After the monthly exam, the table belonging to He Yihan and Wen Wangzhou was the strangest.
One studies the hardest, and the other sleeps the most soundly.
Wen Wangzhou raised his eyebrows and glanced at the place where her white hand fell, and stopped writing.
Her hand stretched out inadvertently in her sleep, a few fingers were still up in the air, half of her palm touched the paper, and it was pressed very firmly.
Wen Wangzhou coughed a little hard, but the sound did not wake He Yihan up, but disturbed He Yihan. She moved her fingers uncomfortably, rubbed her palm against his exercise book, and then withdrew her hand.
After her hand left, Wen Wangzhou looked at the marks on the exercise book and fell into deep thought.
I saw some traces of ink on the clean exercise book.
Originally, when the carbon pen was first written, the ink would not dry out so quickly.
However, no one rubs the newly written words with their hands, so generally speaking, after writing with a carbon pen, it will remain on the paper in a particularly dry and docile manner.
Just now Wen Wangzhou wrote down the process of solving the problem, and there was even the calculated result on it.
All of them were destroyed under He Yihan's "demon palm".
Wen Wangzhou looked at the dark problem-solving process, and then glanced at the next page, the clean and tidy problem-solving process.
He suddenly turned his head and glanced at He Yihan, and he naturally saw an ink stain on He Yihan's open palm.
The black ink stains and white palms look very high in contrast, and the sense of presence is unusually strong.
He stood up, and took out a thin paper towel from the paper on the desk of the classmate next to him.
He pinched the corner of the tissue, pointed it at He Yihan's cheek quietly and silently, and slowly slid it once, then again.
In his sleep, He Yihan seemed to feel a bug land on her face.
He Yihan was not afraid of bugs, but he didn't like them either, so he reached out and rubbed his face, wanting to slap the bugs down.
Sure enough, she swept it twice, and the bug never appeared again.
And Wen Wangzhou, who was sitting next to He Yihan, looked at her fair face, after the heavy ink stains, the corners of her lips slowly curled up.
He Yihan slept for a full class, and when she woke up, she saw Wen Wangzhou's side face, and saw him concentrating on the exercises in his hands, with elegant handwriting and fast speed.
The two of them have been sitting at the same table for more than a month, and He Yihan vaguely felt the boy's attributes as a schoolmaster.
Unsurprisingly, she buried her face in the crook of her arms again, and after waking up for a while, she tore off the headband and tied her hair tightly again.
Anyone with a high hairline can't stand such an extreme tie-up method, but He Yihan casually tied it up, as if it had been carefully handled, whether it was the broken hair on the cheeks or the right hairline, it all proved that , some people are born perfect in the hairline.
He Yihan just woke up, a little thirsty, he dug in the desk, only took out an empty mineral water bottle.
Somewhat irritatedly, she threw the mineral water bottle into the trash can behind. She wanted to drink water but there was no water. She could only endure the dryness in her throat, and got up to go downstairs to the store to buy water.
Suddenly Wen Wangzhou called her name.
He Yihan.
She froze for a moment, then slowly turned around.
Wen Wangzhou didn't often call her name, but now that he suddenly called her name, He Yihan felt a little strange in his heart.
Such a strange feeling made He Yihan, who was already a little angry to get up, even more irritable. She said in a cold voice, "What's wrong?"
The girl turned her head, her charming fox eyes could burst into flames at this moment.
Wen Wangzhou was quiet for a moment, and the heart that wanted to remind him suddenly disappeared, "I just want to tell you that class is going to start in half a minute. At this time, it is best not to go out."
He Yihan looked at him with a very strange look, as if to say, are you crazy, when did I care about whether or not to attend class?
She didn't answer, turned around and left.
Seeing the back of her leaving with some disgust, the smile on the corner of Wen Wangzhou's lips deepened, and he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
He was indeed right, class was about to start, and all students had to go back to their classrooms.
Just after class and about to start class, there are the most people in the corridors of the school.
The young man sat in his seat, thinking of a trace of ink on that fair cheek, with a deep and long smile, and his stern eyebrows became more and more stretched because of this relationship.
In fact, Wen Wangzhou is not that kind of delicate and beautiful boy, but combining his temperament and face, he has that kind of appearance that makes people want to stop.
The facial features are not deep, even single eyelids, thin lips, cold expression, and hard brow bones.
The sense of youth is usually flamboyant, but Wen Wangzhou is cold and restrained.
However, no one felt that he underestimated him. On the first day, the stool legs that were removed neatly were still fresh in his memory.
Under the coldness, there is a hint of paranoia and madness.
People don't want to provoke him like this, except for He Yihan.
He Yihan walked all the way to the playground, and naturally noticed that the students were looking at her with somewhat inexplicable expressions, paying attention to her.
When he was used to being the center of attention, He Yihan didn't react at all, and came to the playground with one hand in his pocket.
She found the store and went in.
Opened the door of the freezer with one hand, and took out a bottle of chilled mineral water from inside.
He closed the door of the freezer casually. The door was made of transparent glass, which was wiped clean and reflected light in the sun.
He Yihan saw his own clear reflection, only for a moment, when the door was completely closed, the reflection also disappeared.
She frowned, and subconsciously opened the door, not fully opening it. When her image was reflected again, He Yihan stared at the reflection, grinding her back molars.
Who can tell her what the blackness on her face is!
He Yihan raised his hand to wipe the marks on his face, but more and more he wiped.
She lowered her head and glanced at her palm, which she hadn't paid attention to, and her face turned black instantly Oh no, I can't describe it like that now, because her face has always been dark.
It's like the kind that just came back from digging coal.
Dirty, black.
He Yihan lightly smelled the black on his hands, and smelled a special fragrance, which she had only smelled in Wen Wangzhou's exercise books and notebooks.
This is a special refill with a fragrance, and the written characters have a faint fruity aroma.
He Yihan gritted his teeth, and the mineral water bottle made a sound in her hand.
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