"Student, is there anyone here?"

"No, sit down."

Yan Shuang got up and let people go in and sit down. He flipped through the professional book, and wrote a lot of notes on it. People around him saw it and sighed: "Wow, you remember it well."

"It's not just recorded in class. It's too late in get out of class. After class, read the supplementary information shared."

"Amazing, writing so much, won't it look messy?"

Just as Yan Shuang was exchanging learning experiences with the classmates around him, he was keenly aware of a strange aura, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Ji Yao who was walking into the classroom.

Ji Yao was still the same, cold and icy, with a black bag slung over his shoulders. He saw Yan Shuang, and his eyes were just like a swallow grazing the water.

Yan Shuang's eyes widened slightly, his eyes followed Ji Yao, watching Ji Yao walk all the way to the classroom and sit down at the end.

"Why is he here? He never came to this class once?" The classmates around him asked curiously.

Yan Shuang turned his face back and said lightly, "I don't know."

Of course it was for him, Yan's little thumbs were on his lips, and a faint smile appeared.

At the end of a big class, Yan Shuang deliberately dawdled in his seat to clean up his books, and from time to time he turned his head to look back, hesitating and dodging.

Ji Yao was sitting at the back of the classroom by the window. An open professional book was spread out on his desk. The white shirt was sunny.

The cold eyes under the long eyelashes suddenly caught Yan Shuangqian's gaze.

Yan Shuang immediately turned his face suddenly as if frightened, his hands trembled, and the book already packed in the canvas bag fell down with a "clatter".

The people around him were taken aback by the movement, and Yan Bixie hurriedly apologized while picking up the book.

"Isn't it..."

One hand picked up the last book.

Yan Shuang raised his head.

There was a hustle and bustle around, the crowd was flowing, but no sound could come in, and the sight was completely occupied by that person. The staring at him like this formed a unique space, with nothing but sunlight and wind.

The book was handed to him, but Yan Shuang was stunned and did not pick it up. The corner of the book he was holding on his chest slowly fell overwhelmed and smashed to the ground again. Yan Shuang reached out and snatched the book from Ji Yao's hand as if awake. book, and went to pick up the book that fell on the ground again.

He was in a hurry and looked really embarrassed.

The book on his chest was quietly picked up by a big hand and taken away with three copies.

Yan Shuang's situation suddenly became easier, he paused, then stood up slowly, stuffed Shu Xian's head into his bag, avoiding Ji Yao's gaze, stretched out his hand, and said softly, "Thank you."

Three books returned to his arms.

Yan Shuang turned around holding the schoolbag and mixed into the crowd.

Ji Yao stood in front of the window, watching the thin figure disappear like water into the ocean.

"You said to deduct your points, but I don't think it will affect you at all. You are still living in our academy anyway."

"Well, you promise me a condition, and I can also meet your requirements without deducting his points."

"In the future, as long as you are in our academy for one day, you are not allowed to miss any class."

Holding the book in his hand, Ji Yao lowered his face and thought to himself: They are both settled.

"that……"

A low voice broke into his space again.

His eyes swept over, but he didn't know when Yan Shuang came back, the tide-like crowd had gradually dispersed, he stood at the end against the current, one step away from Ji Yao, his expression was cowardly, his face flushed, and he mustered up his courage. Said: "Let's... have a class together, okay?"

"I know that I promised not to appear in front of you in the future, but you came to class today, and I don't want to drop out. We are sitting in the same classroom, we are still a dormitory, you can pick up books for me..."

His words were incoherent, his face became more and more red, and the more he spoke, the more anxious he was, and his breath could not keep up.

"Can."

Ji Yao interrupted him and easily gave him a clear answer to all his expectations.

"Let's go."

Those clean, white hands that had never suffered from human suffering reached into Yan Shuang's arms, and carried the worn canvas bag he was holding on his chest.

Yan Shuang's hands were empty at once, he reached for the strap of the canvas bag, "I can do it myself."

Ji Yao picked up the bag, turned it over and showed Yan Shuang a look at the corner under the bag.

The milky white cloth was badly worn, and the color of the book inside was faintly revealed.

"broken."

Yan double opened his lips, "...then I'll hold it."

"No need."

Ji Yao put down his bag on his shoulder, stuffed the worn canvas bag into it, and hung it back on his shoulder, "Let's go."

Yan Shuang wanted to say something else, his head was covered by Ji Yao's hand, he turned to the door, "I'm going to be late."

There are two big classes in the morning, although there is half an hour in between, but the teaching buildings are far apart, and they have to go over to grab seats. Most of the students are running.

Yan Shuang and Ji Yao were delayed in the classroom for a few minutes, and his face became very anxious. He cautiously said, "I'll go over and occupy the seat first, okay?"

"Ok."

Yan Shuang ran out for two steps, then ran back immediately.

His hair was messy, and his face was full of worry, "You, will you come? My books... are all with you..."

Ji Yao tilted his head and glanced over the tall trees on the campus and the students hurriedly running by. He suddenly recalled the time when he was in middle school.

At that time, the Ji and Qin families were still neighbors.

He didn't want to go to school, so he took advantage of the bodyguard's inattentiveness, jumped over the wall through the side door, and happened to land in the garden of Qin's house.

That was the first time he saw Qin Qing. Qin Qing looked very embarrassed. He was sitting in the flower bushes and overwhelmed a rose flower. When he saw him, his beautiful eyes opened wide. A bright smile appeared.

"You take me away, okay?"

His hand was suddenly pulled, and Yan Shuang saw Ji Yao's expression softened, "I'll take you with me."

Before the two of them could react, they were dragged away by Ji Yao.

Maybe Ji Yao's real temperament is not as cold as his appearance shows.

