Wen Qing looked at Yiou in silence. At first, he thought Yiou just wanted to accompany him to class, but after hearing what he said later, he couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
Is Io planning to do something during class?
Thinking about this, Wen Qing raised his eyes alertly: "Linear algebra is a small class, and two classes will take it together."
Yiou lowered his head, and after seeing his eyes, he raised his eyebrows: "And then?"
Wen Qing said slowly, "There are relatively few classrooms."
Io: “Hmm?”
Wen Qing: "Don't mess around."
Io laughed, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he slowly leaned over to close the distance between them: "I wasn't planning on doing anything."
Wen Qing keenly captured the key information - originally.
So you've changed your mind now?
"But, now that you've said that," Io stared into his eyes, tilted his head slightly, rubbed his cheek affectionately with the tip of his nose, and said nonchalantly, "What if I don't do something more."
"Wouldn't that disappoint your expectations?"
Wen Qing: “…”
Io blinked, lowered his voice, and said in an almost coaxing tone: "But there is another way."
Wen Qing said that he didn't want to know at all, and he knew it was a bad idea without even thinking about it.
But before he could open his mouth, he heard Io: "Your partner will satisfy your expectations now."
Wen Qing: “…”
"Well," he paused, imitating Io's tone, "I'm really looking forward to taking classes alone now."
Hearing this, Io chuckled.
Perhaps because the two were too close, Wen Qing seemed to feel the slight vibration in Yio's chest.
A cool breeze blew towards him, and his eyelashes trembled. He suppressed the expectation that inexplicably rose in his heart.
Catching a glimpse of his evasive eyes, Yiou licked his lower lip and continued, "Aren't you in class alone now?"
The implication is that I am not human.
Wen Qing: “…”
"Wen Qing?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Wen Qing turned around and saw the monitor coming from the corridor. He smiled and greeted her, "You're here so early."
Wen Qing responded: "You too."
"I'm used to getting up early," the class monitor took two steps forward and walked to the classroom door. Seeing that the person standing next to Wen Qing was motionless and had no intention of entering the classroom, he looked up.
Not a student of their college.
The monitor said, "Student, there will be a class in this classroom later."
Io looked at him: "I know."
The monitor was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Wen Qing, then looked at Yiou again, and suddenly realized: "Ah, he came to class with you, right?"
Wen nodded gently.
Yiou raised his eyebrows slightly: "The squad leader is quite perceptive."
Wen Qing: “…”
The monitor smiled and looked at Yiou, feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity. He asked tentatively, "Have you accompanied Wen Qing to class before?"
"I seem to have the impression that this is the case. Are you, are you..."
Hearing the monitor repeatedly addressing him as "you", Wen Qing felt a little strange. Then, he heard the monitor say, "You are Wen Qing's uncle, right?"
“…”
Io's expression froze instantly.
Wen Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing in front of them and couldn't stop laughing.
Io had a blank expression on his face, so angry that he didn't even reveal the identity of his partner.
The monitor realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."
"I recognized the wrong person."
After saying that, he smiled awkwardly. He didn't know why he felt that this man was his uncle. This word popped up in his mind inexplicably.
"Um...I'll go into the classroom first."
After saying that, the monitor continued walking forward and entered the classroom from another door.
Wen Qing was still laughing, her eyes were misty and her cheeks were sore and stiff.
Seeing him smile, Yiou's dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared for the most part. He raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Do I look old?"
Wen chuckled so hard that his vision blurred and he couldn't see Io's expression clearly.
Thinking that Io was still angry, he forced himself to stop laughing and said comfortingly: "You don't look old."
"Maybe it's just..." He thought about it and came up with a reasonable excuse, "It's just that I have the temperament of an elder."
Yio: “…”
Wen Qing rubbed his eyes, wiped away the tears, and continued to comfort Yiou: "In fact, the monitor is still praising you."
"If you rank them by seniority, they are all at the level of ancestors."
Yio: “…”
He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing, whose eyes were red as she smiled, her eyelashes drooping wetly, the corners of her lips still raised, and she looked in a good mood.
This was the first time Wen Qing smiled like this in front of him instead of crying.
The corners of Yiou's lips also rose, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to ruffle Wen Qing's hair: "Well, you are right."
"Little ancestor."
Entering the classroom, in order to avoid embarrassment, Wen Qing chose a seat far away from the monitor, in the corner of the back row.
He sat in the corner, with Io sitting on his left.
There was still half an hour before class, so Wen Qing took out his textbook to review, glancing at Yiou from time to time. Seeing that Yiou really had no intention of disturbing him, he felt relieved.
There are four classes in the public administration major. The large classes are taught by four classes together, while the small classes are taught by two classes together.
As class time approaches, more and more students enter the classroom.
Wen Qing reviewed for a while and tilted his head to look at Yiou.
Io supported his chin with one hand and tapped the table with the other hand, looking at the classmates chatting in the front row with boredom.
He didn't say anything, but looked like he wanted to.
Wen Qing took a sip of water and put down the cup.
After hesitating for a moment, he pulled Io's sleeve and whispered, "My freshman roommates have all transferred to other majors."
Io tilted his head to look at him.
Wen Qing continued, "So I don't know the other people in the class very well."
When all is said and done, only the squad leader is slightly more familiar with them.
Io: “Hmm?”
Wen Qing continued: "So they may not care who you are."
"Why are you taking classes with me?"
The implication is that these classmates will not come to ask about their relationship.
Io had no place to show off.
Yio raised his eyelids and immediately realized Wen Qing's thoughts.
