Bo Yan still remembers that they met eight and a half years ago. She was a freshman and he was a senior. After he was recommended to graduate students in his senior year, he helped his tutor do some teaching assistant work.
In university classrooms, there must be a mixed subject called "college aesthetic education." The legendary king of elective courses, as long as you are present when the teacher calls for it and don't hand in a blank paper at the end of the semester, you can easily get 90 points. Moreover, it is not easy to choose this kind of courses. Most people rush to grab the courses as soon as the course selection week comes just to get good grades.
It just so happened that Tutor Bo Yan’s open class was university aesthetic education.
His tutor didn't like to call on people very much, and after one semester, Bo Yan didn't have much chance to use that roster to call on people. Therefore, as time goes by, the number of people attending class has visibly decreased. Towards the end of the year, the classwork is heavy, and even fewer people come to take such insignificant classes. Even the few who came to class slept all the way to the end of get out of class, wiped their saliva, patted their butts and left.
Originally, a large lecture hall could accommodate about a hundred people, but only about 20 people showed up for this class, not even 30%. No matter how good-tempered his instructor was, he couldn't stand it, so he asked him to take the lead.
Bo Yan has been sitting in the first row. No one sits in the first row in such a public class - it is easy to be seen if he is sleeping.
But when he got up and called it, all the girls in the class were excited: Wow, that boy is so handsome!
Bo Yan's expression was calm and he called the names one by one in order along the way. The colleges and names are sorted alphabetically. The School of Art is at the end, and Xia Siyu and Zhou Weiwei are also the last two.
When Boyan saw the name "Xia Siyu", he thought that this guy should be a girl. But if it's a girl, how angry is she? With her surname being Xia and "Siyu", she has a bad temper.
Of course, after getting to know each other later, Xia Siyu herself said that she had a "pure yang fate" and strong fire. Born in summer, with the surname Xia, it didn't rain for three consecutive months before birth, so he was called "Siyu".
But when he called her name: "Xia Siyu."
No one responded.
With a calm expression, Bo Yan raised his voice and called again: "Xia Siyu."
There were only about twenty people in the entire class. Because they were from different colleges, no one was familiar with each other. When they heard their names, they just looked at each other and no one paid attention.
There were only three things to do. Bo Yan called each person's name three times. If he didn't agree after three times, he would just put a cross behind the person's name and deduct points in the final exam.
He spoke again: "Xia Siyu."
"Come on, come on." It was Zhou Weiwei's weak voice sitting in the last row, and then she pushed someone who was sleeping soundly next to her, "Wake up quickly, the teacher has called the roll."
Then Xia Siyu blinked her sleepy eyes and slowly raised her head.
When she first woke up, her hair was still messy in front of her face. Bo Yan glanced at it, lowered his head disinterestedly and asked again: "Are you Xia Siyu?"
Xia Siyu straightened her hair and asked confidently: "Who are you?"
Bo Yan was amused by her and raised his head.
Xia Siyu also happened to wake up and looked at him.
Eyes facing each other.
How can I describe the feeling at that moment? It was like the burning of Heidelberg tonight. In the originally dark night, suddenly a bunch of fireworks rose into the sky and bloomed, and the whole world lit up.
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After asking the first question, Li Yiru continued without stopping and asked with a smile: "Then when was your first kiss?"
(End of chapter)