a delicate flower

The teaching buildings of AI Lang and Zhuang Lin are not far away. If the road is clear, it will only take five or six minutes by car. However, during the rush hour, Zhuang Lin got stuck at the intersection where the two teaching buildings converged for a while before arriving.

Zhuang Lin picked up Ai Lang and Xing Lu, and Xing Lu lay on the car window glass, looking closely at the passers-by who were a short distance away from the car window.

The car was wrapped in the middle of the crowd, front, back, left, and right, except for the sky and the ground, and was attacked from all directions.

Xing Lu turned her head and looked at the two silent people in front of her. As an outsider, she naturally saw it the most clearly. Although Zhuang Lin kept in close contact with Ai Lang with a small plan, the two met and ate together every day. But even if he made Ai Lang relax his vigilance, after all, he still lacked a chance to make Ai Lang nod voluntarily.

The three of them went to the dining hall to have dinner, Zhuang Lin sent Xing Lu back to the dormitory first, and only Zhuang Lin and Ai Lang were left in the car.Ever since the surveillance video was publicly broadcast in the classroom, Xing Lu never left Ai Lang every time he met Zhuang Lin. Now he was more or less awkward staying alone with Zhuang Lin.

The windows in the car were closed tightly, and Ai Lang felt suffocated for no reason. He pressed the window button and lowered the window glass on his side by a gap two fingers wide.

The cold wind outside the car window wrapped in the cold air, and suddenly rushed on his face. The momentary shock dispelled the suffocation in his heart and made him more awake.

"Isn't the senior cold?"

Zhuang Lin asked.

Ailang turned his head and looked out the car window, and responded with a perfunctory "hmm".

Zhuang Lin sniffed lightly, and said softly, a little embarrassed: "I'm a little cold."

"..."

After all, he clenched his fists to his lips and coughed twice in a low voice.

Ailang was silent, sat quietly for a while, and pressed the window button, but the window glass did not rise but fell, and most of the window glass was fully lowered. The cold wind outside the window rushed in as if he had been waiting for a long time, which greatly helped Ai Lang vent "I am cold." I will not kill you" malice.

Zhuang Lin sniffed again, and his nasal voice became heavier, "Senior, stop playing..."

Ellen replied, "ventilate."

He pressed the window button again, raising the glass to a distance of one finger width. He stopped his finger, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed down again, shrinking the remaining gap of one finger width to a thin window slit. .

As the temperature in the car warmed up, Zhuang Lin probably felt more comfortable. Taking advantage of the relaxed atmosphere caused by the opening and closing of the car windows, he talked to Ai Lang: "Senior, when do you start the exam?"

Ellen: "I don't know."

Zhuang Lin asked again: "Then when will you end the class?"

Ellen: "I don't know."

Ai Lang's indifference did not affect Zhuang Lin's enthusiasm for talking at all. He continued: "I will finish all my classes next Wednesday. From the 14th to the 18th, you should be earlier than our freshman."

Ai Lang finally ended the automatic reply mode, and replied: "Maybe."

When the car arrived at the apartment, Ai Lang unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, slammed the door, and shut Zhuang Lin's "good night" in the car with a more nasal and deep voice.

In the next few days, we entered the final review stage, and professional courses ended one after another. Ai Lang's temporary calmness and calmness in the face of Zhuang disappeared when he faced the piles of final exam papers from previous years.Students like Ai Lang and Xing Lu, who usually smile and laugh at the end of the semester, go to the study room more frequently after class.Aiming at their group of scumbags, the school has also spawned a business of paid remedial lessons for some nimble masters. These masters usually specialize in a few similar subjects, and add "remedial lessons" and their WeChat. Once they pass They will send you the main subjects for you to choose, and their business reputation is accumulated by the grateful and strong recommendations of the scumbags who flew past the passing line last year.

And the person who introduced this way to Ai Lang and Xing Lu was the previous head of the Ritual Model Department, and it can be considered that the spiritual inheritance of the department is in place.

Ai Lang and Xing Lu were tutored by a senior senior. Originally, it was a one-on-one tutoring, but Ai Lang and Xing Lu were tutoring the same homework, and they knew each other well, so it was like buying two minus three hundred, saving one person. 150.

Ailang hugged Buddha's feet temporarily and sincerely. During the period, Zhuang Lin delivered food and drinks, picked him up and down, and consciously stayed in the corner in the study room to review his professional courses. It can be said that he was on call and not clingy.

The senior who was helping with tutoring also took advantage of Xing Lu to go to the bathroom, and whispered to Ai Lang: "Is that junior of yours chasing your friend?"

Ellen: "My friend?"

Senior: "Xing Lu!"

"..."

Ai Lang denied it: "no, it's impossible."

The senior senior didn't believe it, "You can't even see this? You see, he drives you here every day, even if you ask your friend to talk to him, he will never refuse!"

The relationship between Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin has always been in a subtle one-sided semi-cold war state. One-sided refers to Ai Lang's side of course, and the semi-cold war state means that Ai Lang does not fully respond to Zhuang Lin's love Reasonable, very contradictory and awkward.

