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The occasion where Wen Wangzhou appeared really surprised her.
After going down one floor, there is the quiet reading area of ??the Poetry Appreciation Club. The sound insulation in the middle should be quite good, and there is no way to hear the noisy voices upstairs.
The intensive reading area is a rather large room, but the middle is full of bookcases. There are chairs next to it, where you can sit and read. There are also cushions on the floor, and there are reclining chairs next to it. In short, all the habits of reading are in this room. There is a zone.
The girl who brought her took He Yihan around the room. When passing the bookshelves, He Yihan didn't see Wen Wangzhou sitting on the ground at all. He was lowering his head, so of course He Yihan didn't notice him.
When passing by, I saw a long leg straddling the position between the two bookshelves.
Just as He Yihan was about to lift his legs and step over it, he subconsciously glanced at the long-legged owner, and saw Wen Wangzhou's familiar side face, who was currently concentrating on reading the book spread out on his lap.
"Wen Wang Zhou!"
Although He Yihan's voice was not very loud, it was just like a normal voice, but in such a quiet space where only the sound of flipping a book was heard, her voice exploded like a thunder on the ground.
All the people around subconsciously raised their heads to look in He Yihan's direction, and the girl who was carrying He Yihan quickly gestured at her, dragging He Yihan out of the room.
After being dragged away, He Yihan looked back, and saw Wen Wangzhou sitting on the ground between two tall bookshelves, with one leg bent and the other flat on the ground, with the back of the book resting on his knees In the morning, he was also turning his head to look at her, but because of the warm yellow light above his head, He Yihan couldn't see the look in the man's eyes clearly, but he could feel his eyes looking at her silently.
When He Yihan and the girl who brought her came outside, He Yihan couldn't help asking: "Why is Wen Wangzhou here?"
The girl had already guessed that the two of them knew each other just now, but the real situation seemed to be a little different from what she had imagined. There was no friend she knew who was so honest. She thought they were friends, but probably enemies.
But the girl still answered He Yihan's answer truthfully: "He joined yesterday, he is a freshman this year, according to the chronological order of joining the club, you should call him senior brother, of course, you should also call me senior sister. "
In this Poetry Appreciation Club, everyone calls each other Senior Brother and Senior Sister instead, so that they can be easily remembered during discussions.
"Brother?"
For a moment, He Yihan didn't want to join this club anymore.
"I think it's faster for me to build a club myself."
The senior sister quickly reminded: "Classmates, freshmen are not allowed to establish clubs by themselves, maybe they were allowed before, but the ideas of freshmen in recent years have really become more and more novel, and the speed of club growth is really amazing. There are too many, so there are such regulations."
There is some reason for the school to set such a rule. Too many students set up clubs because of their temporary interests, and then they have no intention of running them.
Now there are many clubs in universities that are empty shell clubs. It seems that there is only one club name and a nominal president. Because of temporary interest, many people do not run clubs seriously.
That's why the school launched such a club. If you really love it, you will still love it after a year.
With this new regulation, the frequency of many messy associations has become less and less.
Of course, it does not rule out those who are above the sophomore year and will impulsively form clubs, but the number of people has indeed decreased a lot.
After hearing this rule, He Yihan cursed in his heart, thought for half a minute, and finally stretched out his hand resignedly.
"What about the form, I choose to join your club."
The senior was very happy, and hurriedly led He Yihan upstairs.
The two stood amidst a uniform recitation, and He Yihan signed his name.
"Welcome to join our Poetry Appreciation Club, fellow."
Senior sister smiled.
After that, the senior did not know where to find out a piece of instruction, which wrote the rules of joining the group.
Although this club was not founded by He Yihan, the rules are more relaxed than the club He Yihan founded in high school before.
Because everyone is united for poetry, as long as they love it.
You can join the poetry recitation team, you can also go to the quiet reading area to taste the charm of poetry quietly, and you can even create your own.? Words to share with everyone.
After reading the instructions, He Yihan went directly to the quiet reading area downstairs.
She casually looked for a collection of poems from the bookshelf, then went to the corner of the room and began to read quietly.
Before concentrating on it, He Yihan deliberately raised his head to confirm Wen Wangzhou's position.
Wen Wangzhou couldn't be seen from He Yihan's direction, which proved that Wen Wangzhou couldn't see her either.
Only then did He Yihan feel relieved, and immersed himself in the world of poetry with peace of mind.
In fact, He Yihan is not so much fascinated by poetry, but rather that she is fascinated by the ancient culture and scenes outlined by the poems.
When reading poems, He Yihan's mind was filled with pictures, those pictures seemed to travel through thousands of years, and came to He Yihan's mind.
And He Yihan enjoyed this process very much.
While He Yihan was enjoying himself, some people around him left because of class, and some left because they had something to study.
Gradually, the street lamps outside the window lit up with the darkness of the sky.
After reading the entire poem, He Yihan rubbed his shoulders tiredly, but her eyes were clear and clean.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Wen Wangzhou sitting on a chair not far away, noticing that He Yihan had put down the book in his hand, he directly brought the book in his hand and walked over, saying: "You also come Have you joined the Poetry Appreciation Club?"
His voice was not lowered at all, He Yihan was startled subconsciously, and only after looking around did he realize that the people around him had already left without knowing it, and there were only the two of them in the quiet reading area now.
He Yihan also completely relaxed. Hearing Wen Wangzhou's words, she just felt angry.
Just finished reading the book in her hand, but He Yihan didn't have the heart to throw it at Wen Wangzhou with the book in her hand. She directly picked up the pile of scarves she took off and threw it towards Wen Wangzhou.
"Boy, have you forgotten who was your president in high school?"
He Yihan's eyes widened, and he said in a fierce tone.
The scarf was thrown into Wen Wangzhou's arms. Wen Wangzhou suddenly picked up the scarf in his hand, leaned forward, and covered He Yihan's eyes with the soft scarf.
"After reading for so long, your eyes are red, take a rest."
Deprived of vision, He Yihan could only hear the voice of the man in front of him. In the clear and clear voice, like an illusion, there flashed an imperceptible gentleness. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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