"How could you have such an illusion." Feng Nai raised his eyes and smiled slowly. It seemed that someone had really been pretending to be a boy for too long, even thinking from a boy's point of view.
He can't always say, I like you, are you a boy
Then people will definitely run away.
What's more, she had originally planned to leave.
Thinking of this, Feng Nai even lost his appetite a lot.
Lazily sandwiching vegetables.
Mo Bei glanced at him: "It's fine if you don't have one."
Feng Nai seemed to change the subject casually: "Is the celery delicious?"
"It's okay." Mo Bei's voice was still calm, and he still held the bamboo chopsticks in his hand.
The next second, she paused.
Because that handsome face leaned over suddenly, with a light mint smell, just bit the food on her bamboo chopsticks.
The two of them were so close that Mo Bei's head could touch his.
The chest agitation that had been affected a little before, now feels more clearly.
Mo Bei raised his eyes slightly, and only slightly twisted his brows.
The gasping sounds around her had already covered her feelings.
The students of No. 2 Middle School who saw this scene all covered their lips.
The only regret is that there is no time for them to appreciate it.
Young Master Feng has already returned to the previous distance.
Mo Bei looked at the man.
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows naturally: "What?"
"It's nothing." Mo Bei glanced at his bamboo chopsticks again, before she could think about it.
Feng Nai opened his mouth again: "Help me fix something in a while, and I caused it to send you a message."
Mo Bei: ...
after eating.
Only then did Mo Bei know what a certain great god was talking about.
Review book.
Feng Nai propped his face with one hand: "I've never written anything like this before."
"Didn't you write about fights before?" Mo Bei turned his eyes away. The two of them should be treated the same.
Feng Nai looked at her, his voice uneven: "I haven't been caught before, this time it's because of distraction."
What else could Mo Bei say: "Go to the library." You can't write a review here.
So, even during the lunch break, the two of them spent together.
A review doesn't take long to write.
At the beginning, it was Mo Bei who wrote it, and Feng Nai watched it.
It's still cloudy outside.
But the cloud has begun to gradually dissipate.
Wait until there is a temperature.
Sunlight poured in through the windows.
Still with the breath after the rain.
When Mo Bei wrote to the end, he only felt his shoulders sink, and when he turned his head to look over.
The man has fallen asleep.
The eyelashes are very long and black, and when they hit that handsome porcelain-white face, they always look particularly clear.
The bridge of the nose is straight and straight, and the thin lips are very light, with a youthful feeling unique to his age.
Mo Bei's movements stopped for a moment.
In order not to wake him up, he switched hands.
The library was very quiet, with a faint smell of books.
Under normal circumstances, the students of No. 2 Middle School would never come to this kind of place at all.
I came here today with two school grassroots.
It would have made some noise.
But just after their little brother Bingshan realized that Feng Shao had fallen asleep, he raised his finger and booed at them.
They all started to hold their faces together, and began to appreciate the picturesque scene.
Everyone knows that Brother Nan is the most handsome when he writes.
Like an ancient son, cold and abstinent.
Now there is still a Feng Shao hanging on his shoulder.
It's really eye-catching.
The most important thing is that today's little brother Bingshan, when he lowered his eyes and raised his pen, the corners of his lips were soft.
From time to time, she would turn her eyes sideways and look at Feng Shao.
Su's heart just burst like that.
Someone secretly took a photo and posted it on the school forum.
"What do I say, my Brother Nan is the most offensive!"
"Both are aggressive."
"Young Master Feng's aura is too strong. Even relying on Brother Nan, he still feels like he's advocating sovereignty. He looks like this is my little brother and strangers should not enter."
"Remember the fight between the two of them in the back playground?"
"Me, me, me! I've seen them before. They're all very handsome, and they're all evenly matched. Now they're friends, and they're so good. I really didn't even think about it."
"Hahaha, the boys in our class have already started dating boys from No. 1 Middle School for dinner, saying that they will not date any more, and want to form an alliance!"
To say that this day is really a historic day for No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools.
On the contrary, the teachers are still secretly fighting over who will be the first in the exam this year.
Who made today's No. 2 Middle School produce a top student.
Compared with the school grass on the opposite side.
This one in my family is really not a good student.
After seeing this photo, the teachers in No. 1 Middle School even felt that if the other party said a word.
The number one in their family is estimated to be handed over directly.
Facts have proved that Feng Nai is not very interested in studying.
He has already finished his high school courses.
Coming to class on time is just to qualify for the competition.
Feng Nai slept deeply this time.
Mo Bei has been sitting next to him, raising his eyes to glance at the clock in the library.
There are fewer students around.
She looked at the time, then at Feng Nai.
Finally, with lowered eyes, he sent a message to Zhao Jianjian: "Take a sick leave for me."
"Ask for sick leave? Brother Nan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Jianjian's nervousness was clear at a glance.
Mo Bei only replied with a faint "um".
In fact, it was because when she stood up, he was bound to wake up.
It doesn't matter where you study.
Even without a book.
Mo Bei can also brush up on last year's big questions on the Internet.
Qing Juan's side face, under the light, was so clean that even the tiny hairs could be seen clearly, as if it had been coated with a faint glow.
This was what Feng Nai saw when he opened his eyes. Knowing that the other party hadn't noticed that he was awake, he simply continued to maintain that posture.
After Mo Bei finished the second set of multiple-choice questions, he met his gaze, and then pressed his phone, and his slender figure also stood up.
Just wanted to shake his right arm.
The wrist was grabbed by the man.
"Is it because it's been too long and your arm is numb?" Feng Nai said while pressing her elbow, kneading it with moderate strength. ,
Mo Bei paused.
You can't push people away.
After all, this is a common interaction between boys.
And he was just doing her blood circulation.
Even when he was close, he could even breathe on her face.
Mo Bei felt that she had overestimated herself.
Since knowing that he is lazy.
It feels like a change is happening.
The current way of getting along is not within her expectations.
Fortunately, the message came from the phone.
This allowed Mo Bei to finally pull out to calm his mind.
Sure enough, after she saw the message, her eyes became much clearer.
There was only one sentence on it: "Bei, don't forget tonight's dinner with Mrs. Feng."
(end of this chapter)