Therefore, Xing Lu became AI Lang's chief messenger expert to give instructions to Zhuang Lin.

The senior senior touched his chin, pouted pretendingly, and said, "I think your friend and him can do it."

Ailang held back his eyes and asked, "Where did you see it?"

The senior senior said firmly: "Don't take the initiative to approach him, and don't refuse his approach, isn't this just a play of women playing hard to get!"

roll.

Ailang didn't want to listen to him fooling around anymore, he put his hands on his forehead and looked at the next bet.

The recommendation from the former head of the Ministry of Rites and Models is really conscientious. In addition to his love of gossip, this senior senior student is worthy of recognition for his ability to give lectures. He spread out a few papers and drew a few circles. I will guarantee you that the teacher will give you a lot of questions this year. Which ones, cross out the questions that are not easy to get points in a short time, and focus on the points-giving questions-although the points-giving questions he said can activate Ailang's passive point-giving skills.

Ai Lang was stumped by the calculation problem, and poked his face with a pen, and the senior senior next to him also poked his elbow secretly.

Ellen raised his head: "?"

Senior: "That junior of yours was accosted."

Ellen: "..."

Senior: "That girl looks pretty good!"

Ellen: "..."

Senior: "God, why don't you stop it?"

Ellen: "..."

Ailang didn't expect that the senior, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was a serious gossip.Ailang didn't know where his mission came from, and felt that Zhuang Lin and Xing Lu could "succeed", so it was derived that Ailang, as Xing Lu's friend, wanted to help Xing Lu keep an eye on her future when Xing Lu was not present. man.

After being repeatedly reminded by the senior senior, it is difficult for Ai Lang not to notice Zhuang Lin - it can also be said that the senior gave Ai Lang an excuse to pay attention to Zhuang Lin in a disguised form.As soon as he raised his head, he saw the girl sitting in front of Zhuang Lin turned around and said something to Zhuang Lin with a smile. Then Zhuang Lin picked up a pen and wanted to hand it to her. At this moment, Zhuang Lin's His eyes met Ailang casually, he paused the hand he was about to hand out to the girl, then shrank it, and put the pen on the table again.

Seeing this scene, Ailang's self-conceived indifference actually had emotional fluctuations.No one doesn't like a handsome guy who obeys his advice, but when others are intoxicated by it, Ai Lang's first reaction is how long this man can pretend to be obedient to him.

The senior senior came to Ai Lang's side and said with emotion: "Look! That junior really has a problem with your friend! You just look at him and feel guilty."

Ellen: "..."

Ailang was so annoyed by the senior, he resisted the urge to grab his collar and refute "I'm the one he's chasing, so he has problems with me". Fortunately, Xing Lu returned to her seat and sat down. After a pause, he picked up the paper and said solemnly: "Then let's move on to the next question."

Ai Lang nodded in agreement, but subconsciously glanced at Zhuang Lin again. The girl borrowed a pen to no avail, but she was still talking to Zhuang Lin.He turned his eyes away and looked at the pen tip of the senior senior who was writing the question. When he looked up again, Zhuang Lin was writing with his head down, and the girl looked at Zhuang Lin with her head down and writing with affection in her eyes.

……

That night, Zhuang Lin drove Ailang back to the apartment. The twenty minutes of back and forth that day was the only time Zhuang Lin was able to be alone with Ailang.

Today is January 1th, which is also the 12th day of the verbal agreement between Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin.On the way back, it was Zhuang Lin who was still looking for a topic. He took the initiative to mention the girl who struck up a conversation in the afternoon, and confessed honestly: "When the girl saw me holding a pen in my left hand, she asked me if I was left-handed, and said she wanted to see me write with my left hand... ..."

Ellen looked out the window without making a sound.

It was about eight o'clock at night, the road the car was driving on was spacious and quiet, Ai Lang ignored Zhuang Lin as usual, and the road was terribly quiet.When he arrived at the gate of the apartment complex, Ai Lang had just unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car when he was suddenly pulled back by Zhuang Lin.

"Senior, wait a minute..."

Ai Lang frowned slightly, turned his head, and saw Zhuang Lin stretching out his hand to take a piece of paper folded in half from the back seat of the car for him.

Ai Lang didn't take it, Zhuang Lin said: "I don't know how to write with my left hand anymore. I practiced this afternoon."

Ai Lang raised his eyes and glanced at him, lowered his eyelids, impatiently took the paper from Zhuang Lin's hand, broke away from his hand and got out of the car.

Ailang was tough in front of Zhuang Lin, but as soon as he walked into the elevator, he opened the A5 paper, and the word "Lang" filled the blank area of ​​the paper.

Ai Lang stared at the paper for a long time, until the elevator "ding" reminded him that he had reached the floor where he lived.

Ellen grabbed the A5 in his hand and wrinkled it.

How could he be moved by using this little trick to coax little girls.

Ai Lang opened the door and entered the apartment, threw the paper on the sofa, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After he took a shower, calmed himself down, and returned to the living room, he picked up the paper again and twisted the footer of the paper.

Pressing the corner of the paper with his fingertips, he rubbed it to smooth the wrinkled footer.