Chapter 3 Song Zhiyu Let’s go, Mr. Song

The light from the street lamp shone on the intertwined black shadows of the people. Yuan Qing raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Sorry, I forgot."

The smiling face half in the shadow looked a little weird.

Zhu Yanshi turned around and continued walking upstairs, tightening his fingers around the bowl of instant noodles.

Yuan Qing is so smart.

He seemed to have discovered something...

We can't continue to have contact.

Zhu Yanshi thought with certainty.

Back in the dormitory, the other two people were still gathered together, discussing the plot of the TV series enthusiastically.

Zhu Yanshi sat down in front of the chair, holding the instant noodles, without looking around.

The man who came in later closed the door and handed a bag of snacks in his pocket to the fat man and the thin man.

"Ashi treated everyone to a meal."

Zhu Yanshi paused in sipping his noodles, turned his head, and his gaze met Yuan Qing's gentle eyes.

The other party winked at him and continued to add.

"Ashi is just not good at talking, but he actually wants to get along well with everyone..."

The fat man and the thin man didn't move. When they glanced at Zhu Yan out of the corner of their eyes, they snorted coldly again.

"Yuan Qing, you don't have to spoil him every time."

"Your money didn't come from the wind...why bother wasting it on someone like him?"

"Do you like being taken advantage of?"

After the voice fell, the atmosphere in the dormitory became a little tense. Zhu Yanshi bit off the noodles and took a piece of paper to wipe the oil stains on the corners of his mouth.

He stood up, walked a few steps to Yuan Qing, and reached out to grab the other's slender white wrist.

"Eat it yourself, don't share it with them."

He reached out and gently pushed Yuan Qing aside, frowned, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, curled his fingertips, and tapped the table.

"It's good for everyone to have a stiff relationship like this. You can dislike me, but don't bring him along."

"He didn't do anything, don't be sarcastic."

He turned to look at Yuan Qing with a complicated look in his eyes.

This guy is really smart and attentive enough to easily capture the slightest change in a person's emotions.

Just now, Zhu Yanshi was thinking about keeping some distance from this person, but the other party did these things.

He couldn't tell whether Yuan Qing was really naive or really smart.

"You act like no one wants to pay attention to you!" the fat man sneered.

Zhu Yanshi ignored him and continued to eat his instant noodles.

He finished eating, picked out a set of not-so-kawaii pajamas from the closet, and went into the bathroom.

In the quiet dormitory, only the sound of TV drama dialogues could be heard from time to time.

The man who was writing at the desk suddenly stopped writing. He could hear the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom.

He turned the pen in his hand and pressed it lightly on the desk. With a "click", the pen tip retracted.

"I said..."

Yuan Qing turned around, his eyes quietly fixed on the two people behind him.

The fat man hit the pause button on the computer and looked back at Yuan Qing.

"We all live in the same dormitory, and we'll see each other every day. There's no need to make things so awkward."

Yuan Qing still had a gentle smile on his face, but that smile did not reach his eyes, and a sinister look emerged.

The fat man frowned and exchanged glances with the thin man. They couldn't afford to offend Yuan Qing, so they had to swallow their anger and nodded.

"As long as he doesn't come to provoke us..."

Yuan Qing turned around indifferently.

"No."

The sound is very soft.

Yuan Qing picked up the ballpoint pen again and replanned the content of the essay that had just been overturned.

The bathroom was filled with hot air. When Zhu Yanshi came out, his exceptionally fair cheeks were a little red from the heat.

His hair was long to begin with, and now that it was wet, it hung in clumps in front of his forehead, almost covering the tip of his nose.

The road ahead was roughly blocked, and my forehead suddenly hit someone's shoulder.

Zhu Yanshi pushed her hair back and saw Yuan Qing standing in front of her.

He hissed, only then realizing how tall the person in front of him was.

He was half a head taller than me, and estimated to be 185cm tall.

185 suffers...

Zhu Yanshi's thoughts were a little distracted until the other party held the hair dryer and started to blow his hair.

