Chu Chuan scanned the huge classroom, but couldn't find the person he was looking for. Looking down at the time on the lock screen of the phone, there were still two minutes before the start of the first class in the afternoon. He casually pulled the unfamiliar face passing by him and handed Jiang Yiyou's book to him, "Student, please help me." I will hand it over to Jiang Yiyou from your class."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and bumped into the person who had said his name a second ago. Chu Chuan handed him the book with a speechless expression, "How long have you been standing behind me?"
"It hasn't been long." Jiang Yiyou answered him with a smile, wrinkled the tip of his nose and made a slight inhalation movement, put one hand on his shoulder, showing a surprised expression, "Brother Chuan, you've sprayed perfume. ?”
A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Chu Chuanchu's startled face, and he hummed vaguely. Then he moved away Jiang Yiyou's hand on his shoulder naturally, "Don't make trouble, I'm going to class."
Seeing that he had taken half a step with one foot, Jiang Yi grabbed Chu Chuan's arm quickly and snorted softly, "Brother Chuan, let's smoke."
Chu Chuan: "..."
Chu Chuan: "A dog has a good nose."
Jiang Yiyou lifted his chin triumphantly, with a thoughtful look on his face, "Brother Chuan, you've been smoking a bit aggressively lately, didn't you quit smoking a long time ago?"
Chu Chuan paused, and lazily pushed him and said, "There is still a rebound after quitting smoking. Take off your dog's paw, and I have lessons to attend later."
Jiang Yiyou shook his head and looked around, pretending not to hear what he said.
He turned his head and hooked Jiang Yiyou's collar and pulled him towards his eyes. He slightly hooked his lips and threatened in a low voice: "I have sprayed perfume on my body, but I didn't spray it in my mouth. If you keep holding me, I will I will kiss you."
Jiang Yiyou immediately raised his head upright, looking at him with bright eyes, his face full of anticipation.
Chu Chuan: "..."
Reluctantly, he reached out and pressed Jiang Yiyou's head down, "Calm down a little, if you don't want to be on campus forums tomorrow."
Jiang Yiyou nodded like a pounding garlic, and at the same time held up his mobile phone screen to Chu Chuan for him to see.
Chu Chuan held his arm and looked expressionlessly at his own face on the dark screen, "What's so interesting about me?"
Jiang Yiyou was stunned for a second, before realizing that he forgot to activate the screen. Withdrawing his hand, he turned on the screen of his mobile phone, and handed it to Chu Chuan again.
Chu Chuan glanced at his own photo on the lock screen, and his tone became more interested, "It's still me."
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
He stretched out a finger and poked the time beside Chu Chuan's face on the lock screen—it was exactly two o'clock. At the same time, the noisy and lengthy class bell rang. Jiang Yi turned the corners of his lips, and said gloatingly, "Brother Chuan, class is already over."
Chu Chuan: "..."
People on the left and right were electives in this afternoon class, Chu Chuan thought about it for a while, and then let Jiang Yiyou pull him into the back row of the classroom and sit down. Not long after he sat down, the professor of electives came in through the front door with a bag.
Avoiding the sight of the professor on the podium, Chu Chuan lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, and felt his elbow being gently bumped by Jiang Yiyou. The other party's deliberately low voice drifted into his ears, scratching his ears a little itchy, "This teacher At such an old age, there are one more and one less in the classroom, and he himself can't figure it out."
Chu Chuan glanced at him indifferently, "He knows me."
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
Jiang Yiyou: "All right, all the teachers in the school know you, as long as you are handsome."
Before the words were finished, a system bell suddenly sounded in the classroom. The professor on the podium stopped speaking, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pressed the phone, and continued the class.
Before he could finish his sentence, the phone rang again persistently. The professor pushed the presbyopia on the tip of his nose, heyed impatiently, and picked up the phone. But he inadvertently pressed the button for the public voice, and the old but still full of roar came from the loudspeaker.
"Old Yu, did Chu Chuan sneak into your class again?"
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
Chu Chuan: "..."