Wen Qing looked at Io in silence. At first he thought that Io simply wanted to accompany him to class, but after hearing the words behind, he couldn't help but start thinking wildly.
Isn't Io planning to do something during class
Thinking about it, Wen Qing raised her eyes vigilantly: "Linear algebra is a small class, and the two classes are taught together."
Io lowered his head and raised his eyebrows after seeing his eyes: "And then?"
Wen Qing said slowly: "There are also fewer classrooms."
Io: "Huh?"
Wen Qing: "Don't mess around."
Eo laughed, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and slowly leaned over, pulling the distance between the two of them: "I didn't intend to do anything."
Wen Qing keenly captured the key information—it was originally.
So you changed your mind now
"But, you've already said that," Io stared into his eyes, tilted his head slightly, rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose, and said casually, "If I don't do something more."
"Didn't it live up to your expectations?"
Wen Qing: "..."
Io blinked, lowered his voice, and said in an almost coaxing tone: "But there is another way."
Wen Qing said that she didn't want to know at all, it was a bad idea to know without even thinking about it.
But before he had time to speak, he heard Io: "Your partner will meet your expectations now."
Wen Qing: "..."
"Me," he paused, imitating Io's tone and said, "now I'm really looking forward to the class alone."
Hearing this, Io chuckled lightly.
Probably because the two were too close, Wen Qing seemed to feel a slight vibration in Io's chest.
A cool breath came towards him, his eyelashes trembled, and he suppressed the inexplicable expectation that rose in his heart.
Seeing his dodging eyes, Io licked his lower lip and continued, "Aren't you going to class alone now?"
The implication is that I am not human.
Wen Qing: "..."
"Wen Qing?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Wen Qing turned around, only to see the squad leader coming from the entrance of the corridor, and greeted with a smile: "You came so early."
Wen Qing replied: "You too."
"I'm used to getting up early," the squad leader took two steps forward and walked to the door of the classroom. Seeing that the person standing beside Wen Qing was motionless, and had no intention of entering the classroom at all, he looked up.
Not a student of their academy.
The monitor said: "Student, there will be classes in this classroom later."
Io looked at him: "I know."
The monitor was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Wen Qing, then at Io, and suddenly realized: "Ah, he came to class with you, right?"
Wen nodded slightly.
Io raised his eyebrows slightly: "The squad leader is quite discerning."
Wen Qing: "..."
The class monitor smiled, looking at Io, he always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity, and he asked tentatively, "Have you accompanied Wen Qing in class before?"
"It seems to me that there is such a thing, you are, you are..."
Hearing the squad leader say "you", Wen Qing always felt a little strange, and then heard the squad leader say, "It's Wen Qing's uncle, right?"
"..."
Io's expression froze instantly.
Wen Qing couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing in front of them, unable to stop laughing.
Io was expressionless, and was so angry that he didn't even say who his partner was.
The squad leader realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."
"I got the wrong person."
After finishing speaking, he smiled awkwardly, and he didn't know why he thought this person was uncle, but the word popped out of his mind inexplicably.
"That... I'm advanced into the classroom."
After finishing speaking, the monitor continued to move forward and entered the classroom through another door.
Wen Qing was still laughing, until her eyes were misty, and her cheeks were sore and stiff.
Seeing him smile, most of the dissatisfaction in Io's heart disappeared, and he raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Do I look old?"
Wen chuckled until his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see Io's expression clearly.
Thinking that Io was still angry, he forced his smile to stop and comforted him, "You don't look old."
"Maybe it's..." He thought for a while and came up with a reasonable excuse, "It's just that he has the temperament of an elder."
Io: "..."
Wen gently rubbed his eyes, wiped away his tears, and continued to comfort Io: "Actually, the squad leader is still complimenting you."
"When you talk about seniority, you are at the ancestor level."
Io: "..."
He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qingxiao with red eyes, wet eyelashes, and lips still curled up, looking in a good mood.
This was the first time Wen Qing laughed like this in front of him instead of crying.
The corners of Io's lips also rose, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to rub Wen Qing's hair: "Well, what you said is right."
"Little ancestor."
Walking into the classroom, in order to avoid embarrassment, Wen Qing picked a seat far away from the monitor, in the corner of the back row.
He sat in the corner, and Io sat to his left.
There was still half an hour before class, Wen Qing took out the textbook to review, and glanced at Io from time to time, seeing that Io really didn't mean to disturb him, he was relieved.
There are four classes in the major of public management, four classes are taught together for major courses, and two classes are taught together for small classes.
As the class time approached, more and more students entered the classroom.
Wen Qing reviewed for a while, then turned his head to look at Io.
Io rested his chin on one hand, and tapped on the table with the other hand, looking boredly at the chatting classmates in the front row.
He didn't speak, but looked like he wanted to.
Wen took a sip of water and put down the glass.
After hesitating for a moment, he tugged off Io's sleeve and said softly, "All my freshman roommates have transferred to other majors."
Io turned to look at him.
Wen Qing continued: "So I don't know the rest of the class very well."
After all, only the squad leader is a little familiar with it.
Io: "Huh?"
Wen Qing continued: "So they may not care who you are."
"Why are you in class with me?"
The implication is that these students will not come to ask about the relationship between the two of them.
Io has no place to show off.
Io raised his eyelids, and immediately realized Wen Qing's thoughts.
He laughed and said softly, "I'm just here to accompany you to class this time."