He would like underground racing, he would not hesitate to overturn his evaluation of a person, and he would suddenly run around the campus holding Yan Shuang's hand like he is now.

There is a flame in his heart, which is easily hidden from sight, and occasionally a trace of flame is enough to ignite the people passing by him.

He is heartless.

Until he burned people to ashes, he was unintentional.

"Stop-stop-" Yan Shuang grabbed Ji Yao's arm with his backhand and pulled him, "Just, here we go."

Yan Shuang's physical strength is not bad.

Abuse text always suffers from lack of physical strength, and can't get out of bed.

But still can't keep up with the **** attack.

He was running out of breath, sweating on his forehead, Ji Yao still didn't sweat at all, his face was white, and he was still the same ice sculpture.

"Not yet," Ji Yao's tone was slightly higher than usual, "You can't run anymore?"

Yan Shuang waved his hand, "I can run, here, just walk up."

He let go of Ji Yao's arm, "Give me the book."

Ji Yao didn't move.

Yan Shuang lowered his head again, his voice was like a mosquito, "It's not good for them to see."

Ji Yao still didn't move, he carried the bag on one shoulder and turned straight up the stairs.

Yan Shuang hurriedly followed, reaching for the backpack on Ji Yao's shoulder, but Ji Yao avoided it, and Ji Yao stood on the upper step, "You go up first."

"My book..." Yan Shuang stretched out his hands, spreading them out, looking pitifully begging.

"No."

Yan Shuang was choked by Ji Yao's calm attitude, he withdrew his hand and whispered, "Why are you being a rogue..."

"say what?"

Yan Shuang raised his eyes and glanced at it quickly, thinking that he had heard it but pretended not to hear it, Xiao Ji has something.

"Go up," Ji Yao stepped aside from the stairs, "occupy a seat."

Yan Shuang dawdled past him, still hesitating to look back.

Ji Yao looked at him like this, took off the backpack on his shoulders, stretched out his arms, and the backpack was immediately suspended in the gap of the stairs.

"I'll let go when I count to three."

Before Ji Yao could start counting, Yan Shuang was already running up.

Ji Yao retracted his arm.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the stairs.

He suddenly envied Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang has something he wants.

Although there are hardships following him in life, he still refuses to give up, and persistently moves towards where he wants to go.

Ji Yao wandered upstairs and found that his view of Yan Shuang had changed a lot.

Before, he hated Yan Shuang's cowardice and became dirty because of cowardice.

The stop at the suburban car yard completely reversed Ji Yao's impression of Yan Shuang.

He is neither cowardly nor stupid, but fate has dragged him into a bottomless trap from which he cannot escape.

For the first time, the young master who does not eat the fireworks of the world knows that many of the depravity in the world are involuntary, and cannot be resisted by his own strength, and even if he wants to help him, he has no way to start.

The classroom was full, and Yan Shuang arrived late, only occupying two positions on the center side. He sat in the position, and half of the people leaned towards the side, as if to protect his victory, reached out a small hand. He made a big move to Ji Yao twice.

"Come on, come on."

Ji Yao walked over.

A scene that had happened a few days ago had reappeared.

Students in the classroom were awakened by the highly similar images.

"It's really Ji Yao!"

"Why is Ji Yao here?"

"Oh? It's the one who opened a room with Ji Yao again... what's it called?"

"Didn't Ji Yao ignore him last time?"

"What is their relationship?"

The chattering voices in the classroom piled up, forming a murmur.

Yan Shuang's originally excited expression gradually became uneasy again amid the discussion. He quietly retracted his body leaning toward the seat beside him, and twisted his hands into a ball on the table.

Ji Yao carried his bag diagonally to the row of seats, and said to the students in the row, "Please let me go."

"Oh oh."

As his footsteps approached Yan Shuang little by little, the discussion grew louder.

The backpack fell heavily on Yan's knees.

Everything seems to be repeating itself.

The students in the last row had already stood up with a smile, ready to let Ji Yao sit in.

The chair beside him was pulled away, Yan Shuang raised his face, just as he saw Ji Yao sitting down, his side face was handsome and picturesque, the impact of that face was magnified several times at such a close distance.

"Look at what?"

Yan Shuang regained his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, his ears and face were all red, and he hurriedly took out his canvas bag from his backpack.

And at the moment when the canvas bag was taken out.

Tear.

The corner that has been worn is broken.

Before Yan Shuang could react, the people around him had already wrapped the worn-out bag with quick eyes and hands.

"Be careful."

Ji Yao fished out the broken bag and placed it in front of Yan Shuang.

The bag was put away, but Yan Shuang didn't take the book, and his eyes were still fixed on Ji Yao.

That kind of focused and eager gaze made Ji Yao unable to remain indifferent. He glanced over and saw a pair of black and white eyes, but the circles of his eyes were red, and there was a little water in the eyeballs.

"thanks."

Simple two words, but there is a love that is about to be hidden.

Although he has never been in love, Ji Yao still understands the meaning of Yan Shuang's eyes now.

He lowered his eyes, refusing to receive a signal he couldn't respond to.

But he was facing the man who dared to stop in front of his car, and the rest of the words still stubbornly got into his ears.

"Thank you so much... Ji Yao."

There was a faint choking sound.

He was so pitiful, so pitiful that Ji Yao couldn't just ignore him like that.

Ji Yao didn't look at him, but reached out to help him find the books he needed in class from the worn canvas bag.

"Let's go to class."

Yan Shuang looked at the professional book in front of her with tears in her eyes, thinking that the effect of the class was really good.

The emotional line in the backstage has soared to 30%, and he is really in Bengbu's tears!

Thank you, Xiaoji.

Your love line is really good!

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