Meng Zhiying frowned and called out again unwillingly: "Student Qi Yan!"

"Sorry, I have something to do, so I have to leave first." Qi Yan's thoughts were called back. He said a few words, picked up the coat on the back of the chair and ran out in a hurry.

Meng Zhiying looked at Qi Yan's back in shock, with doubts, confusion, and more disbelief in her eyes.

He ran in the direction where Luo Han left.

Luo Han was walking alone on the street, aimlessly.

Today he suddenly felt that his feelings for his friend were very strange. After he went out, he was blown by the cold wind. He felt that maybe this was the bond between friends, and he was overthinking. He

went to the coffee shop he usually went to and prepared to buy two cups of coffee to take back, but ran into his friend talking and laughing with that self-righteous woman.

In an instant, he was filled with anger. I don't know if he saw Qi Yan or Meng Zhiying.

The strange feeling in his heart surged up again.

He had to say that he was somewhat interested in Meng Zhiying. After all, since he was a child, there were women who complimented him everywhere, and there were almost no women who dared to yell at him.

What about Qi Yan? They were good friends who grew up wearing the same pants. They were familiar with each other. It seemed that their weaknesses and tolerance were only open to each other...

Luo Han unconsciously compared his good friend with a woman.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. A layer of haze appeared on Luo Han's icy face again, and his body exuded a repulsive aura that kept strangers away.

"Han!"

A familiar voice came from behind him. Luo Han's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head quickly. Sure enough, he saw Qi Yan running towards him breathlessly.

Seeing the sweat on his forehead, Luo Han couldn't help but frown and said, "Why are you running so fast?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't catch up with you..." With his hands on his knees, Qi Yan calmed down for a long time before he could speak normally.

"Why are you chasing me?"

"I want to go back with you."

Luo Han pursed his lips and looked at Qi Yan without saying a word.

Qi Yan met his ambiguous gaze, gently raised the corners of his mouth, and raised a faint smile.

"Go back, there are still many documents to be processed."

"...Ayan, I think..."

"Let's go."

Qi Yan seemed a little flustered, interrupted what he was about to say next, reached out and grabbed his hand, and led him towards the school.

His eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands, and Luo Han suddenly understood something. On a foggy road, he seemed to see the fog dissipate, and the person in front of him looked at him with a smile and stretched out a hand to him...

[The male protagonist's favorability towards Qi Yan +15, current favorability: 90]

The smile on Qi Yan's mouth was like being bathed in the sun, warming people's hearts.

From that day on, the relationship between Luo Han and Qi Yan was a little subtle. Even other classmates were saying that the two of them did almost everything together.

It was no secret that the two young masters in the school were good friends, but they rarely appeared in the cafeteria to eat together before, let alone playing ball together.

"Huh..." Qi Yan wiped the sweat with a towel, picked up the water and took a big gulp.

"Don't drink too fast." Luo Han's voice came from his ear, Qi Yan turned around and gave him a big smile, too tired to say anything.

The two of them played basketball for two classes. Outside the court, there were girls cheering. Qi Yan was a little excited and played for too long without realizing it. He was so tired that he couldn't even breathe.

Compared to him, Luo Han seemed much more relaxed.

After a pause, Qi Yan stood up and stretched his muscles, and asked casually: "Aren't you tired?"

Luo Han glanced at him and answered truthfully: "Not bad."

"Tsk." Qi Yan walked over with a smile, and suddenly reached out to pinch his cheek and pulled it: "What you said is so irritating!"

Luo Han held his naughty hand helplessly, wrapped it firmly in his palm and took it off: "Don't make trouble."

"Who is making trouble with you." Qi Yan rarely showed his temper, and snorted: "Call me next time you go for a morning run."

"Will you get up?"

"Why not, don't underestimate me!"

"Okay, I'll call you next time."

[The male protagonist's favorability towards Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 95]

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The Queen has something to say:

Does it feel like it's too smooth and boring? Humph, I won't say anything_(:3」∠)_.