After delivering the clothes to the dry cleaner, Lin Xiao went straight to the third floor of the library.
To his surprise, an uninvited guest was sitting in his seat.
It's that buzz-cut guy from yesterday who didn't have a chance to make amends.
Of course, Lin Xiao didn't know the story of the man with the buzz cut.
But all the male college students watching knew.
A moment ago.
Bai Youyou was listening to music with her headphones on and reading a book with her head down.
This time, she was reading the lengthy "The Story of the Stone".
However, she felt a strange sense of unease and kept glancing towards the exit.
It seems like they are waiting for someone.
It's already past four o'clock.
Based on the past week's routine, Senior Lin Xiao will either appear in the morning or around lunchtime in the afternoon.
Has he not gone back to school yet?
Just then, the man with the buzz cut suddenly appeared in front of Bai Youyou with a box of caramel cookies.
"Here, have some." The man with the buzz cut smiled confidently, though with a hint of uncertainty.
Bai Youyou lifted her eyelids and gave him a cold glance.
Then, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything, he lowered his head and continued flipping through the book.
The man with the buzz cut was very angry.
He knew everyone was waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
He wouldn't give up.
Why can Lin Xiao do it, but he can't?!
So he pulled out a heavy pearwood chair and sat down in the seat that Lin Xiao usually sat in.
Following Bai Youyou's example, he stubbornly pushed the caramel biscuit between the two of them, trying to attract Bai Youyou's attention.
However, Bai Youyou didn't give him a single extra expression.
This frustrated him greatly.
So he exaggeratedly pretended that he had accidentally kicked the other side.
Bai Youyou kicked her legs back precisely and unconsciously, crossed her feet, touched the ground with her toes, and landed directly under the chair.
She perfectly avoided one of the men's attacks.
She seemed completely unaware of the man with the buzz cut's actions and remained engrossed in her book.
He would glance at his phone every now and then, and look up at the direction of the entrance.
The man with the buzz cut felt a surge of anger and pain at being completely ignored!
The other onlookers enjoyed watching the show!
See, see.
The school beauty only reacts to certain people!
The tall boy who was ignored by the school beauty last time threw more than a dozen crumpled pieces of paper at her, but she didn't even give him a second glance!
This is certainly not an isolated case.
The man with the buzz cut felt like he was being roasted on a fire, unable to move forward or backward.
The outstretched legs landed awkwardly on the ground.
Time passed by, second by second.
The atmosphere gradually became eerie.
However,
In Bai Youyou's eyes, everything seemed normal.
The only difference is that Lin Xiao was late today.
The man with the buzz cut naturally noticed the school beauty's disappointment, so he mocked, "Are you waiting for Lin Xiao? He's not coming!"
Bai Youyou's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her fingers paused for a moment as she turned the page, but she eventually managed to turn the page smoothly.
Bai Youyou never gave the buzz-cut man any attention.
The man with the buzz cut grew increasingly angry, turning himself into a red-faced pufferfish, seemingly on the verge of exploding with rage, yet with nowhere to vent his anger.
It was at this moment that
Familiar footsteps sounded.
Everyone looked up.
It really was Lin Xiao!
He's here, he's here.
He walked confidently and steadily toward the school beauty!
Bai Youyou's eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved up, revealing adorable dimples.
She lowered her head again and raised her hand to smooth the dark, glossy hair at her temples.
When the man with the buzz cut saw Lin Xiao stride closer, he instinctively pulled his legs back, his body almost leaving him a seat. But when he realized what was happening, he sat back down.
He then took out his phone and started scrolling through it.
The main focus is on being single-minded.
Giving up my seat is out of the question.
Do you understand the principle of first come, first served?
He got there first by virtue of his strength. If he doesn't want to give up, he can't. Would Lin Xiao dare to hit him?
He's not afraid of that.
He can report it to the school's security department and ask the school to punish him.
Just as the man with the buzz cut was still fuming and thinking about how to deal with Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao strode over.
Lin Xiao bypassed him.
She sat down opposite the man with the buzz cut, next to the beautiful school beauty.
The onlookers: "…………"
Dig a hole!
As expected of Lin Xiao!
Without even asking Bai Xiaohua, he sat down next to her. The speed at which their relationship progressed was terrifying!
The man with the buzz cut: "…………"
ah???
How did the plot turn out like this?
He's become the tool for assisting?
Isn't it said that campus romances are the most fair and just love in the world?
He was unwilling to accept it!
So the guy with the buzz cut provocatively asked, "Senior Lin Xiao, are you Junior Bai's boyfriend?"
You dare to sit next to her?
I didn't dare to cross the line.
Lin Xiao took out his book, glanced at the fairy-like junior, and smiled and nodded at her.
Bai Youyou also turned her head to look at him, and smiled gently.
The man with the buzz cut was so angry that his face turned a deep purplish-red. He felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind, and his eyes were practically spitting fire.
His mentality was like a punctured balloon; it burst with a bang.
The army was utterly routed.
Anger made him lose his mind.
Thump—
The man with the buzz cut slammed his hand on the heavy desk, making the caramel biscuit tremble.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Senior Lin, is this how you treat people? How do you think you can win Bai's heart?"
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