Ye Zhiwei had no idea how she escaped.
After being cornered against the wall by Jiang Jianian, all he could think was: It's all over, it's all over, it's all over.
Oh no, oh ...!
Ignoring what Jiang Jianian said after that, she threw down a sentence that sounded like "she wasn't curious about him at all" and turned and ran away.
Jiang Jianian seemed very sensitive to what she did.
Ye Zhiwei always felt that nothing she did could escape Jiang Jianian's notice, even though she thought she had done it without anyone noticing.
Back in her room, Ye Zhiwei, panting against the door, belatedly realized: Why did she run away?
What does her running away mean?
It means she felt guilty.
That's even worse.
Now that things have come to this, Ye Zhiwei can only continue to pretend that nothing has happened, and her words and actions remain as usual.
The next day, I went to school with Jiang Jianian as usual, and we continued to sit at the same desk. As usual, we shared snacks, but as usual, Jiang Jianian refused to accept them with a blank expression.
She knew perfectly well that she was faking it; whenever she saw Jiang Jianian, her movements would stiffen and her behavior would become somewhat abnormal.
Jiang Jianian, on the other hand, acted completely as usual, as if yesterday's events were all Ye Zhiwei's illusion.
Jiang Jianian's inaction gave Ye Zhiwei a slight sense of relief. She couldn't guess what Jiang Jianian was thinking, but as long as Jiang Jianian did nothing, Ye Zhiwei felt a little safer.
The second period has ended.
Ye Zhiwei, who was temporarily entrusted with the important task of being the calligraphy class representative, prepared to take her calligraphy homework to the calligraphy teacher.
The calligraphy teacher's office is quite far away, on the tenth or twentieth floor.
Ye Zhiwei prepared to take the elevator up.
As soon as she entered, the elevator beeped, indicating that someone else had come in. Ye Zhiwei, who had been listless, straightened up immediately when she looked up and saw the young man who had entered.
"Jiang...Jiang Jianian, are you going up too?"
Jiang Jianian responded, "Submit the competition registration form."
Jiang Jianian participated in a biology competition.
Ye Zhiwei felt lightheaded as she thought of the model of human internal organs from yesterday, and the conversation she had with him.
"Ah, oh, I see," Ye Zhiwei replied.
But in my heart I kept praying: Hurry up to the twelfth floor, hurry up to the twelfth floor, hurry up to the twelfth floor.
However, as a supporting character in this world, Ye Zhiwei cannot have everything go her way. Just as she was desperately trying to get to the twelfth floor, the elevator suddenly stopped.
What?
What happened?
My God!
Ye Zhiwei immediately went to check the elevator.
"Why is the elevator stopped? My God, what's going on!"
This is driving her crazy!
Unlike Ye Zhiwei, who was on the verge of exploding, Jiang Jianian watched coldly from beginning to end. He was too calm, except for a puzzled frown when he first noticed that the elevator seemed to have stopped.
Especially after he had completely figured out what was going on, the boy simply stood there motionless, watching the lively and lovely Miss Ye run around frantically, sometimes pressing the elevator buttons, sometimes banging on the elevator door. After circling around the elevator a few times, he couldn't help but mutter, "What to do, what to do, what to do, I'm doomed, I'm doomed, so unlucky, so unlucky, so unlucky."
Jiang Jianian seemed amused by Ye Zhiwei's comical behavior.
He nodded slightly, calmly continuing to watch Ye Zhiwei's various anxieties.
Finally, Miss Ye got tired of walking around and stood there wearily. Looking up, she saw Jiang Jianian, who seemed like a demon to her: Her life was truly miserable QAQ
"The elevator is broken, Jiang Jianian." Ye Zhiwei could only bite the bullet and try to make conversation.
Jiang Jianian replied, "I have eyes."
"This is so unlucky! Oh my god, did I forget to check the almanac before I went out?"
Jiang Jianian chuckled, looked at Ye Zhiwei, and asked slowly, word by word, "So, are you complaining that the elevator is broken, or are you complaining that there's only you and me in the broken elevator?"
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