Every time the whole class rehearses, Su Rou and Luo Yichen are not on the same frequency. That's because they were holding their breath in their hearts and deliberately wanted to confront each other.
Luo Yichen sang fast, Su Rourou deliberately slowed down the tempo; Luo Yichen sang slowly, Su Rourou deliberately sped up the tempo.
The most immediate result of their anger was that the whole class had to practice with them—over and over again.
In the end, even the teacher couldn't stand it anymore: "I heard that you are neighbors, right? After you go back, you have practiced the tacit understanding and rhythm in private, come again!"
"Yes." Like a well-behaved little rabbit, Su Rourou nodded in agreement, but she had already cursed Luo Yichen countless times in her heart.
Who wants to practice with him! I hate him when I see him, and I don't want to say a word to him!
On the surface, Luo Yichen also looked very polite, nodding to the teacher, but in fact he was thinking of something else.
How long had he not spoken to her? No more, no less, exactly half a year, he calculated very clearly every day.
At the beginning, it was just that his husband ignored her because of her anger, but later on he didn't know what was wrong with him, and he even started to talk to her.
He felt that he was really worthless, but when there was no one around, he would always unconsciously think about how to talk to her, and what to say so as not to get her blank eyes.
Every time he rehearsed it countless times in his heart, but every time he saw her and saw her indifferent to him, he couldn't speak again.
Although on the surface he is very cold, but his desire to talk to her is getting stronger and stronger!
...
In the evening, when Luo Yichen returned home, he paced back and forth in the living room after eating, looking at his phone from time to time. Will she come to him tonight
An obedient student like Su Rourou should not dare to disobey the teacher's arrangement.
A few servants who were more courageous spoke up.
"Master, can you not go away? It's making me dizzy."
"Master, can you stop sighing?"
"Ahem, whoever told you to stand here, get out!" Luo Yichen couldn't help becoming angry when he saw that his careless things were exposed.
"Yes, Master." The servants left one by one, and one of them turned around and said to Luo Yichen, "Master, are you waiting for Rou Rou to come over to play? Why didn't you take the initiative to send a text message?"
"Who told you that! You are troublesome!" Luo Yichen stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket, and gave him a cold look, "Hurry up and get out!"
After the group of servants had left, he unconsciously took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket and stared at the contact column on the screen in a daze.
After a long time, he finally mustered up the courage and sent a text message to Su Rourou. Of course, he said to himself in his heart, he didn't talk to her, and sending text messages didn't count as talking!
Luo Yichen: [rehearsal tonight, what time will you come over]
The style of text messages is like his usual kind of cherishing words like gold. But only he himself knows how long it took him to type these words and press the send button.
But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't get Su Rourou's reply.
Just when he suspected that his mobile phone was broken and was about to kill her directly, the mobile phone rang suddenly.
Luo Yichen immediately picked up the phone in ecstasy...
Su Rourou: [Why do you want me to go there.]