The boy walked slowly along the corridor, the white sneakers stepped on the ground, making a slight sound of rubber rubbing against the stone floor, the afternoon sunlight scattered on the ground through the window lattice, the boy's shadow seemed to be breaking through between light and darkness .
Wen Wangzhou came to the Poetry Appreciation Club, and he had already participated in this week's activities.
When He Yihan saw him, he was a little surprised.
"Have you really started to love poetry?"
she joked.
Although on weekdays, He Yihan and Wen Wangzhou can't speak a few words, but in school, the two of them are at the same table and join the same club.
Even if you haven't spoken to each other in normal times, your current relationship is closer than that of strangers.
Of course, not friends either.
On this point, He Yihan is very clear, they are not friends.
Wen Wangzhou glanced at the members next to him, and saw Hu Qizheng.
Hu Qi was holding a Chinese book in his hand. He was drowsy, his eyes were completely closed, but he still held the book in his hand and stood in front of his head.
Wen Wangzhou handed out the notebook in his hand, "I see you forgot to take this"
Before he could finish his words, he heard the girl suddenly jump down from the window sill. When he raised his head, the girl had already come to him.
"Thanks."
He Yihan snatched the notebook from his hand.
This reaction
Wen Wangzhou had never seen He Yihan so nervous when he couldn't hide it. She was always calm and composed, as if the sky was collapsing ahead, and she would not frown.
But when he took out this book, He Yihan visibly panicked.
For a moment, Wen Wangzhou couldn't help being curious, what was there in this book that was worth her nervousness.
But it was only for a moment, Wen Wangzhou didn't have much intention of prying into other people's secrets.
"Don't forget next time."
After he whispered something, he turned and left the classroom.
He Yihan looked at the young man Qingjun's back, and couldn't help stroking his forehead with his fingers.
She knew that her reaction just now was too exaggerated.
But
He Yihan tightly clenched the notebook in his hand, there was no one around, and all members of the club were just wasting their time or reading intently.
She slowly opened the notebook in her hand. After seeing the design drawing on it, she was silent for a while, and finally closed the notebook abruptly.
This is a dream she had but could never realize-
Regarding the matter of the book, Wen Wangzhou never asked He Yihan, as if he had never noticed He Yihan's nervousness.
The day goes on as usual, but there seems to be something between the two people that is never the same again.
Because of the secret that both of them kept silent, even if they are strangers again, they will not be strangers anymore.
He Yihan slept peacefully by his side, and never even threw any parts of his arm onto the table at his side.
Wen Wangzhou is still learning, as if he has been learning.
It also seems that in this school, only study needs his heart.
So when the sports committee approached Wen Wangzhou, the sports committee was very nervous.
He stood silently beside Wen Wangzhou, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
Until Wen Wangzhou felt his gaze, he looked up at the sports committee and the form in his hand.
Wen Wangzhou took off his glasses, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the acupuncture points on the side of the bridge of the nose to relieve his tired eyes, and then asked slowly: "What is it?"
Usually, Wen Wangzhou doesn't like to wear glasses. His myopia is very mild, and it only becomes blurred when his eyes are tired.
In fact, Wen Wangzhou only needed to take a break and relax his eye muscles.
But he would rather wear glasses than rest.
His glasses are the most common black-rimmed plastic glasses, which seem to have been matched casually, and it would be a disaster if they were placed on anyone.
However, Wen Wangzhou looked good on her, and the black plastic glasses also showed the quality of some big brands.
The world is so magical, some people wear big brands but they look like street stalls.
Some people wear street clothes, but no one believes them, they just think it is a new product from a luxury brand.
He Yihan is sleeping, She just came back from the outside not long ago.
Although Wen Wangzhou was curious as to how she fell asleep in such a short time, her steady breathing and her deeply buried little head seemed to be asleep.
Originally, Wen Wangzhou didn't believe that someone would fall asleep quickly.
He felt that since he entered junior high school, he had difficulty falling asleep.
Before going to bed, I always think about the questions that I haven¡¯t done today. The more I think about it, the more energetic I am. Sometimes I can even think of the solution, so I get up from the bed and run to the desk to finish writing the questions before going to bed.
As you grow up, you will think of more and more things before going to bed, and more and more complicated.
Even, before he went to bed yesterday, when he was about to fall asleep and gradually fell asleep, he even had such a thought.
He Yihan, how did he fall asleep so quickly.
Wen Wangzhou thought about this question and gradually fell asleep.
In reality, Wen Wangzhou thought of the question about He Yihan he was thinking about last night, and shook his head helplessly.
The sports committee suddenly felt like crying.
He looked at Wen Wangzhou with a mournful face.
"Do you really want to refuse?"
Wen Wangzhou froze for a moment, only then did he realize why he stopped writing just now.
"Sorry, I didn't catch what you said just now."
The sports committee was stunned. Although he was a little thankful that Wen Wangzhou didn't completely reject it, he didn't understand why Wen Wangzhou didn't hear his voice clearly.
To say that a sports committee member is not loud is to insult him.
After all, in physical education class, the one who needs to shout slogans is the sports committee member!
The sports committee directly took a breath of righteousness, sank into his dantian, and said loudly: "I say! The grade basketball game! There is a shortage of people now! Are you going to participate?"
He Yihan was so frightened by the anger that he got up instantly.
With hazy eyes and half fierce eyes, he glared at the sports committee member.
Wen Wangzhou also looked at the sports committee member in silence.
Those who knew knew that the sports committee was talking to him, but those who didn't know thought they were talking to an 80-year-old old man.
He stretched out his hand to pick out his ears, always feeling that the eardrums hadn't recovered yet.
"Not going."
He simply answered two words.
The sports committee member's expression darkened in an instant, and it became even darker after being glared at by He Yihan.
When he was about to look for other people in dejection, He Yihan suddenly stopped him.
"Basketball game? If you really need someone, you can find me."
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