That state seemed to have floated back.
The boy looked at him blankly.
The old man's heart skipped a beat, he was terrified by this look, and touched his cold arm, "...what's wrong with you? What expression..."
The other party did not speak.
Grandpa Yun sat silently for a while, feeling that the room was so cold that he wanted to shiver. He looked up at his own child, "How about you go home first?"
Yun Huai still didn't speak, but his eyes silently scanned the notebook in the corner.
The old man sat with him tremblingly for a while before the boy got up, "I'm going home."
He pushed open the door and left.
Grandpa Yun felt that the temperature in the room was much higher.
He couldn't help thinking, this kid couldn't have failed in his confession... Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.
His face was as cold as ice.
The teenager who left the hospital didn't go home. He crossed the street expressionlessly and walked to a store.
The shop owner was a little surprised when he saw him: "Xiao Huai."
The repairmen also looked over.
They all know that Yunhuai is famous now. Trainees, who have social accounts on the Internet, Yunhuai's popularity has grown wildly just based on a few occasional pictures.
He's a star now.
The shopkeeper said with a smile, "I told you a long time ago, your condition is so good, you won't remain unknown forever."
Yun Huai remained silent.
The shopkeeper thought he was struggling. They also don't know that he didn't drop out of school to fix cars to make ends meet. In fact, he is in college, and car repairs are only occasionally. For Yunhuai, it is more like a kind of entertainment.
He likes this focused, serious feeling.
Just like now, his thoughts are chaotic, and he thinks of this.
"Is there any car repair?" The boy didn't answer, and asked the question directly.
The owner was taken aback, a little surprised.
He thought the other party was just coming back today to take a look. He is so famous, still come to work
The repairmen also looked at each other in blank dismay.
In the end, the owner said: "Yes, yes..."
The boy picked up the gloves from the toolbox and put them on, and said in a flat tone, "Then I'll fix it."
He picked up the toolbox, and the shopkeeper came back to his senses and stopped him: "Do you want to fix it now? It's so late now, and the shop is about to close." He looked at the boy hesitantly, "What happened? Is it? If there is any difficulty in life..."
The boy shook his head, "No."
He still picked up the toolbox, "I'm going to the backyard, you go first."
Amidst the confusion of the crowd, the boy disappeared around the corner with a blank expression on his face.
The shopkeeper also looked puzzled.
Yun Huai arrived at the backyard, glanced at the big truck, took off his coat, put on his gloves, and checked slowly.
The weather was hot, and crystal beads of sweat dripped from the young man's fair forehead, but he continued to disassemble and assemble calmly as if he didn't feel it.
After get off work in the shop, the car repairers all went back, and the shop owner came to the backyard to have a look.
Yun Huai suddenly stopped, took off his gloves, and raised his dark and beautiful pupils.
He looked at the shopkeeper expressionlessly, "... lend me your phone."
The shopkeeper quickly handed over the phone.
He asked, "Xiao Huai, what do you mean by the post you posted today? Is that a girl's side profile? Are you going to announce your relationship to the public?"
Yun Huai looked up at him.
The shopkeeper clicked his tongue twice, "You don't know, the news you posted tonight caused an explosion on the Internet. You are still a trainee, and you are so famous..."
Yun Huai didn't answer, but there was some sarcasm and slight sadness in his pitch-black eyes.
He was only accepted underground.
There is no need to keep that post.
The young Baisai slid open with his fingertips, but he didn't log in the dynamic account. He first logged in the account he used for live broadcasting.
He pursed his lips and clicked on the private message.
Swiping down at ten lines at a glance, he saw a familiar one—the teacher's ID.
"I love you more every day, your voice is so nice, it would be great if you could sing! We met in real life, and I like you very much..."
Afterwards, Balabala confessed, the words were very passionate, and the boy's earlobes gradually turned red.
He stared at the private message page.
after a long time.
The boy suddenly threw the phone to the shopkeeper, and grabbed the coat beside him.