After running six laps, the sky had already become quite dark.
Lights were turned on all around the school.
Rong Shang ran and ran until she came back to the spot where Teacher Lin had just been sitting.
She was curious to see who was so miserable that they had been called here to sit with her.
Who knew that a casual glance would cause her to raise an eyebrow and stop in her tracks.
"Senior Bei Mo?"
I learned this nickname from someone else.
Meanwhile, someone was sitting in a chair, holding an art book and a pen, drawing something that was unclear.
When Rong Shang suddenly spoke, he seemed startled and immediately looked up.
With a flash of dark light, Bei Mo lowered his eyes and quickly glanced at the figure drawn on the paper. Then, without making a sound, he covered the art book with his lap.
I won't let her see it.
Rong Chang glanced at it, her gaze leisurely.
"Senior, why haven't you left school yet this late?"
At Nanzhong, most of the students are locals.
Therefore, very few people stay here.
Bei Mo is the same.
Unbeknownst to Ke Rongshang, Bei Mo had followed her to the school dormitory long before they found out she had moved there.
At that moment, intense gazes came from ahead, and Bei Mo gave a faint "hmm".
He said, "I'll stay at the hotel."
uh-huh?
Does Beimo also offer accommodation?
When did this happen?
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow and walked towards him against the light.
Each step felt like it was pounding on his heart, making Bei Mo gasp for breath.
He couldn't help but look up at the person walking towards him.
Nervous, he moved his lips, but instead blurted out, "You should go for a run."
"Heh." Rong Shang chuckled, then said meaningfully, "With you here, do I even need to run?"
With him here, she doesn't need to run anymore?
Bei Mo frowned slightly; he seemed not to understand what she was saying.
"What?"
He asked the question almost instinctively.
At that moment, a faint shadow fell, and the girl had already walked in front of him.
With a "thud," the other person tapped me on the forehead.
Bei Mo's expression froze for a moment.
He was beaten?
"Idiot, figure it out yourself."
A teasing voice came from behind him, and Bei Mo pursed his lips, his mind in turmoil.
"Run." After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said this.
Rong Chang, “…”
It's both funny and exasperating!
"I'm tired," she suddenly said, feigning exhaustion.
"My feet ache, and my back hurts too."
Bei Mo, "..."
"Can we stop running?" The lazy voice carried a hint of coquetry.
Upon hearing this, Bei Mo's throat tightened involuntarily.
He raised his eyes, his dark, cold gaze falling on Rong Shang's face, slowly moving upwards, and finally meeting her eyes.
One glance, and my heart raced.
But his expression remained calm, seemingly indicating that he was not interested in her.
"If you don't run, Teacher Lin will come after you tomorrow."
"If you don't tell her, she won't know."
Okay, so we've brought this issue back to the table again.
Bei Mo said nothing more.
He pursed his thin lips, then stood up from his chair.
As she passed by her, Rong Shang asked with interest, "Where are you going, senior?"
"Back to the dorm."
Since she's not running away, he doesn't need to supervise her anymore.
Upon hearing this, Rong Shang clicked her tongue twice.
She wanted to speak, but her slow gaze fell on the art book in his hand.
By the light, she could make out what appeared to be an outline.
What, did he just draw a person?
"Senior," she called out to him again.
Bei Mo had stopped walking, assuming she had something to say to him.
He was half expectant.
Suddenly, the art notebook in my hand made a "whoosh" sound...
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