Zhao Youyue's tone of voice was very flat. There was no fluctuation in it, nor was there any trace of her usual gentleness. It was as if she was dubbing an iconic character. Such a voice was unique in reality, because in reality, very few people would speak in such a tone of voice.
Han Leng was resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice. He could not help but open his eyes, only to find that it was the expressionless Zhao Youyue. She was exuding an inexplicable aura. He suddenly showed a surprised expression. Was this person really Zhao Youyue? In his impression, this rich missy always maintained a gentle smile, and behaved in a calm and elegant manner …
Of course, this missy had inadvertently revealed the fact that she was actually a very playful and lively girl. For example, she liked to secretly play with her phone during the morning reading class. Even during the cleaning, she would be lazy in all sorts of ways, showing no sense of responsibility, not to mention the sense of collective honor. Moreover, she was not the kind of person who liked to show off. She always wore a blue and white sports uniform. She was really inconspicuous in the whole class.
If Han Leng had not had a pleasant transaction with this missy, he would not have really paid attention to her. Although both of them were junior high school classmates, Han Leng's impression of Zhao Youyue was very faint.
Since when did he start paying attention to Zhao Youyue, and felt that this rich missy was more and more cute?
Perhaps it was from the time he began to write in his private notebook in the wee hours of the morning, that he felt so boring but sweet the troubles of youth. Perhaps it was from the time when he pretended to be asleep and was caught by Mr. Qiu. He stood up willingly and felt that it was a very sacred and solemn moment, like a knight standing up for a princess. Whether she knew what he had done for her or not, he was very touched by himself.
This was how scholars were. Be it in writing or in love, once they fell into a state of self-satisfaction, there would be no end. They would not care what others thought of them, or even if others knew about it.
I like you, it has nothing to do with you.
It doesn't matter if you don't know, as long as I'm happy.
Anticipation was a kind of half-awake, half-crazy burning, making the anxious soul hallucinate that he was living in the future.
This was Han Leng.
A very talented young man, but his thinking circuit was different from ordinary people.
He was destined to be lonely.
Therefore, after the transaction, even though he had Zhao Youyue's WeChat ID, he never took the initiative to send a message to Zhao Youyue. Of course, in the beginning, he did edit some words, but he did not hit the "send" button. Instead, he silently deleted them. Later on, he gradually stopped doing such things. However, he still liked to browse through Zhao Youyue's Moments, paying attention to her colorful life as a Missy during the holidays. Unlike him, who could only stay at home and play "LoL", or write chapters.
In the classroom, he also silently paid attention to Zhao Youyue. Every time he saw Wang Yang, who sat in front of her, turning around to talk to Zhao Youyue, he would feel extremely unhappy. Apparently, they were talking about web novels, which made Han Leng even more unhappy. He was a serious contracted author of Qidian, and had written excellent web novels with an average subscription of more than 3000. Whenever he appeared in the group of contracted authors, people would call him "Big Boss." He was very familiar with the various Gurus and gossips in the web novel circle, and he had even talked and laughed with some of them.
As for that Wang Yang, he was just a member of the "Green League" of the Platinum God of History, "Green Apple". He was not a famous tycoon reader, but he loved to brag in the dormitory all day long, to the students who did not know much about the online literature circle. How could he still have the face to talk about it in front of Zhao Youyue in the classroom?
Anyway, Han Leng despised Wang Yang countless times in his heart, but he still did not take any concrete action … He only hated that he was not sitting in front of Zhao Youyue.
Of course, if he was really sitting in front of Zhao Youyue, he would not even turn around to talk to Zhao Youyue. He would just fall into a meaningless self-satisfaction.
Therefore, even though he felt that Zhao Youyue was behaving strangely, he did not show it. Instead, he nodded his head coldly. He was secretly delighted that Lady Zhao had taken the initiative to greet him. How delightful!
He pondered for a moment, and then replied calmly, "I don't know what to do with my life, so I choose to cultivate every day. It's better to sleep in death than to sleep in life. "
Han Leng thought that his words would make the cute Zhao Youyue smile, and respond to him gently. However, Zhao Youyue was still expressionless, and her expression was cold. She looked at the language textbook from time to time, as if she could not control her desire to learn at all …
"Oh." Zhao Youyue was a man of few words.
Han Leng suddenly felt depressed, but his expression was still cold. However, he felt that there was a deep gap between him and Zhao Youyue. Obviously, this was just his imagination, because the distance between him and Zhao Youyue had never been close. How could there be a gap?
Both of them stood silently outside the door of class 7, waiting for the students inside to slowly leave the classroom and rush to the examination hall.
However, as they stood side by side, Han Leng had a new feeling. He decided to write this sentence in the upcoming language examination — —
The grass is bearing its seeds, and the wind is shaking its leaves. We stand here, not talking, and it's so beautiful.
Then, Han Leng felt that the gap between him and Zhao Youyue was gone. After all, they were standing together, and they had a tacit understanding of each other. How could there be a gap?
He must have been hallucinating just now.
Just when Han Leng's face was cold, but his heart was filled with endless self-satisfaction, Zhao Youyue had already walked into the examination hall. She quickly found her seat and sat down to continue her revision. She had to wait for the invigilator to enter the examination hall, only then would she take the initiative to put the revision materials on the podium. Anyway, she had to seize every minute.
Han Leng saw that Zhao Youyue, who was originally standing next to him, had already entered the examination hall. He scratched his head awkwardly and entered the examination hall as well. This language examination was a piece of cake for him. Of course, sometimes when he was doing reading comprehension, he felt that some of the questions were really retarded.
As an author, he naturally knew that one would not think too much when writing an article. However, the teacher who produced the paper forced the students to analyze a certain sentence, and what kind of feelings the author expressed in this sentence. If the author were to do this kind of question, he would probably be dumbfounded — — How would he know what kind of feelings he was expressing? He did not think much at all …
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