The hot air sprayed on the exposed neck. Zhu Yanshi took a step back nervously, his eyes alert.

What are you doing?

Yuan Qing was also stunned. He forgot to turn off the hair dryer in his hand, and the hot air hit his arms.

Zhu Yanshi narrowed his eyes and reached out to take the hair dryer from the other person's hand.

"I can do it myself. You should wash up quickly. It's getting late."

He turned around and went to the balcony with a hair dryer in hand.

It is really difficult to be a Zhu Yanshi.

The original character in the book's plot is just an insignificant supporting character. Apart from the description of major events, he is not mentioned at all in daily life.

Therefore, Zhu Yanshi now has to rely on guessing for everything he does, as he always feels that there is something wrong with Yuan Qing's eyes.

Something is extremely wrong.

Intelligence should flow out of the pupils, examining one's own soul directly.

How did those book-travelers in novels hide the truth from their loved ones who knew them so well?

After drying his hair, Zhu Yanshi took out a blue file clip from the bookcase, clipped up his long bangs, and then, holding his computer, crawled into the quilt as if he was isolated from the world.

The faint blue light hit his face, and Zhu Yanshi typed the title on the document -

"How to Make Him Fall in Love with Me" Project.

The quilt that was bulging with my butt sticking out was finally laid flat at three in the morning. The computer was thrown aside, and the blue clip was still on my head.

The person on the bed opposite finally closed their eyes...

A dreamless night.

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The bright light outside the window rushed into the room and shone on Zhu Yanshi's face. His arm was pushed and a voice sounded next to him.

"Ashi, get up. The professor will take roll call today."

Yuan Qing was tall, and when she saw Zhu Yan, her face was pale as she turned sideways, and her curled eyelashes were illuminated by the light.

The rapid fluttering of his eyelashes revealed the boy's struggle, and when they finally opened, he was left with a pair of misty eyes.

Zhu Yanshi stared at the person in front of him for a while, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: "Okay."

Perhaps the young man's body could not bear the pain of staying up late, and Zhu Yanshi used great willpower to open his eyes.

A few hairs on his head were pulled and hurt, so he pulled off the blue folder that was still on his head and threw it on the desk.

Wash up quickly, change clothes, and unplug the USB drive from the computer before going out.

They arrived late and only steamed buns were left for breakfast. Zhu Yanshi topped up his meal card with 300 yuan and ate a white flour steamed bun on the way.

I felt completely listless, and my whole body was filled with the irritability of not getting enough sleep.

He glanced at Yuan Qing next to him, and saw a dark spot under his eyes, which was rare, so he raised the corners of his eyes.

"Didn't you get enough rest yesterday?"

"Yeah." Yuan Qing held the half-eaten breakfast bread in his hand.

"I wrote the essay until midnight."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to throw away the breakfast bread, but it was suddenly taken by the person next to him.

"Don't waste it."

Zhu Yanshi ate the steamed bun in his hand in one bite, then lowered his head to start finishing the half-eaten bread of Yuan Qing.

“I’ve eaten this before…”

Yuan Qing's gaze fell on Zhu Yanshi's puffed cheeks.

"I know."

Zhu Yanshi nodded, "What's our relationship? I don't dislike you."

The boy gave her a comforting look, finished his bread before entering the classroom, and threw the garbage into the trash can in the corner.

He walked forward, found a seat slightly forward, turned around and waved at Yuan Qing.

"Hurry up, the spot will be taken soon."

Her hair was stuck in a folder all night, and it was slightly curled up, revealing her clean and beautiful eyebrows. She waved at me like a dog.

Yuan Qing walked over there and passed by the table next to him, where he could hear low voices of discussion.

"What's that boy's name?"

"She's so cute..."

“I’ve never seen it before…”

"Is there a handsome guy in school that you don't know about?"

“…After class, ask for his contact information…”

“…”

Walking to the empty seat next to Zhu Yanshi and sitting down, Yuan Qing suddenly turned his head, reached out to tidy up the loose hair on Zhu Yanshi's forehead, covering his clean and bright eyebrows, and a smile appeared at the corners of his tightly tightened mouth.

