he is afraid, he pretends

"Big eyes, fair skin, lively and cute, with a sweet smile..."

Wu Luming leaned on the back of the chair behind him, his head drooped slightly, and he stared at the bright mobile phone screen in the desk with some thought in his eyes, spit out a few vague words.

Qian Weichang manipulated the game characters on the phone, leaned his head towards Wu Luming without raising his head when he heard the voice, and said in a low voice, "Show me."

Wu Luming withdrew his gaze from the phone, turned to look at Qian Weichang: "What are you looking at?"

The game interface changed from color to gray and white, Qian Weichang cursed in a low voice, dropped his phone and looked into Wu Luming's desk.

"Of course she's a beauty. Didn't you just say something about big eyes and cuteness?" He asked.

The phone screen on the desk just turned black, but Wu Luming didn't turn it on again, and responded to Qian Weichang: "There are no photos."

Qian Weichang looked regretful: "Then what were you muttering just now?"

Wu Luming squeezed the phone and turned it around, then put the phone screen down and put it on the desk, raised his hand to support his chin on the table, half closed his eyelids, and after a moment of silence, he slowly uttered a few words: " Mate selection criteria."

"Your criteria for choosing a mate?"

Qian Weichang couldn't control the volume for a while out of surprise, causing many people in the front row to turn their heads curiously.

When he realized it, he quickly covered his mouth and smiled foolishly at the people in the front row.

After all the people in front turned around, he came back to Wu Luming's side again, and said in a low voice, "So you like girls of your type?"

Wu Luming cast a puzzled look at Qian Weichang.

Qian Weichang glanced at the teacher on the podium and saw that the teacher was writing a long series of mathematical formulas on the blackboard with his back facing down, so he let go of his courage and continued to ask Wu Luming: "What did you just say? Big eyes, lively and cute, what else?"

Wu Luming repeated the few adjectives he had just spat out.

Qian Weichang clapped his hands lightly after listening: "This description is not close to you? Let's not talk about the eyes, look at your skin..."

As he spoke, he raised his arm, put it next to Wu Luming's hand, and said lightly to the conspicuous color difference between the two hands: "Forget it's white, it's so smooth, a big man doesn't even have any hand hair."

Qian Weichang shook his head, put down his hands and continued: "As for the lively, cute and sweet smile..."

"The two talking boys in the third-to-last row."

A serious voice suddenly came from the front, interrupting Qian Weichang who was talking excitedly.

Qian Weichang's brain was so hot that he didn't realize it all at once, and he was pulled by Wu Luming before he stood up.

On the podium, the professor wearing black-rimmed glasses stared at the two people who had just stood up with eyes that almost pierced without saying a word.

Among all the teachers, Qian Weichang feared the one in front of him the most. Not only was he strict, but he also deducted class points extremely hard.

Therefore, before he even dared to look forward, his legs were already shaking violently as if suffering from a disease.

The professor stared at the two for half a minute, then tapped the blackboard, and said in a stern voice: "Looking at how happy you are chatting, you should have learned all the content of today's class. What is the answer to this question?"

Qian Weichang looked up at the formula that was so long that it couldn't fit on half the blackboard, his eyes almost went dark.

He immediately looked at Wu Luming for help, and seeing Wu Luming staring at the blackboard, he instantly felt confident.

The classroom was quiet for a minute, and the professor pushed the black-rimmed glasses with a clear face, and said in an unhappy tone: "Class representative, deduct the normal points of these two people..."

"Mr. Xu, can you give me another minute?"

A sudden voice interrupted the professor's next words, and he frowned and looked at the boy who was speaking.

The boy was quite tall, with a fair baby face, and he was showing him a sincere and beseeching smile obediently at the moment.

The professor raised his eyes and met the same sincere gaze of the boy above. Although he didn't say anything in agreement, he didn't say anything else, which was regarded as a tacit consent.

Some small discussions gradually sounded in the lecture hall with 200 people.

The boys in the last row gathered together.

