What can be called a "childhood sweetheart"?

Probably the moment Zhuang Wenche stepped into the classroom, Lu Qinglin noticed something was wrong with him.

"What's going on?"

He put one hand on Zhuang Wenche's table and turned half sideways to look at Zhuang Wenche's expression that he didn't know how to describe.

"Get out of here," Zhuang Wenche pushed away Lu Qinglin's half arm on the table, "What can happen to me?"

Lu Qinglin turned to look at He Si, who just shrugged his shoulders, reluctantly pulled out the stool and sat down.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to turn around and go back to sit obediently.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that He Yang, who had arrived late, wandered into the classroom, a little confused about the scope of the weirdness.

He Xi took out the letter and read it. Zhuang Wenche beside him suppressed his desire to peek countless times and "concentrated" on his exercises.

"call."

Ten minutes later, He seemed to take a deep breath, slowly folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope.

"What did you write?"

"Aren't you not interested?"

"You love to talk but don't talk!"

Looking at his book, he patted it, turned around, and put his arms in the middle of the table, successfully separating him from He Si.

He glanced at the watch behind him, watching the seconds tick by, waiting for He Xiang to call him.

30 seconds…

One minute...

Two minutes...

…

He sat up straight.

"You're not sitting as you were just now?"

"I don't feel comfortable doing homework like that, okay?"

"Just like you thought, it's a love letter."

"Ah? Oh, that's right, it's not like I haven't confiscated it before."

"That's right. It seems I'm not surprised."

"Who?"

"Don't you care?"

"I'm just curious, I'm not going to throw it away."

He Shi smiled, looked around, took a piece of paper and wrote the word "Wei Bai" on it, and handed it to Zhuang Wenche.

"Not interested!"

"Sure?"

Zhuang Wenche took the paper, looked at it, and handed it back.

"I've never heard of him, but I can tell at a glance that he's not that good looking. I know all the handsome ones."

"Come on, the only thing you're interested in is good-looking young ladies, okay?"

"What? I've been very good since my sophomore year of high school."

"I'll tell you quietly, don't tell others, it's not good."

"I know, I know."

Although Zhuang Wenche didn't say anything else, he kept the name in his heart.

Things seemed far from that simple. After the last self-study class, Zhuang Wenche came out of the office with his geography homework, and a bunch of people blocked the door.

He roared and opened a way for himself.

But the bustling crowd made him hear the word "Wei Bai".

Looking around, Wei Bai is tall and standing at the door of the classroom. As his name suggests, he is indeed white.

"It's just like that, nothing good to look at. It's superficial."

He squeezed into the classroom impatiently and threw the book on the table.

He seemed to be still listening to music with headphones on, not knowing what was going on.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing. Your Prince Charming is waiting at the door to take you home?"

"What are you talking about?" He seemed angry and laughed, "When did you become my Prince Charming? Why is he here?"

"Then how do I know? It has nothing to do with me."

"Oh yes, it has nothing to do with you."

"After all, we are at the same table. Sure enough, women, women."

This anger had nowhere to vent, so he had to be taken back to the dormitory.

Fortunately, the innocent Kumamon on the bed became the trash can for venting his emotions.

"Are you scary when you sit on the bed?"

When Ke Chuan opened the door, he thought no one was there, but he was knocked half to death by a pair of feet that suddenly appeared.

"I can't sit on my bed yet, and I'm not sitting on your bed!"

"Are you taking some medicine? Sure enough, you haven't lost enough hair. I should really take you to do physics questions."

Zhuang Wenche suddenly thought of something, sat up straight, got down from the bed, pulled up a stool and sat next to Ke Chuan.

"Why did I forget that you also learned about it?"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know a man named Wei Bai?"

"That's not a boy from Class 8. He's really good at physics and chemistry, but he's just worse at Chinese and English."

"What do you think he looks like?"

"Huh?" Ke Chuan was confused by Zhuang Wenche's nonsensical question. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him would actually ask him this question. Didn't he always think that he was the most handsome person in the third middle school?

One of the kind.

"Well, um, just tell me what you think it looks like."

"He's quite handsome. There are a lot of girls who like him. Maybe girls prefer his looks."

"What about me?"

"Huh? Why are you acting weird today? Does the girl you like like him?"

"What the hell? Is high school for studying hard or for you to fall in love?"

"I didn't say anything, why are you so guilty?" Ke Chu'an finally came to his senses and looked at him with a half-smile, just like he was looking at the gossip itself.

"If you want to say it, just say it. If you don't say it, I will push you down."

Zhuang Wenche stood up and wanted to leave, but was pulled back by Ke Chu'an.

"Tell me, don't you always think that you are the most handsome among the three, why do you still feel unconfident sometimes?"

"It's ridiculous, not confident? How is that possible?"

"Then what's your situation?"

"It's okay. I'll really look good when I grow up, right?"

"You two grown men, you are telling me this, can you change the subject?"

He didn't wait for Zhuang Wenche's next topic, but waited until Zhuang Wenche pulled back his stool and sat in front of his desk, and began to admire his face in the mirror.

"..." Ke Chuan really wanted to put his rolled eyes on Zhuang Wenche's forehead, "You'd better get the water, otherwise it will stop for a while."

"I know, I know."

Having said that, he was still struggling with this matter until he finished his homework in the evening.

What can be called a "childhood sweetheart"?

That was probably Zhuang Wenche's absent-mindedness during his late self-study, which was instantly detected by Lu Qinglin.

Lu Qinglin casually took the book and turned it around, as if he was preparing to ask questions, but he was talking about other gossip.

"Do you like He Si?"

"I like loneliness. If I ask, I will ask. If I don't ask, I will turn away."

"Oh, don't be so grumpy. I came up to study in the evening and saw Ke Chu'an. He told me that something was very wrong with you today, so you took the mirror and made a fool of yourself in the dormitory."

"Just keep working with Ke Chu'an every day. I'll kill him when I get back tonight."

"There's definitely something wrong."

"Turn around."
Chapter completed!