"You look so good like this..."

"What's so good about it?" Zhu Yanshi frowned, looking a little puzzled.

"Block your eyes... I have to get my hair cut after class..."

Zhu Yanshi murmured in a low voice.

Starting at eight in the morning, after answering the questions, Zhu Yanshi would lie down behind the book with his hands upright and fall asleep.

Before closing his eyes, he gave many warnings.

"Cover me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell asleep.

The professor's voice was hoarse, like a lullaby. Yuan Qing lowered his head to take notes. Turning his head, he could see the smooth back of the neck of the boy next to him.

His sleep-disheveled black hair lay tangled on top of his head, stirred by the wind blowing in from the front door.

After eight o'clock in the morning, Zhu Yanshi was tidying up the books on the table in a half-asleep state, his eyelids unable to open.

"If you want to sleep, it's better to sit in the back."

Yuan Qing mentioned it.

Zhu Yanshi rubbed his eyes.

"Don't you want to attend class?"

He turned his sore wrist nonchalantly.

Yuan Qing paused in packing his books, and his eyes slowly moved to the cheek of the boy next to him.

At this moment, the front door of the classroom was pushed open.

The sound of the car hitting the wall was harsh, and everyone in the classroom looked ahead.

A man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt was standing at the door. He had a black baseball cap on his head and his hands were in his sweatshirt pockets. He leaned against the door, squinting his eyes and lazily scanning the classroom.

Finally, he walked forward with a cold face and stopped in front of Yuan Qing's desk.

There was a lot of talk behind the scenes.

"Senior Song is here to see Yuan Qing again..."

"Senior Song likes Yuan Qing, don't you know?"

"Every day, I drive a car to pick people up..."

"I'm so envious... I also want such an outstanding person to pursue me..."

Almost no one in the school knew that Song Zhiyu was pursuing Yuan Qing.

The most iconic event was when a loser who kept pestering Yuan Qing once again forcibly pulled Yuan Qing, and Yuan Qing grabbed the loser's collar from behind.

There were many passers-by present at the time, and they could all see clearly that after Song Zhiyu easily lifted up a 1.8-meter-tall man and threw him aside, he still had the leisure to force a smile and reached out to knock on the baseball cap on Yuan Qing's forehead.

"Can you please get him out of school?"

He turned around with a smile, grabbed the loser's collar with one hand, and dragged him into the utility room on the ground floor of the adjacent teaching building. The students watching the show could hear the wailing coming out of the window.

Now Song Zhiyu appeared in the classroom again openly, and the person he was pursuing sat obediently in the front row.

Everyone could guess that the tug-of-war was about to begin.

While packing up her books, Yuan Qing took the time to glance at Song Zhiyu who was approaching. Just as she was about to say something to reject the other party's invitation, she saw the man's cold face turned in another direction.

He raised his leg and kicked the red AJ on his foot hard on the table leg of the person next to him.

All I heard was a "bang".

The classroom was quiet, and Zhu Yanshi felt like he was about to die from lack of sleep.

As I was putting the books into my backpack, suddenly, the leg of the table in front of me was kicked.

The voice above my head dropped coldly.

"Zhu Yanshi, get out here!"

Zhu Yanshi stood up, tilted his head, fixed his gaze on the face of the person in front of him, squinted his eyes, and focused his gaze.

He clearly saw anger on Song Zhiyu's face, and a rare idea suddenly came to his mind.

It can be seen that in the original body's impression, it is very rare for this person to really show bad emotions on his face.

Zhu Yanshi, you are so lucky.

Zhu Yanshi thought expressionlessly.

He reached out and patted Yuan Qing's shoulder. "I have something to go out for. You go back to the dormitory first."

Then, he walked out of the aisle with his hands in his pants, his voice still revealing the laziness of someone who had not yet woken up.

"Let's go."

"Young Master Song..."

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