Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yan Bubu slowly walked into the classroom.
A sentry first spotted him and immediately poked the person next to him: "Hey, hey, look."
"What are you doing..." The sentry turned his head impatiently, and fell silent after his eyes fell on Yan Bubu.
The group of sentries who were arm wrestling all looked at Yan Bubu. The noise became quieter and they stared at him and whispered to each other.
"Who is he looking for?"
"… It's the style I like. He seems to be looking at me. Is he here to see me?"
"How come I have never seen him? Have you ever seen him?"
"He's a new student. I saw him once when he was killing sandworms in the cornfield."
…
Yan Bubu was stared at by a group of sentries and began to feel uneasy.
He wondered if he hadn't combed his hair properly that morning, so he touched the top of his head. His hair was fine, so he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
The sentries gasped a few times.
"Hiss... He thinks his face is dirty."
"We all went to look at his feet, and he took off his shoes to check them. Do you believe it?"
"Hey, hey, hey, stop looking. Look, he's walking with his hands and feet together."
A sentry laughed: "Turn back, everyone, turn back."
The sentries' chatter became louder and louder. Feng Chen, who was reading a book, looked up and saw Yan Bubu who had just walked into his passage.
Feng Chen turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the sentries, then stood up, walked to Yan Bubu, and led him to his seat.
He was tall and blocked Yan Bubu behind him. His eyes were looking at the sentries with obvious warning in them.
“… He is Feng Chen’s guide.”
"Come on, come on, continue arm wrestling, who lost just now?"
"Hey, I told you to stop looking. There are sentinels there, so it's useless to look."
Feng Chen asked Yan Bubu to sit in his seat, and he dragged the empty chair next to him and sat next to him. Yan Bubu moved the chair to the side and sat next to him.
Yan Bubu had just been stared at by a whole squad of sentries, and now he felt a little guilty, so he asked Feng Chen in a low voice: "Can you see if there is any dirt on my face? And my clothes, are they on?"
"No problem." Feng Chen said.
Yan Bubu was a little worried: "They kept looking at me... I was so nervous just now, afraid that I would do something inappropriate and make you laugh."
Seeing his anxious expression, Feng Chen glanced at his legs and swallowed the words that he should not squeeze into the same seat in front of others.
“Nothing inappropriate.”
"Well, okay..." Yan Bubu nodded and thought, "Then they must think I'm pretty, so they keep looking at me."
"There are only twenty minutes between classes. You should stay in the classroom and read a book and do two exercises." Feng Chen said.
"I knew you wanted me to read." Yan Bubu snorted, pulled out a book from behind his waist, and threw it on the desk. "See? It's ready."
Yan Bubu pretended to open the book, and suddenly remembered Feng Chen whom he had seen standing at the door of the classroom just now, so he nudged him with his elbow: "Brother, I just felt that you seemed different from usual."
"Oh? What should I be like?" Feng Chen placed his hands on the table and turned a pencil in one hand.