Host, You're Targeted

When Su Muyang approached Luo Yibei, Luo Yibei saw the face of the boy who was staring at him in the stairwell just now.

Although it's a boy, he doesn't take his unique aggressiveness between his eyebrows and eyes. His appearance is also the kind of delicate and beautiful person who makes people feel comfortable and easy to have a good impression on him.

In particular, his apricot eyes are as big and round as the eyes of a deer, and they flash with water mist. The pupils are dark black, but in the sunlight, they will flash with sapphire blue light.

A boy like him is undoubtedly outstanding.

When he was locked in the prey, his eyes were clear.

Luo Yibei's heart is a little complicated. After su Muyang stood still, he was half a head shorter. When he looked up at him a little, from the perspective of Luo Yibei, his eyes were blue.

Su Muyang found that when Luo Yibei looked at himself, he tried to pretend calm, but he was careful to jump.

Su Muyang's inner OS: what is this handsome guy staring at me all the time? fall in love at first sight?!

"Here, let's do a simple experiment."

Professor's words to immerse in their own mind world of two people and classroom in a noisy class back to the classroom.

"Don't make a fuss. It's normal. I'll often invite my classmates to come up later. You should be prepared for this..."

There was a noisy Complaint under the stage. The professor was not moved. He picked up the microphone and motioned Luo Yibei and Su Muyang to extend their hands.

"You two, come on, hold your hand."

I don't know what the professor is going to do. Luo Yibei and Su Muyang, who haven't figured out the professor's routine yet, stare at the professor at the same time.

The professor was staring at both of them.

Three people were staring at each other on the platform.

Three seconds later, the professor decided to do it himself, pulling both of them by the hand and muttering through the microphone.

"Luo Yibei, put your left palm up and your right palm down. Su Muyang, you left palm down, right palm up. "

"Come on, come on, put them together."

The classroom, which was not easy to quiet down, echoed the roar of the whole teaching building again. Su Muyang looked at Luo Yibei without blinking his eyes. When the professor took his hand to Luo Yibei's hand, he first reached out his finger and touched Luo Yibei's palm.

"Luoyibei schoolmate, it's dry and dry. We should be careful of static electricity."

Then, Su Muyang is in the north of Luo Yi, without mood fluctuation, as if in the eyes of the dead, he sticks his hands up.

At the moment of palm touching, Su Muyang felt that it was really embarrassing to stick hands with a man in public.

The professor took a look at the students in the classroom who were all wearing ambiguous smiles and turned his eyes back to Luo Yibei's face, "what's your feeling? Luo Yibei

To be honest, Luo Yibei has no other feeling except that Su Mu raises his hand too cold.

Luo Yibei glanced at the professor, his eyes were full of annoyance, as if it was a silent protest.

"I don't feel much."

The professor said, "ouch," you can't do it, Luo Yibei! Look at Su Muyang's eyes! Su Mu Yang classmate you are also, did not feel to look at Luo one north classmate's eye. "

Su Muyang: He almost forgot that he came to fall in love with Luo Yibei.

"Look for five seconds, and then clasp your fingers, OK? That's it. "

The professor took out his two hands and made a demonstration of ten fingers clasping. He raised his chin to Luo Yibei and began to count seconds.

"One, two, three..."

Luo Yibei looks into Su Muyang's eyes with a pair of clean and transparent apricot eyes like amber, which seems to reflect the light in his eyes, just like the star receiving the sunlight shining in the night sky.

"Here, ten fingers together, like in the TV series."

Su Mu raised his eyebrows and looked at the overlapped hands of two people. He turned the handle close to the palm of Luo Yibei, and his slender fingers squeezed into his fingers and tightened slowly.

Luo Yibei's eyebrows gradually frowned, this time let him feel uncomfortable is not su Mu Yang's still cold hand, but from his hand to Su Muyang palm let his hand gradually warm up temperature.

This feeling of palms touching, accompanied by a strange feeling gushing out of the heart.

My body is numb.

Su Muyang close, clearly feel the change of Luo Yibei's mood.

Isn't it? Luo Yibei itself is curved? He thought that the task would be very difficult, this is just a hand, Luo a North excited?

They couldn't hear what the professor was talking about. There was only the breath in their ears. The palms with ten fingers clasped were burning little by little.

After returning to his seat, Luo Yibei put his hands into his coat pocket, and his fingertips hidden in his clothes were thrust into his palms. He frowned and clenched his teeth. Leaning on his position, he watched the professor spitting stars flying on the platform. The people around him quietly took the books and moved to the side. He was afraid that he would be swept into the whirlwind by his low air pressure The corpse.The pain from the palm spread all over the body along the muscles and collaterals until the numbness disappeared just now, so he let go of his hand.

Is he so easily influenced by emotions?

He's not.

Even if the mood has a moment of fluctuation, it will be forced down by him.

What's more, he is a boy.