Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 596 I Only Have You (23)

When they were in junior high school, Yun Si and Song Jing were still in the same class and at the same table.

Song Jing's dull and meek temperament has not changed much, he still likes to lie on the table and quietly look out the window.

Throughout the year, the scenery outside the window has hardly changed.

It was always the old tree, stretching its branches, touching the window, and bending.

When the sun is good, it will shine on the table inside through the leaves and glass windows.

At that time, the gentle and fair-looking boy would squint his eyes slightly, motionless like a napping milk cat.

He often wears a white T-shirt and loose sports pants. The style is very simple.
Because he seldom basks in the sun, his complexion is very fair, so white that the blood vessels in his arms can be seen clearly,
The fingers faded slightly from their immaturity when they were children, and gradually became clear knuckles.

The short hair on the head is still soft and a little curly,
The body has a sweet candy fragrance all the year round, as if rolling in a pile of candies, it is too sweet.

He still likes to sit in the last row, by the window,

Sleeping on my stomach every day, ignoring the outside world at all,

Only when I wake up and feel thirsty, will I pull the hand of my deskmate and slightly open my moist and hazy eyes.

"water."

He licked his slightly dry lips, and his voice was still a little immature when he was a teenager.

The person who just woke up grabbed the hand of the tablemate, clasping his fingers as if he had done it a thousand times.

Shake and shake in the gap between the chairs, like swinging on a swing.

The deskmate who was taking notes glanced at him and said nothing.

Put down the pen, turn around and take the water bottle from the schoolbag.

After drinking the water, he would narrow his eyes slightly, like a satisfied cat, and start licking his lips.

After the girl put the kettle back, he closed his eyes and took her hand again.

Put it under the desk, in a place where no one can see, shake and swing, swing.

After class, the classroom became noisy.

From time to time someone came to the back row and talked to the girls,
The boy sitting inside would turn his face to the wall, lie on his stomach, and sleep.

No one cares, withdrawn and indifferent.

"Yun Si, how do you do this question? The teacher spoke too fast in class just now, and I didn't understand."

Song Qian, who was sitting in the front row, took a test paper and asked her.

Yun Si glanced at it, smiled, and handed over the note,

"Just now I copied the problem-solving process given by the teacher, you should understand after reading it."

Song Qian let out a long groan, glanced at the person beside her from the corner of her eye, and then turned around.

After copying Yunsi's notes in twos or twos, she turned around and handed them back.

"Thank you, I understand."

She took another sneak look at the boy who was sleeping on his stomach, and then sat back contentedly.

Yun Si didn't miss her slightly shy eyes, and by the way, she also glanced at the person sleeping on his stomach like a big cat,

She turned her pen and held her chin,

He reached out and stroked his hair,
It's not serious, it's more like picking up cats.

The boy moved a bit, probably adjusting his posture,
He rubbed his cheek against his arm, closed his eyes, and didn't respond to the hand touching his head.

Big cats who are lazily napping feel comfortable even when their heads are rubbed.

Dots of sunlight sprinkled on his snow-white side face, his eyes were closed, his brows were clear.

On the wrist as delicate as porcelain, there is a black hair band, which is exactly the same as the girl's ponytail.

(End of this chapter)