A boy who obviously just woke up wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, put his head closer to the group of boys nearby, and asked in confusion mixed with shock: "Damn, what's the situation? Why did you suddenly ask someone to get up to answer the question? What's the question?" ah?"

The boy next to him raised his hand and pointed to the formula on the blackboard: "Here, it's so long that I can't read it all."

The boy whose face was half-sleeped squinted his eyes and looked up at the blackboard, and when he saw the formula on the blackboard that took up more than half of the blackboard, he woke up instantly and widened his eyes: "This question is for people to answer? Why were the two standing martyrs called up? They couldn’t answer, so Lao Xu won’t smoke other people, right?”

The few people who got together in the last row unanimously approved this conjecture, and immediately started flipping through the books.

The action of several people turning over the book startled the boy who was also sleeping on the other side. The boy probably heard the discussion of several people just now when he was sleepy. He raised his head in a daze, squinted his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him for two seconds , and lay down again.

He covered his face with a book in one hand, and whispered to the people beside him, "Don't worry, the one on the front left will definitely be able to answer it."

The boy next to him flicked through the book and asked him in a low voice, "What do you mean, is this the top student in your class?"

The boy lying on his stomach didn't answer yes or no, but slowly uttered three words: "Wu Luming."

The boy next to him didn't react, and was about to ask who Wu Luming was, when another boy suddenly poked his head over.

"The pervert who scored perfect in three subjects in your class last semester?"

Before the boy lying on his stomach could answer, a clear and loud voice sounded in the classroom: "2."

As soon as the answer came out, the face of the professor on the podium improved a little visibly.

The professor looked Wu Luming in silence, then raised his hand and pushed the heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a deep voice, "Be careful next time, sit down."

Qian Weichang's loud voice sounded first: "Good teacher! We will never do it again!"

After speaking, he smiled and sat down with Wu Luming.

The two had just sat down for half a minute when the get out of class bell rang.

This class is the last class in the morning, so just after Professor Xu finished saying the word "get out of class end", there was a crackling sound in the classroom, and there were not many left when he looked again.

Wu Luming packed the textbooks on the table into his schoolbag, and was patted on the shoulder suddenly.

Turning his head, he saw Qian Weichang's enlarged face in front of his eyes.

"Sweet smile." Qian Weichang suddenly said without beginning or end.

Wu Luming was stunned for a moment before realizing what Qian Weichang meant.

He zipped up his schoolbag, got up and put it on his back: "It's useless to laugh if you don't understand the answer."

"No." Qian Weichang obviously didn't think so.

He put his face in front of Wu Luming again, grinning and showing a row of big white teeth: "If I smile at Lao Xu, don't tell me for 1 minute, I think he can directly ask the class representative to deduct double points from me."

Qian Weichang's skin is dark. I don't know if it's because his teeth are white or because they are too dark to show their whiteness. As long as he grins his mouth wide, the row of big white teeth is particularly eye-catching.

His eyes are actually not too small, but because of his single eyelids, there are gaps when he smiles. In addition to his facial features and edges and corners that are already somewhat tough, he grinned so wide at people, just like a big brother with a fake smile on the street who came out to collect debts.

Wu Luming said "no" stuck in his throat, and simply changed the subject: "I invite you to dinner at noon."

When Qian Weichang heard about the meal, he immediately stopped laughing and said, "Oh, brother Ming is so generous!"

"You can't eat for nothing." Wu Luming added slowly, "Help me move this afternoon."

Qian Weichang was stunned: "Moving?"

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Wu Luming sent Qian Weichang away, and carried the last bag of luggage into the elevator.

The snakeskin bag took up most of the space in the elevator, and Wu Luming was about to raise his hand to press the floor when a boy's voice sounded from far and near: "Mom, come quickly! The elevator just opened!"

There was a sound of footsteps, and before the elevator doors closed, a young woman in business attire appeared at the elevator door with a five or six-year-old boy.

Seeing this, Wu Luming pressed the floor and took a step back dragging the snakeskin bag.

The little boy's voice sounded again: "Mom, this big brother is going to the eighth floor too!"

