Host, You're Targeted

The bell of the first evening self-study class rang, and the two classes sitting on the first floor of the library began to move.

During one night's self-study period, Shen Yang has helped Lin fengxu fill up the rest of the Chinese paper and the comprehensive paper, even half of the major questions in the history single subject.

Zhao Xia and Yuan Pei, sitting opposite to them, threw their pens at the moment when the bell rang after class. They spread their hands backward and collapsed on the back of their chairs.

Shen Yang sorted out Lin fengxu's papers, folded them neatly at the edges and corners, and put them on the table. He also helped him collect the used draft paper.

Yuan Pei and Zhao Xia made up their eyes without light.

Lin fengxu is still working on math problems, burying his head and writing calculations on the draft paper, as if he didn't hear the bell after class.

How nice! Write your own math, need to copy someone to help.

Yuan Pei and Zhao Xia simultaneously clenched their lips and lowered the corners of their mouths to show their bitter faces.

Lin fengxu is found what cheap, why Shen Yang willingly copy his homework?

Why does the handsome internship teacher help Congliang's little thugs make up their homework? What kind of dark trade is hidden behind this? Is it the moral collapse and willingness, or the distortion and unidentified transaction of human nature?

Shen Yang helps Lin fengxu finish his work without disturbing him. He holds his cheek and looks at him gently.

It seems that Lin fengxu is not frowning in the calculation of mathematical problems, but in what swing action.

as like as two peas and Zhao Xia, they were surprised to find that their eyes and expressions were identical to themselves.

Finally, Lin fengxu finished the math problem. He wrote down the last step on the paper and put down his pen.

"Hoo." Lin Feng Xu breathed a sigh of relief, felt the sense of achievement in calculating the answer, and leaned back on the back of his chair.

Shen Yang bumped his leg under the table with his knee, raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile, "is it finished?"

Lin fengxu back neck against the back of the chair, he tilted his head to see Shen Yang, also pulled the corner of his mouth to smile, "there is a sense of achievement."

In the library, the incandescent lamp flickers his eyes. Lin Feng smiles and rubs his eyes.

His long, beautiful fingers rubbed against his eyes twice, blocking most of his face.

The corners of his mouth were still up, and the lower half of his face, which was exposed in the light, was too soft.

Chen Chun and Zhou que sat at the window end of the classroom. After class, they looked at Lin fengxu and Shen Yang.

"Wow, Lin fengxu is laughing!" A girl pulled Chen Chun for a while, and her words were filled with uncontrollable excitement. "I still saw him smile for the first time."

Chen Chun put a hand on the back of the chair, facing Lin fengxu.

Zhou que, who was sitting opposite her, deliberately pulled her hand and said with a smile, "ah, ah! Don't say, Lin Feng is really gentle when he laughs! It's totally different from the coldness he usually shows

Chen Chun looked at Lin fengxu's smiling face and did not speak.

Blocking the upper half of his face, Lin fengxu's facial features are extremely soft. I don't know whether it's because of the light or because of other changes that have taken place in him.

Lin fengxu just rubbed his eyes. Shen Yang clasped his wrist and pulled his hand down. He also whispered something with his lips.

Lin Feng Xu leans on the back of the chair, thin lips open and close, and says something. The raised lip corners have not been pressed down.

At that moment, Chen Chun suddenly felt that Lin Feng Xu had something different from before.