He laughed and said softly, "I'm just here to accompany you to class this time."
“I’m not here to claim sovereignty.”
Wen Qing was stunned.
Yiou looked at him and said nonchalantly, "Your partner, I'm afraid you'll be lonely in class alone."
"Do you understand?"
Wen Qing seemed to understand, but not quite, and thought in a very unromantic way that it was actually not lonely to attend class alone.
When studying something that requires concentration, it would be better to be alone, right?
He said nothing, but Io saw what he was thinking.
Yiou lowered his eyes, glanced at the empty water cup on the table, picked it up, stood up and said: "If you don't feel it, you can feel it now."
After saying that, he turned and left the classroom.
Wen Qing stared at his back for a while, then looked at Yiou's schoolbag on the table, thinking, is he going to leave him alone in the classroom for a while? To feel alone?
Wen Qing blinked, collected his thoughts, lowered his head and continued to review.
He bit the pen, his train of thought suddenly stopped, he couldn't concentrate on the questions, and could only hear the laughter of his classmates.
The sound of conversation filled the air, and it was... quite noisy.
Thinking of this, Wen Qing glanced at the empty seat next to him and bent his fingers.
He checked the time and ten minutes had passed.
He seemed to really miss Io a little.
But it's only been ten minutes.
Wen Qing had long forgotten what Yiou said at the classroom door: "Wait until I finish accompanying you to class, then you will think about it."
He reflected on himself very clearly, wondering if he was a little clingy.
Is this considered pathological?
Wen Qing had never been in a relationship before, and she wasn't sure if her situation was normal.
After hesitating for a moment, he picked up his phone and clicked on the only person he knew who had experience in love - Song Qiang.
Wen Qing: [Are you there? I want to ask you something. ]
Song Qiang: [Speak!]
Wen Qing: [After falling in love, do you always want to stick to your partner? ]
Song Qiang: [Of course, when you are in love, you want to stick together 24 hours a day.]
Wen Qing felt relieved for a moment and continued to ask: [So it is normal for two people to take classes together, right? ]
Song Qiang: [Normal is normal.]
Song Qiang: [But there is something very important. ]
Wen Qing: [What?]
Song Qiang: [Is the person you are talking about Yiou? ]
Wen Qing's fingertips paused. She didn't expect Song Qiang to be so perceptive.
Suddenly, there was a glass of water in front of me.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and saw that Yio was back.
He sat back in his original seat, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, his long legs tapping the ground carelessly, his whole body exuding laziness.
But as soon as he sat down, Wen Qing felt that something had changed.
The students' laughter was no longer so loud, and the linear algebra teacher at the podium looked inexplicably more pleasing to the eye.
Io asked casually, "How do you feel?"
He tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, his eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.
Wen Qing blinked, thought for a while, and said seriously, as if answering a teacher's question, "I'm not lonely."
"But I will miss you."
Io was slightly startled, and his eyes moved.
This was an even more pleasing answer than he had imagined.
His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he lowered his voice: "Student Wen Qing."
Wen Qing looked at him doubtfully, and then said, "I am telling the truth."
"I know, I believe it," Io came closer to him and said slowly, "How come you are so good at saying sweet words."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and thought, can that also be considered a love talk?
He hesitated and said, "Maybe I am gifted?"
Yiou raised the corners of his lips: "What should I do? Your partner really wants to kiss you now."
Wen Qing glanced at the classmates around him, then looked at the teacher, and patted Yiou's hand: "Then just bear with it."
Yio: “…”
He took Wen Qing's hand in his backhand and interlocked their fingers.
Wen Qing subconsciously retracted his hand.
Yio turned sideways and let Wen gently hold his hand.
The two put their clasped hands under the table.
Yiou nodded and said seriously, "Well, this way no one else can see it."
Wen Qing: “…”
After hesitating for a moment, he did not let go of his hand, and continued to be held quietly by Io.
It was as if they were junior high or high school students, secretly dating behind the backs of their teachers and classmates.
My heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Wen Qing put down his pen and thought, I'll just hold it until class.
Io pulled out a bottle of milk from somewhere and pulled off the straw.
He lowered his head and bit the plastic bag of the straw, tilted his head, tore off the bag, inserted the milk, and handed it to Wen Qing.
"Mm, your partner gave you this as a reward."
Wen Qing took it and thanked him habitually: "Thank you."
Io bent his fingers and inadvertently hooked his palm with his fingertips, causing an itchy feeling.
"Let's get practical."
Wen Qing paused while drinking milk and turned to look at him.
Io tilted his head and looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to do something.
Wen Qing thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything else that was inappropriate in the classroom except holding hands.
He said slowly: "I'll give you the money."
Yio: “…”
After a moment of silence, he said calmly, "I'm not short of money."
"Lack of love."
Wen Qing: “…”
He whispered, "The teacher is here."
Io glanced at the podium: "Want to buy on credit?"
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, feeling that something was not right.
How come I can buy on credit all of a sudden?
Just as he was about to speak, Yiou's hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Look at the teacher again."
Wen Qing looked up at the podium. The teacher was still there, turning on the computer.
"teacher--"
He tilted his head to look at Io, and his words stopped abruptly.
The corners of his lips softened.
The soft touch quickly brushed across her lips, and Wen Qing even felt her lips being gently sucked.
It happened so fast that it was almost an illusion.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly and she opened her eyes wide.
Io slowly raised his hand and stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips, as if savoring the taste.
He raised his eyelids and said with a half-smile, "I'll collect some interest first."
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