"It's not here to take an oath of sovereignty."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Io looked at him, and said casually: "You should be a girlfriend, because I'm afraid that you will be lonely in class alone."
"Understood?"
Wen Qing seemed to understand but didn't understand, thinking very puzzled, in fact, it is not lonely to go to class alone.
Learning such a thing that requires concentration is better when you are alone, right
He didn't speak, but Io could see what was going on in his heart.
Io lowered his eyes, caught a glimpse of the empty water glass on the table, picked it up, got up and said, "If you don't feel it, you can feel it now."
After speaking, he turned and left the classroom.
Wen Qing stared at his back for a while, then looked at Io's schoolbag on the table, thinking, is this to leave him alone in the classroom for a while? feel a person
Wen Qing blinked, withdrew his thoughts, lowered his head and continued to review.
He bit the penholder, his thoughts suddenly stopped, he couldn't see the question, only the laughter of his classmates could be heard.
The sound of conversation filled the surroundings, but it was still... quite noisy.
Thinking about it, Wen Qing glanced at the vacant seat beside him, and curled up his fingers.
He glanced at the time, ten minutes had passed.
He seemed to really miss Io a little bit.
But it's only ten minutes.
Wen Qing had long forgotten what Io said at the door of the classroom, "When I finish the class with you, you will think about it" to the back of her mind.
He self-reflects very clearly, is he a little clingy
Does that count as morbid
Wen Qing had never been in a relationship before, so she was not sure whether her situation was normal.
After hesitating for a moment, he picked up his mobile phone and clicked on Song Qiang, the only person he knew who had experience in love.
Wen Qing: [ are you there? I want to ask you something.]
Song Qiang: [Say!]
Wen Qing: [That is, after falling in love, do you always want to cling to your partner?]
Song Qiang: [Of course, during the period of passionate love, I wish I could be together 24 hours a day.]
Wen Qing was relieved a little, and continued to ask: [So it's normal to want two people to attend class together, right?]
Song Qiang: [Normal is normal.]
Song Qiang: [But there is one very important thing.]
Wen Qing: [ what?]
Song Qiang: [Is the person you are talking about Iou?]
Wen Qing paused with her fingertips, unexpectedly Song Qiang was quite sharp.
Suddenly, there was a glass of water in front of him.
Wen raised his eyes lightly, and Io was back.
He sat in the original position, lazily leaning against the back of the chair, his slender legs carelessly touching the ground, and his whole body was full of laziness.
But as soon as he sat down, Wen Qing felt something changed.
The laughter of the classmates was no longer noisy, and the substitute teachers on the podium seemed inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
Io asked casually, "How do you feel?"
He tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, his eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.
Wen Qing blinked, thought for a while, as if answering a teacher's question, and said seriously: "I'm not lonely."
"But I will miss you."
Io was slightly startled, his eyes moved.
This was even more satisfying than the answer he had imagined.
His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he lowered his voice: "Student Wen Qing."
Wen Qing looked at him suspiciously, and said, "I'm telling the truth."
"I know, I believe." Io leaned in front of him and said slowly, "Why are you so good at talking about love?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a while, thinking, is that considered a love story
He hesitated and said, "Maybe I'm gifted?"
Io raised the corners of his lips: "What should I do, your partner really wants to kiss you right now."
Wen Qing glanced at the classmates around him, then at the teacher, and patted Io's hand: "Then just bear with it."
Io: "..."
He held Wen Qing's hand behind his back, interlocking his fingers.
Wen Qing subconsciously withdrew her hand.
Io turned sideways, letting Wen gently hold his hand.
The two shook hands and put them under the table.
Eo nodded, and said seriously: "Well, this way others can't see it."
Wen Qing: "..."
After hesitating for a while, he didn't let go of his hand, and continued to be quietly held by Io.
It's like a junior high school student secretly falling in love with his classmates behind his back.
Heartbeat speeded up inexplicably.
Wen gently put down his pen, thinking to himself, let's take it to class.
Io took out a bottle of milk out of nowhere and pulled off the straw.
He lowered his head and bit the plastic packaging bag of the straw, tilted his head, tore off the bag, inserted the milk, and handed it to Wen Qing.
"Neng, you are going to reward you."
Wen Qing took it, and thanked habitually: "Thank you."
Io flexed his fingers, and inadvertently hooked his fingertips against his palm, feeling itchy for a while.
"Be realistic."
Wen lightly drank the milk, then turned to look at him.
Io tilted his head and looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to do something.
Wen Qing thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything other than holding hands that was out of the ordinary in the classroom.
He said slowly, "I'll give you the money."
Io: "..."
After a moment of silence, he said without changing his face, "I'm not short of money."
"Lack of love."
Wen Qing: "..."
He whispered, "The teacher is here."
Io glanced at the podium: "Do you want credit?"
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, feeling that something was wrong.
Why is it on credit all of a sudden
He was about to speak when Io's hoarse voice sounded next to his ears: "Take another look at Teacher."
Wen Qing looked up at the podium, the teacher was still there, turning on the computer.
"teacher-"
He turned his head to look at Io, and his voice stopped abruptly.
The corners of his lips softened.
The soft touch quickly brushed over the lips, and Wen Qing even felt the lips being sucked gently.
Soon, so fast that it was almost his illusion.
Wen Qing's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her eyes widened.
Io slowly raised his hand, and stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips, as if reminiscing.
He raised his eyelids and said with a half-smile, "Charge some interest first."