After raining for several days, it finally cleared up.

The wet ground turned dry again, and the leaves of the sycamore trees in Qingfeng No. 1 Middle School swayed slowly in the breeze. A banner with the words "Warmly welcome the students of Tengya to our school" was hung in a conspicuous place in the school.

These days, the students in Class 1 label their impressions of their new classmates as follows: super pretty.

A British school uniform is eye-catching and special among Qingfeng’s monotonous and plain school uniforms.

He doesn't talk much, but his voice is certified to be nice.

Cold.

It's not that she's aloof, it's just like... she's too lazy to talk? That day, the monitor Yan Qingyue brought some red bean paste dumplings made by her mother from home. When she was distributing them to everyone, she greeted her in a friendly way. She raised her eyelids, then lowered them again, not even bothering to respond, so arrogant that she looked a bit cool.

She didn't interact with anyone in her class. She sat alone in her seat, bored and looking down at her phone.

And more often than not, it’s sleeping.

She seemed to be severely sleep-deprived every day. She fell asleep as soon as the morning reading began. Under the gaze of her homeroom teacher Li Yuehui, who wanted to scold her but finally endured it, she would not wake up until the end of the afternoon get out of class.

Just like now.

She was lying on the table, her long, satin-smooth hair falling across her face, her head buried in her arms.

Not knowing how long he had slept, Sheng Yuan finally woke up from his chaotic sleepiness, tilted his head, and moved his numb arms.

Before I opened my eyes, I felt a blinding light.

It's daylight.

bother.

Sheng Yuan frowned slightly, and subconsciously wanted to find something to drive away the annoying light.

So she just grabbed it casually, and the light was blocked.

I just feel comfortable and satisfied——

"hand."

A low-pitched and pleasant voice, low and cold.

Sheng Yuan suddenly opened her eyes.

She saw her new deskmate, looking at her with a frown.

As my vision opened, the rest of my body's senses also woke up.

In my palms I felt a warmth coming from beneath my skin, like hard, angular bones.

Sheng Yuan looked down and saw that her hand was clasping Shi Yan's wrist.

His posture seemed like he was about to pick up the book, but she caught him by surprise and grabbed his wrist halfway, using it to block the light.

“…”

It was lunch time and everyone in the classroom was resting on the table, no one was paying attention to this side.

Sheng Yuan let go of her hand.

He pulled his wrist back at the same time, then found the book he wanted in the pile, put it on the table and opened it.

Sheng Yuan took a look and saw that it was a book of exercises. It seemed that he had been writing another book of exercises before she took a nap in the morning. It turned out that he finished the previous book and then switched to the next one to continue.

“Yeah.”

Sheng Yuan still maintained the posture of lying on the table, with her thin white chin resting on her elbow, facing him: "Aren't you bored doing homework every day?"

She seemed to have just woken up and asked on a whim.

But the man didn't react at all, his eyelashes drooped and his profile looked cold.

"It turns out he's a dull guy."

She muttered something as if she was extremely bored, then ignored him and buried her head in the bed and went back to sleep.

Behind.

The tip of the ballpoint pen paused, leaving a noticeable black mark on the paper. -It is a hard truth that the rent of shops around schools is always doubled, because the students coming and going represent a fixed and long-term flow of people and consumption potential.

"Why do you want to come to a place like this to play?"

Fu Jie looked at Sheng Yuan in confusion, and as he walked in, he stretched out his arms to block the passing crowd for Sheng Yuan to prevent anyone from bumping into her.

"What kind of place is this? Can't I come here?" Sheng Yuan asked back curiously.

Fu Jie: “Not really.”

The main reason was that he subconsciously thought that a mixed environment was not a place where she should come.

Fu Jie was used to eating, drinking and having fun, and was already familiar with the surrounding area. He took out a recharge card to exchange for a basket of game coins, which could be used to purchase most of the entertainment items here.

"Flip this switch to start."

Fu Jie and Tong Shengyuan stood in front of a basketball machine, half squatted down and stuffed a few game coins into the machine.

He explained the rules briefly: "The basket on the opposite side will move left and right in a moment. You can stand closer to it to make it easier to shoot and pick up the ball."

The button was pressed and the game sound effects played.

Sheng Yuan was not very skilled at the game at the beginning, but after throwing a few more times, she quickly figured out the rules.

While she was playing, Fu Jie stood beside her and acted as a coin-operated robot for her.

halfway.

Fu Jie was patted on the shoulder and met a group of acquaintances from school.

"Don't mind me."

Sheng Yuan was shooting the basketball without looking back.

Knowing that she didn't want to be disturbed, Fu Jie followed a group of people to a place not far away to chat for a while. When he looked up again, he found that Sheng Yuan in front of the shooting machine was gone. - Sheng Yuan saw a familiar figure.

In a pink claw machine area.

It was not a school day, so there was no need to wear school uniform. The temperature today was around 25 or 26 degrees Celsius. The man was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black trousers. His elegant figure stood in front of a claw machine, opened the glass door, and put the dolls that were in a mess inside in neat order one by one.

It turned out to be her new deskmate.

He moved with his eyes lowered, the light above his head was bright, and the black hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his cold brow.

Suddenly realizing something, he turned around.

Behind him, Sheng Yuan tilted her head slightly, her almond-shaped eyes looking at him curiously.

She looked forward and landed on the small nameplate hanging on his chest, then read out the words on it, one sentence at a time: "Claw machine manager?"

"You work here?"

Just like last time, he still ignored her, turned around and continued to arrange the dolls.

"Little girl," a chubby middle-aged man came over with a smile. He claimed to be the boss of the claw machine area and enthusiastically started to sell to Sheng Yuan: "Little girl, the dolls here are all purchased through exclusive copyright channels. Doll machines in other places don't have this style. Do you want to try it?"

"And now our store is also holding a card recharge promotion, which is very cost-effective."

The boss brought over a billboard with the words:

[The more you charge, the more you get.] [Charge 100 and get 120, charge 300 and get 400, charge 500 and get 700, charge 1000 and get 1500.] "Girl, take a look."

Sheng Yuan suddenly asked, "Does it include teaching?"

The boss was stunned: "What?"

Sheng Yuan: "Does recharging the card include teaching?"

"Little girl, are you talking about the claw machine tutorial? Have you never played it before?" The boss understood and immediately said with a smile: "It includes recharge and tutorial!"

Scan the code with a beep.

"1,000 yuan has been received via Alipay merchant payment code."

The boss' eyes widened in great surprise. The girl in front of him put away her phone and pointed her finger at the boy in front of the claw machine, speaking in a clear voice.

"—I want him to teach me."