glanced back, then looked away, continued to open the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of water from it.

However, he didn't forcefully close the refrigerator door, and let his hands follow the suction of the refrigerator creakingly.

Soon, a pair of big hands rested on the refrigerator door frame above his head.

Yan Zimi blinked lightly.

The refrigerator door was opened again.

Yan Zimi and Pei Huan went to the cashier one after the other.

"Two yuan." The boss said when he came to him.

Yan Zimi scanned the QR code and entered an amount into the phone.

"Together."

While Yan Zimi was speaking, the loudspeaker in the supermarket sounded: "WeChat payment, 4 yuan."

In Yan Zimi's peripheral vision, the person behind him looked up from his phone after hearing these voices.

Yes, just the two of them in the store.

Yan Zimi left after paying the money, as if he had done nothing just now.

But after only two steps, Yan Zimi was stopped.

Without stopping him completely, he took a step ahead of him intentionally, turned sideways, and waved the mineral water in his hand in front of him.

"classmate."

After Pei Huan shouted, he flinched slightly when he found that his mineral water touched the man's arm.

Pei Huan took some of the mineral water back, but his limbs still seemed to be blocking people.

"do we know each other?"

The man in front of Pei Huan was a little shorter than him, with long and curly hair tied in a small braid behind his head.

But he never looked at Pei Huan.

He also said, "I don't know."

Pei Huan wanted to continue asking, but he suddenly stepped aside.

"Pei Huan," someone called outside, "what are you doing?"

Pei Huan only looked out, and the man strode away.

Pei Huan looked down at the water in his hand and walked out too.

"What are you doing?"

After going out, the roommate asked him: "Meet someone you know?"

I don't know which way the man went, but when Pei Huan came out, he disappeared.

"Unfamiliar."

Pei Huan turned on the water and raised his head to take a sip.

The roommate actually smiled: "You don't know me well."

Pei Huan was puzzled: "Are you familiar?"

Zhao Di: "This is not Yan Zimi."

Pei Huan: "Who?"

Zhao Di: "Yan Zimi from the Art Academy."

Pei Huan still asked, "Who?"

Zhao Di: "..."

Zhao Di: "As for the school grass of the Art Academy, he is very famous since his freshman year, don't you know?"

Pei Huan: "I don't know."

Zhao Di smiled: "How about it, isn't it handsome?"

handsome?

Pei Huan recalled it for a while.

There is no specific picture.

All he could think about was his little butt, his fair skin, and the side of Pei Huan whose cheeks turned red when he opened his mouth.

It's a bit baffling.

"Handsome?"

Pei Huan said, "I don't feel it."