His Youye...how can she be so cute!
He couldn't help but lie on the table, burying his face in his arms, his shoulders shaking suspiciously, and a muffled laugh came out.
When Chao Youye heard the suppressed laughter, her fingers holding the pen tightened, and the blush on her ears seemed to be spreading to her neck.
His face was tense, and his eyes were fixed on the densely packed formulas on the pages, as if he wanted to see them to pieces.
Only the corners of his lips, which were slightly pursed and then trying to relax, revealed some of the turmoil in his heart.
Mu Xinrong laughed enough and raised her head, with a blush and a bright smile still on her face.
He picked up his cup of milk tea, which he had already drunk most of, and looked at the green grape pulp floating at the bottom of the cup. He then looked at the boy opposite him who was pretending to be serious but whose ears were red. His heart seemed to be filled with sweetness, warmth and swelling.
He suddenly had an idea, picked up a pen, and began to draw on the blank space on the back of the draft paper where he had just successfully calculated.
Chao Youye noticed his movements and looked up.
Mu Xinrong's painting is simple yet vivid: a cup of milk tea with a big smiling face painted on it, and next to it stands a Q-version man, with his hands on his hips and a stern face, but with a small, shy pink cloud on his head.
There is also an arrow drawn next to the little man, pointing to the milk tea cup, with three words written next to it: "Three parts sugar".
After finishing the drawing, Mu Xinrong pushed the piece of paper in front of Chao Youye, then quickly lowered his head and pretended to continue drinking milk tea as if nothing had happened, but his red ears betrayed him.
Chao Youye looked at the small, childlike graffiti.
The stern expression on the little figure in the painting was so similar to my own forced composure just now. And that little pink cloud...
He held the piece of paper and stared at it in silence for a long, long time, so long that Mu Xinrong began to feel uneasy, wondering if he was being too naive and reckless.
Finally, Chao Youye put down the piece of paper and picked up the cup of milk tea that he had neglected for a long time.
This time, he didn't hesitate. He held the straw in his mouth and took a sip slowly and carefully.
The cold liquid slid down my throat with a hint of sugar.
Then, he picked up a pen and wrote a line of small characters in the corner of the paper with the shy cloud man drawn on it, very neatly, as if writing the most rigorous physics formula:
[Observational conclusion: Three-point glucose tolerance experiment - data is abnormal and needs further verification.]
After writing, he gently pushed the paper back to Mu Xinrong and his eyes fell back on his book.
But the corners of his tightly pursed lips could no longer suppress the quietly rising, extremely shallow but extremely real arc.
Mu Xinrong looked at the piece of paper that was pushed back, and at the serious yet mysterious line of "Observation Conclusion" on it.
Looking at the smile on Chao Youye's lips that was like the melting ice and snow, her whole body seemed to be soaked in a cup of three-point sugar green grape jasmine, exuding sweetness from the inside out.
He picked up the piece of paper and put it into his most frequently used notebook like a treasure.
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