you better be

The corridors are very quiet.

Yan Zimi was still lowering his head and pretending to read the paper.

Yes, very fake.

No one knew how fast his heart was beating.

The piece at the tip of the nose seems to be hot, and it has a different temperature from the rest of the body.

It's the temperature from Pei Huan.

He thought, it's a good thing his bangs are longer, so that it might cover his face and make it difficult for Pei Huan to see anything.

But maybe it was too long, he heard Pei Huan laugh.

"Are you doing a question, classmate Yan Zimi?"

Yan Zimi closed the paper calmly: "Just take a look."

After a while, the frame of Yan Zimi's glasses fell down again.

He wanted to help him, but Pei Huan helped him.

Pei Huan quickly reached out, touched the edge of his glasses, and pushed them up.

He also said: "Today's pair is a bit bigger."

Pei Huan wanted to say something later, but was interrupted.

"You two are here," Zhao Di came out suddenly: "I just wondered why I wrote two lines of code, and you are gone."

Pei Huan turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Di smiled: "Tell Zimi about it."

Zhao Di squeezed directly between Yan Zimi and Pei Huan, and picked up the printed material in Yan Zimi's hand.

"I'm afraid you'll be confused, so I'll explain it to you."

Next, Zhao Di spent 2 minutes explaining to him here and there, first this volume, then this volume, this volume is easier, this volume is a bit difficult, just forget it if you don’t understand it.

Yan Zimi nodded and nodded, nodded and nodded.

"Okay, thank you, senior."

Yu Nan became happy: "It's a small matter." He took out his mobile phone: "Ask me if you don't understand anything, add a WeChat."

Yan Zimi glanced at Pei Huan subconsciously, but he didn't expect Pei Huan to be looking at him too.

Yan Zimi simply asked: "Add?"

Before Pei Huan could speak, Zhao Di smiled, "Why did you add me on WeChat and ask him?"

Pei Huan: "Come on."

Only then did Yan Zimi take out his mobile phone, and said to Zhao Di, "Thank you senior."

Zhao Di felt embarrassed: "Don't thank me all the time, it's too polite."

On the way back, Yan Zimi met that person who looked like Lin Sheng again.

The two looked at each other for a while in the corridor, then quickly turned their eyes away and went their own way.

But Yan Zimi didn't expect that Lin Sheng suddenly had nothing to do in this afternoon.

Almost everyone around them knew about their disagreement, so for so long, Yan Zimi tried not to meet Lin Sheng if he could.

It just so happened that Lin Sheng also disliked him, and the two of them basically had no contact.

But this afternoon, while Yan Zimi was painting, Lin Sheng came over alone.

He walked up to Yan Zimi like a ruffian: "It's pretty good, I hooked up with Pei Huan."

Yan Zimi paused when he heard Pei Huan's name.

I also suddenly understood why that person looked like Lin Sheng.

I heard that Lin Sheng has an older brother who is from the Department of Mathematics.

However, Yan Zimi's abnormality is not too obvious, and he still behaves like I don't care about you and you hurry to get out.

Not only did Lin Sheng not leave, but he also sat on the table next to Yan Zimi.

Because they are here to repaint, they are the only ones in the classroom right now.

"If you fart, let it go." Yan Zimi said this lightly.

Lin Sheng: "You fucking fart."

Yan Zimi was speechless.

Lin Sheng took a light breath: "I'm just kind enough to remind you, Mr. Pei Huan, don't have any nasty thoughts."

Yan Zimi still didn't speak.

But it didn't affect Lin Sheng at all.

"I think you also know what happened after Zhou Hua and Pei Huan confessed their love," he said with a smile, "Pei Huan said it was disgusting."

Yan Zimi blinked slightly, and tilted his head to look at his painting.

Then he laughed out the other paintbrush in the bucket and tapped it hard twice.

"Fuck me." Lin Sheng jumped up in fright from the splashing water.

He rushed to Yan Zimi's side all at once, raised his fist and was about to swing it.

But Yan Zimi didn't look scared at all, and even went up against his fist.

"What are you doing?" Yan Zimi stared into Lin Sheng's eyes.

Lin Sheng gritted his teeth, but didn't move.

But Yan Zimi moved.

He only shook his arms, but Lin Sheng immediately backed away like a frightened bird, staggered two more steps and almost slipped.

"Ha," Lin Sheng laughed dryly, "Big darling, how would I dare?" He looked at Yan Zimi's side face and smiled, "Just treat yourself as everyone's darling, how wonderful, there are so many people protecting you , in love."

After Lin Sheng finished speaking, he cut his voice, turned around and left as if he didn't want to stay any longer, but he heard a sentence from beside him.

"Coward."

Very mocking tone.

Lin Sheng was so angry that he abducted back again: "It's better than you being gay."

Yan Zimi continued to paint his paintings: "Which eye of yours sees that I am gay?"

Lin Sheng pointed at Yan Zimi, gritted his teeth but couldn't say anything.

In the end, I could only say, "You fucking wait for me!"

One sentence is not enough, add another sentence: "Disgusting!"

Yan Zimi didn't think he existed at all.

Lin Sheng couldn't vent his anger, so he kicked the table next to him hard, slammed the door and left.

Yan Zimi was the only one left in the studio again. After several minutes, he realized that his color adjustment seemed to be a bit wrong.

Fortunately, it can be remedied.

He was a little absent-minded, and it wasn't that he didn't care about what Lin Sheng said.

When the painting was about to end, Yan Zimi received a call from Lin Jie, and he came to borrow his account to play games again.

Yan Zimi bit the paintbrush, scanned the QR code of the game, and continued with the work at hand.

What he didn't know was that Lin Jie had just started the game when he was bumped into by Zhao Di over there.