The young woman was a little anxious, and she didn't know if she heard the boy's words. She answered vaguely, and raised her hand while straightening the boy's collar, saying: "After entering the house, you immediately go to your room to get your schoolbag, and mother will go back to the house." Let's go when we find the key."

The woman said and looked at the watch in her hand: "There are only 10 minutes left. Teacher Yang hates children who are late, so we must hurry up, understand?"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the elevator happened to be on the eighth floor, and she dragged the boy out of the elevator without saying a word.

The building type of the community here is four households on one floor, two households on the north and south sides.

Wu Luming carried the snakeskin bag to the door of a house on the south side, just when he was about to enter the password, the door of the next door opened, and the mother and son who were in a hurry appeared again.

The young woman pulled the child and didn't even look aside, but when the boy ran around the corner, he turned his head and looked at Wu Luming curiously.

The owner of the house is not at home.

Wu Luming found the guest room assigned to him based on the content of the chat yesterday.

The guest room and the master bedroom are on the same side, facing the sun.

The rooms are a decent size but do not have bathrooms.

By the time Wu Luming finished packing everything, the sun had already set on the top of the mountain.

September in City A is still unbearably hot, especially on a day like today when the sun is extremely strong.

Since he couldn't find the remote control of the air conditioner, Wu Luming braved the hot wind to pack up his things all afternoon. His whole body was sweating and wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The evening wind finally got a little cooler. He took the chair in the bedroom and sat down by the window. He leaned back and stretched his neck. He closed his eyes and felt the wind passing by his neck. A white T-shirt completely soaked in sweat.

Just as the heat was about to drop a little, there was a sudden sound of the door opening.

The door is electronically locked, and there will be two beeps when the door is opened.

Wu Luming opened his eyes the moment he heard the ding-dong sound, his light-colored pupils slowly enlarged under the setting sun.

"Clap" sound.

It was the sound of the door being shut.

Wu Luming seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, he got up, casually grabbed a handful of wet hair, and walked towards the door.

There is a full-length mirror standing by the door. It doesn't look like a new one, because the mirror has dust on it, and the light is not very clear.

When Wu Luming passed by the mirror, he stopped and turned to look at himself in the mirror.

The teenager in the mirror is thin, tall and white.

After the sweltering heat, the skin was white and red, especially the face and neck, which were so red that they were about to bleed, as if they had just experienced strenuous exercise.

Wu Luming's gaze stayed on his face in the mirror for a moment, then he suddenly moved closer to the mirror, almost touching his face completely.

There was the sound of something heavy being dropped on the ground from outside the room.

Wu Luming stared at the mirror, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, his eyes bent down a bit in conjunction, and he didn't stop until two small dimples appeared on his cheeks.

The young man in the mirror has a well-behaved face, a harmless and sincere smile, and the looming dimples at the corners of his mouth are embedded in that childish baby face, which makes people feel close to each other when they see it.

This expression did not last long, as if he had rehearsed it countless times, Wu Lu Ming quickly and neatly restrained his expression, retracted his gaze from the mirror, and walked briskly towards the door.

The door can be seen from the door of the room.

Wu Luming opened the door and just squeezed out half of his body when he saw the man standing at the door.

The man is tall and tall, and the top of his head almost touches the door frame when he stands upright. In addition, his facial features are three-dimensional and well-defined. He should have a relatively tough appearance, but because of the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looks a little more refined and bookish.

He was wearing a dark coffee-colored short-sleeve, and after unloading the travel bag on his back and putting it on the table at the door, he bent down as if intending to change his shoes.

There is a shoe rack by the door.

When Wu Luming came in, he saw that it wasn't full, so he put a pair of his own slippers in when packing up.

At this time, the man bent over and seemed to have found the unfamiliar pair of slippers on the shoe rack.

I saw him not moving for a long time, staring at the shoe rack and frowning slowly, as if he was thinking.

It was at this time that Wu Luming made his voice.

He walked out of the bedroom and called softly, "Brother Yuan?"

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