Chapter 35 Who is the man next to you?
The next class started with the professor playing a video about the course.
He Xilou walked down and inadvertently passed by Meng Shiyi's seat.
The man lowered his eyes and glanced at her, with a faint smile on his lips.
In a trance, Meng Shiyi seemed to hear him softly shout:
"Poetry, meaning, sister, sister."
He Xilou's low and hoarse voice floated into his ears, as if he was flirting, and was cleverly covered up by the sound of the video.
Meng Shiyi was stunned.
Is it an illusion?
Song Wenzhou was also stunned. It was not until He Xilou took two steps back that he whispered to Meng Shiyi:
"Do you know He Xilou?"
"Why do you ask?"
Song Wenzhou: "I feel like he's always looking at you during class. He's quite... special to you."
"Yeah," Meng Shiyi nodded, thought for a moment and added, "But I'm not familiar with him."
Her voice was very soft, but it could clearly be heard by He Xilou.
He Xilou paused slightly, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and a sneer emerged from deep in his chest.
Not familiar with him?
It was a little after eight in the evening, and there were still five minutes until the get out of class ended.
He Xilou supported the podium with one hand, raised his eyebrow slightly, and said slowly: "Any other questions?"
Not long after, a well-dressed blonde girl raised her hand, eager to try.
She took the phone, raised her red lips, and at the instigation of her roommates, she bravely asked:
"Senior He, what is your ideal type?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the students around him exclaimed "Oh~" and kept teasing and making noises.
He Xilou raised his eyebrows and sneered: "This has nothing to do with the course. I refuse to answer."
"Senior He! I have a lot of questions I don't know how to answer. Can I add you on WeChat and ask you privately?"
This isn't an academic question, it's clearly about wanting to contact Kaga Xiluo's WeChat and asking about relationships between men and women.
The professor standing by could only hold his forehead and smile bitterly.
He Xilou is good in every way when giving the lecture, except for his face, which is too handsome and brings trouble to the girl.
Meng Shiyi's eyes dimmed slightly, and she unconsciously clenched the pen in her hand.
Countless students had gossipy expressions on their faces, and even their cell phones were no longer interesting.
He Xilou just typed a string of numbers on the public screen and said nonchalantly:
"This is the professor's WeChat. If you have any questions, you can ask."
Well, I'm pretending to be ignorant even though I know the truth.
The girl pouted, not wanting to give in, her cheeks flushed, her voice charming and sweet: "But I just want to add you on WeChat!"
It's easy for a woman to pursue a man. It's said that you have to be bold to welcome love.
He Xilou had dated so many girlfriends, and it was always the women who took the initiative. Others could do it, so why couldn't she?
She looked at He Xilou with anticipation, her heart pounding.
He Xilou was just half-leaning against the wall, his black suit making him look like a gentleman. His voice was uninhibited and he rejected him without any emotion:
"Sorry, this is a different price."
After being rejected several times in a row, the blonde girl finally sat down in frustration.
The students around also began to whisper.
Meng Shiyi let out a breath of relief. WeChat suddenly buzzed. It was a message from He Xilou.
She immediately unlocked her phone.
HXL: Is there anything you don't understand?
Meng Shiyi looked up in a daze and met He Xilou's ambiguous eyes. His gaze fell precisely on her, overlooking many classmates.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly at her and asked silently.
Meng Shiyi lowered her head and typed a reply: [Yes, a little bit…]
[HXL: Don't leave later. I'll teach you myself.]
A warm feeling rose in Meng Shiyi's heart. She pursed her lips and asked, "Didn't you say this was a different price?"
[HXL: You have privileges here]
……privilege?
Meng Shiyi stared at the line of words in a daze for a long time, and her brain still couldn't wrap its head around it.
It was like an invisible electric current, flowing densely through every tiny corner of her body.
The bell rang and the students gradually left the classroom.
Song Wenzhou packed up his things and waved to Meng Shiyi: "See you next time."
Meng Shiyi smiled politely: "Okay, goodbye, squad leader."
He Xilou was standing on the podium, organizing materials while lazily raising his eyes, and saw Meng Shiyi smiling faintly at Song Wenzhou.
What a sweet smile.
He Xilou paused as he sorted his things, his lips pursed, and his eyes gradually became deeper and thicker...
Ten minutes later, there were only two people left in the huge classroom. The lights in the front row were turned off, making it dim.
Meng Shiyi was still sitting in her seat.
He Xilou closed the front door of the classroom and walked towards her step by step. His voice was low and deep: "Why don't you know?"
Meng Shiyi obediently handed him the notes: "Here, the circled area."
He Xilou leaned towards her slightly and explained the knowledge points in detail.
He spoke in detail, yet in a way that was easy to understand. His voice was low and alluring, particularly provocative, sweeping across the room like a feather.
Every word hits the mark of Meng Shiyi's Su style precisely.
It's like there's some kind of attraction that makes people unconsciously want to get closer.
Meng Shiyi didn't dare to breathe loudly. Her earlobes felt numb and tingling, and gradually became covered with a layer of pink mist, and her head felt dizzy.
After He Xilou finished explaining the key points, he turned his head and asked her, "Have I explained it clearly?"
Meng Shiyi nodded seriously: "Yes, very clear, thank you."
She put her notebook in order and when she looked up, she almost bumped into He Xilou's chin.
Only then did Meng Shiyi realize that the distance between them was extremely close, so close that the other person's breath sprayed on her neck, and she could smell his warm breath.
He Xilou sat beside her, leaning towards her. From a distance, it looked like he was holding her tightly in his arms.
Meng Shiyi was stunned, and immediately shrank back as if she had touched a mimosa, her voice very soft:
"Brother Xilou, I'll be leaving first."
She was about to stand up when He Xilou suddenly grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back to her seat.
Meng Shiyi almost fell into his arms, not daring to move, a broken voice spilled from her lips:
"He Xilou, you..."
He Xilou met her blank eyes, and said slowly with a malicious smile:
"Now that you've asked, is it my turn to ask you?"
“…”What question is he going to ask?
Meng Shiyi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she always felt that his eyes were particularly dangerous.
He Xilou let go of his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were unruly and wanton, his tone was unclear, and he asked quietly:
"Who was that guy sitting next to you just now?"
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
There seemed to be a hint of possessiveness and jealousy in He Xilou's words, which sounded sour.
Meng Shiyi's dark eyes showed confusion: "What happened to him?"
"Just asking," He Xilou twirled the pen in one hand, dragging out the tone, lowering his body slowly, and repeated, "Who is he?"
Meng Shiyi said mildly, "It's our class monitor, Song Wenzhou."
After saying that, He Xilou's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped the table lightly with his index finger, and continued to ask:
"Did you make an appointment with him to take this course together?"
Meng Shiyi was met with his straightforward and burning gaze, and shrank back, shaking her head gently: "No, it was just a chance encounter."
He Xilou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone sounded a little nonchalant:
"You have a good relationship with him?"
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