Zhao Di often borrows his account from friends, and now he is asking for his friend's request to come up to pick up things.

Seeing that Yan Zimi was in the game and could still watch the battle, Zhao Di didn't take anything and just clicked in.

"Good guy," Zhao Di looked at the phone and laughed, "Zimi is playing games with his wild king."

After the words fell, Yu Nan came over, and Xiao Dong also came over.

Yu Nan: "Let me see how powerful this wild king is."

Several people squeezed their heads to look at Zhao Di's mobile phone.

But what happened?

The next picture in my hand...

Yan Zimi turned around in circles, releasing his skills, while his wild king stood for a while and circled around him for a while.

The wild area is empty, but these two people are inside, you cling to me, and I cling to you.

"What are they doing?"

The three of them raised their heads upon hearing the sound, and saw that Pei Huan also came over to take a look at sometime.

Zhao Di laughed: "Can't you see it?"

Pei Huan asked, "What do you see?"

Yu Nan also laughed, and explained: "Flirting, thanks to the fact that I can't hear the voice, maybe I'm talking about something."

Pei Huan cast his eyes on the screen again.

Yu Nan: "These two have a tacit understanding. It is estimated that more than 600 games of the junior's support are with this wild king brother..."

He swallowed the word "brother", and suddenly had an epiphany: "It may be Miss Ye Wang."

Zhao Di raised his eyebrows and asked Pei Huan, "Does Zimi have a girlfriend?"

Pei Huan turned his head away: "I don't know."

Zhao Di: "Just ask."

Pei Huan: "There's nothing to ask."

When the setting sun was about to fall at Yan Zimi's feet, he finally finished the painting.

He picked up his phone to check the time, packed up and went back to the apartment without delay.

During dinner at night, Yan Zimi took out the paper that Pei Huan had given him, and did a reading comprehension.

Coincidentally, Pei Huan sent him a message as soon as he finished checking the answers.

To the point: "Games at night?"

Yan Zimi: "Not today"

After he finished speaking, he showed Pei Huan the question he had just finished, and attached a sentence.

"I'd rather die"

The picture is the selected part taken by Yan Zimi, 10 of the 9 questions above were crossed out by the red pen.

Pei Huan over there looked at it and smiled.

He zoomed out the picture, saw the text posted by Yan Zimi, and smiled again.

fire: "A little bit wrong"

Yan Zimi: "Is it just a little too much?"

Just after Yan Zimi's news passed, the phone rang suddenly, and a voice call from Pei Huan flashed on the big screen.

Yan Zimi was stunned for three seconds before quickly pressing the answer button.

Pei Huan's voice came from the speaker of the mobile phone: "There are too many mistakes."

Yan Zimi smiled helplessly, grabbed the chopsticks and rested his chin on the back of his hand: "Senior," he laughed at himself in a low voice: "What should I do if my English is so poor."

Pei Huan asked: "Have you thought about level four?"

Yan Zimi: "Is there anyone who doesn't want to pass the fourth grade?"

Pei Huan: "Are you free? Let me tell you this first."

Yan Zimi bit her lip.

He would love to be free.

But: "Not good, I'm going out soon, I have a part-time job tonight."

Pei Huan: "Part-time job?"

Yan Zimi: "Well, there's a painting studio outside. I'm on duty tonight and I'll be there at 7 o'clock."

Pei Huan glanced at the time: "It's past six o'clock."

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

At this moment, Yan Zimi also finished eating, so he tied a knot for the takeaway and put his bag on his back.

Pei Huan: "So you're not free at night because you have to work?"

Yan Zimi nodded: "Yes," he said distressedly: "But what about this question? Am I disqualified from being a senior lecturer?"

Pei Huan smiled: "Have it anytime."

Yan Zimi licked his lips: "Is this the only question?"

Pei Huan: "Two questions are fine."

Yan Zimi's final sound rises and falls: "Ah, just two questions."

Pei Huan smiled: "What do you want, classmate Yan Zimi?"

Yan Zimi closed the door with his backhand: "Think, pass level four."

"I can't guarantee this," Pei Huan said, "but I can supervise you."

He added: "Can I have the qualification to supervise you to do the questions?"

Yan Zimi let out a loud hey in his heart, but Pei Huan didn't hear it.

Yan Zimi: "Have it anytime."

Pei Huan smiled and asked, "Are you obedient?"

Yan Zimi: "Extremely obedient."

Pei Huan: "Just be obedient."

Yan Zimi lives on the fifth floor, but he doesn't take the elevator anymore, and the elevator has no signal.

When he got to the safe passage, Pei Huan asked him, "Still leaving?"

Yan Zimi: "On the way out."

Pei Huan hummed: "That's it."

Yan Zimi immediately said: "Don't."

Pei Huan: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zimi's heart beat a little heavy, but he still said quickly: "Come out with me, senior."

The senior smiled lightly: "Why do you need someone to accompany you when you go out?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

Pei Huan asked, "How can I accompany you?"

Yan Zimi: "Chat with me."

Pei Huan: "What do you want to talk about?"

Yan Zimi has never thought so fast before: "Tell me what kind of plan you plan to make for me."

Pei Huan: "I have to think about it, I haven't done it."

Yan Zimi: "I'm starting to look forward to it."

Pei Huan smiled: "I'm going to be nervous when you're like this."

Yan Zimi felt that every word in his words was floating: "It's right to be nervous."

After chatting for so long, Yan Zimi has already reached the fourth floor.

How can he walk so fast.

Just thinking about what to say next, Pei Huan suddenly called his name.

"Yan Zimi."

Yan Zimi: "Huh?"

Pei Huan asked him, "Do you have a girlfriend?"