After being forced into an infinite loop, I saved White Moonlight

Chapter 6 Didn't You Think About It?
After two classes, during the break in the middle, Tang Xun came to Lin Mengmeng's side again. He seemed to have regained his usual expression, joking with Lin Mengmeng.

"I saw it, the teacher knocked on your head like this."

Tang Xun said so, and made a gesture, pointing at her head.

Lin Mengmeng was already irritable, but now she was even more irritable when he said that.

She rolled her eyes, pushed his hand away, and said contemptuously, "Then, what do you want to say?"

Lin Mengmeng is sitting on a chair, sitting in front of the drawing board. On her drawing board, she draws a pencil sketch of a human head, which is lifelike. The incandescent light shines on it, and the eyes of the middle-aged man in the painting seem to be looking at them Same, kind of inexplicably weird.

Tang Xun squatted next to Lin Mengmeng, and he became shorter in an instant.

The white, temperatureless light of the incandescent lamp hit his face, making him look even paler. At that moment, Lin Mengmeng felt a chill down his back.

She moved her chair, sat next to her, subconsciously looked around to see if anyone was looking, and then asked, "Why are you squatting in front of me all of a sudden."

Tang Xun didn't care about the gazes around him at all. He picked up the A4 paper that Lin Mengmeng threw aside, turned it over and looked at it, and there was a street drawn on it. He looked at it for a long time, and said while looking at it: "No reason, I just came here to ask you something."

Probably Tangxun had been looking at it for a long time, and Lin Mengmeng felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking that if he continued like this, he would probably pick on her. She snatched the painting, crumpled it up, and threw it into a corner, feeling a little annoyed. : "Don't look at this, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask, class will start soon."

Tang Xun hummed, but the topic still stopped on that painting.

"Mengmeng, is this the scene you dreamed about last night? The painting is quite good."

Lin Mengmeng shivered violently, and directly refused to admit it.

"certainly not."

She finally spent two classes telling herself that this was just a dream, as long as she forgot it, but now Tang Xun insisted on asking this, which made her even more annoyed.

That dream kept playing in her mind like a movie, and she couldn't forget it no matter how hard she tried.

Tang Xun said: "Tell the truth, did the dream you had feel...very real? Zhao Lin said that you died in the dream, did you really feel the pain at that time?"

Lin Mengmeng shuddered immediately. She shifted her gaze to Tang Xun's body, intending to find some clues, but Tang Xun's expression was calm, and there was a dark bruise under his eyes. It looked like he had stayed up late for a long time. Not very energetic, but his eyes seem to see through many things.

Because she was so close, she could smell the salty seaweed soup wafting from Tang Xun's body.

Her voice was trembling even when she spoke. When she recalled that dream and Tang Xun's words, she actually felt that at the moment when she was knocked into the air, she felt the piercing pain, but she could feel it in her dream. Does it hurt...

Because it was too unreal, Lin Mengmeng's little face was so frightened that it was paler than the whiteness of A4 drawing paper, but Tang Xun suddenly stood up, pretending that the previous thing had never happened, reached out and rubbed her cheeks. The melon seed in the head said softly: "It's just to tease you. Seeing how scared you are, I can't bear to continue talking. It's just a dream, don't think too much, and what I said just now , In fact, it’s just casual talk, how can you feel pain when you’re dreaming, don’t you think?”

She came back to her senses, looked up at the tall Tang Xun standing in front of her, forgot to slap his hand rubbing her head away, and just sat there in a daze, the atmosphere between the two of them was tense. It looks a little ambiguous in the eyes of others.

All of this was seen by Zhang Xueying who had just entered the studio not far away.

She had a complicated expression, and she was holding the painting utensils that had just been cleaned. At this moment, water was still dripping down, and a few flowers were blooming on the ground.

But at this moment, the class bell rang, and Tang Xun put away his hand from rubbing her head, bent down and leaned in front of her, and said, "If you're in such a bad mood, let's go together after school tonight, and I'll take you to eat something delicious." of."

Zhang Xueying deliberately passed by them. Hearing these words, she couldn't help but tighten the painting utensils in her hands.

Lin Mengmeng didn't speak. After Tang Xun left, Zhang Xueying put down the painting utensils in her hands, leaned over and asked with a smile, "Lin Mengmeng, do you have a 5B pencil? I just found out that it was used up, but I couldn't find a spare pencil." Come on, class is already in session, I have borrowed it everywhere, but none of the classmates around me, can you lend me one? Please help me.”

She suddenly came back to her senses, looked at Zhang Xueying's pretty face, quickly picked up the pencil bag, found a 5B pencil, handed it to her, and said, "I happen to have it, let me lend it to you."

She sighed and patted her cheek, trying to calm herself down.

Don't think about what's there and what's not.

After Zhang Xueying said thank you, she didn't leave with a pencil. She stood there, looked at the painting Lin Mengmeng was talking about, and then asked, "I saw Tang Xun talking to you just now, and I felt a little strange... Tang Didn’t that man Xun always talk to girls? Do you know him? I’ve heard before that you and Tang Xun are from the same junior high school, right?”

When Zhang Xueying asked these questions, Lin Mengmeng, who was simple-minded, didn't notice anything was wrong, so she hummed and said, "We know each other. Not only are we classmates in elementary school and junior high school, but Tang Xun and I are also neighbors."

Lin Mengmeng felt that there was nothing wrong with what she said, but in Zhang Xueying's ears, she felt that Lin Mengmeng was showing off indirectly, and she was in a bad mood. For Lin Mengmeng, who had never been in contact with her before, she began to develop a feeling of Share hate to come.

But her expression was well managed. At this moment, she pretended to be surprised and continued to ask, not paying attention to the fact that the class bell rang.

"Wow, isn't that a childhood sweetheart? Mengmeng, you are so lucky to be able to be a childhood sweetheart with such a handsome guy. Do you know that Tang Xun is very popular now, and was sent off by a few girls in the next class a few days ago?" What about love letters?"

Lin Mengmeng was too lazy to meddle in Tang Xun's affairs, but after hearing what Zhang Xueying said, she became a little interested. She curled her lips and continued.

"I'm not surprised anymore. After all, Tang Xun was not like this before, but I don't know why he seemed to be a different person when he entered junior high school. At that time, he was chased by all the girls in the school. Sometimes he would still have sex after school. The female classmate followed him, and then confessed at his door, sending love letters or something, it's just a small case."

Lin Mengmeng sighed after finishing speaking.

Zhang Xueying said in surprise: "Is there such a thing?" Then he lowered his voice and asked intentionally, "By the way, I'm curious, so you don't have any thoughts when such a handsome guy is by your side?"

Lin Mengmeng looked at her with her head down, and said, "No."

Zhang Xueying breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and then said, "But when I was passing by just now, I heard Tang Xun telling you about going out to play at night..."

(End of this chapter)