Zhao Zhao raised her eyes from the sea of questions and saw a very handsome young man. The most striking feature of him was his narrow and bright peach blossom eyes. At this moment, he grinned and looked at Zhao Zhao with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I only have one pen." Zhao Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled, noticing the boy's frustrated look. "But I can ask someone to bring you one."
He raised his hand and the invigilator came down immediately. "Student, do you have any questions?"
"Can I have a pen?"
The invigilator was a kind middle-aged female teacher. When she saw Zhao Zhao asking for a pen, she immediately handed her pen to him.
"Thank you." Zhao Zhao took it politely and gave it to the classmate next to him.
Alvin still took it with a smile and whispered a thank you.
But he couldn't help feeling depressed. Why didn't he have such an easy time borrowing a pen from the teacher before?
He raised his eyes again and glanced at Zhao Zhao who was doing the homework seriously. Well, he looked like a good student. I guess the teacher likes this kind of person.
Zhao Zhao finished the test very quickly. Even though he was a few minutes late, he still handed in the paper early. The young man next to him was still writing furiously, with a sad face, as if he had some grudge against the test paper.
He walked out of the examination room with ease, looked up, and met He Qinglin who had just come out of the adjacent examination room 22.
Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up and he ran over quickly. He Qinglin also saw him and frowned subconsciously, but slowed down his pace.
"Classmate, let's go eat together."
“…”
There was silence between the two of them again. Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Zhao got angry. She stared at his cold profile for a few seconds, then turned around and was about to leave, muttering to herself, "If you don't want to eat, don't eat."
"Wait." He Qinglin was conflicted, his mouth moving faster than his brain. Seeing Zhao Zhao turned around with anger in his eyes, he could only slow down his voice, "Let's go, let's eat."
"What do you mean by looking so sad?" Zhao Zhao glared at him unhappily.
I feel like I'm trying to please someone but nothing.
"Let's go." He Qinglin didn't explain. He put the two pens in his hand into his pocket and walked forward slowly. He didn't hear any movement behind him for a long time. When he turned around, he didn't even see Zhao Zhao's figure.
He Qinglin: ...
He thought Yu Zhaoyi was following him all the time.
Looking at the long corridor, he blinked twice uncomfortably, but didn't pay much attention to it and left.
During the afternoon exam, Zhao Zhao arrived at the examination room early. He was quietly and boredly spinning his pen. His slender white fingers were spinning the pen to create flower shadows, which was very beautiful.
"System, do you have any information about Aiwen?"
"At least give me some hints, otherwise, how can I find him in such a big school?"
[Have you ever heard of the school forum? ]
"No."
[Host, you can search your school forum for information about the protagonist's whereabouts, including information.] As the protagonist, and a gifted child with a good family background and good looks, the students in the school pay a lot of attention to them.
It was the first time Zhao Zhao had heard of such a thing, so he immediately took out his phone and started searching the school forum.
When I opened the page, the first post that caught my eye was a photo of Song Zhixu wearing a white suit and giving a speech on stage.
The young man was as gentle as jade, and he was not at all nervous when facing the public with the microphone in his hand. He stood tall and had a perfect smile on his face.
Zhao Zhao subconsciously clicked on tens of thousands of comments and glanced through them. Without exception, they were all praising him.
Suddenly, Zhao Zhao saw a comment.
[Reminiscing about the past in the evening breeze: Ahhhhhhh, President Song is still as handsome as ever, Ahhhhh, President Song, I love you!]
This person's gender marker is male, but...
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