Chapter 7 The God of Learning is cold and milky 6
This aura seems like... I've encountered it before.
But Qingwu's memory has always been very good. She remembers everything that happened since she transformed. She is very sure that she has never seen such a stunning person.
She tilted her head thoughtfully, "Classmate, have we met before?"
The young man's fingers while turning the book paused, his brows furrowed slightly, "No."
Qing Wu realized that asking him like this was like trying to strike up a conversation.
"Sorry."
Yun Fei looked up at her and thought she was a little strange.
There was an extra person in the pavilion, which he was a little uncomfortable with, but this was a public place and he had no reason to chase her away.
His thoughts just passed by in a flash. He was always focused on what he was doing, and he quickly immersed himself in the book again.
Qingwu watched him quietly.
The young man has a delicate and picturesque profile. He is wearing the simple blue and white uniform of the school, but he looks like an elegant aristocrat, and his lean figure looks like a natural clothes rack. His fingers holding the book were slender and slender, with well-defined joints.
The wind blew the broken hair on the young man's forehead, and the broken shadows swayed in the young man's eyes, shining brightly. The slightly pursed thin lips showed the young man's coldness and alienation.
Judging from his words and actions when he rejected school beauty Li just now, he must be a person with an indifferent personality.
Qingwu has never conquered anyone before, maybe she hasn't been with mortal people for a long time, and she doesn't know exactly what to do to conquer a person.
After thinking about it, she decided that the first step was to show her face in front of him more and increase her sense of presence.
So Qingwu sat there, staring at the beautiful boy in front of him.
But as he watched, Qingwu began to fall into a daze habitually.
In the past ten thousand years, apart from practicing and sleeping, being in a daze was a good way for her to kill time.
Yun Fei's eyelashes trembled slightly when he noticed that the girl had been staring at him.
Different from the nymphomaniacal gaze of other girls, he could feel that the way she looked at him was very calm and indifferent, but even so, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
Pursing his thin lips, he looked up at the girl who was staring at him in a daze.
"Classmate, do you have anything else to do?"
The young man's voice was cold. Qing Wu came back to his senses, "It's okay, I just think the environment here is very good, and I want to stay here to relax. Did it bother you?"
Yun Fei was silent, his eyelashes lowered, "...No."
"That's good."
After she answered softly, she leaned sideways on the railing of the pavilion and looked elsewhere.
Yun Fei was inexplicably relieved.
After staying in the pavilion for an hour, and seeing that it was time for the afternoon class, Qing Wu quietly got up and left.
Yun Fei looked at her leaving figure with a heavy gaze.
His fingers caressed the edges of the pages unconsciously.
After sitting for a few more seconds, he packed up his things, walked out of the pavilion, and walked towards the classroom.
Although they are in different classes, their senior year teaching building is in the same building.
Qingwu could hear the unhurried footsteps of the young man walking behind him.
She already knew from Bodhi that Yunfei would be in the small pavilion at noon every day during school.
So, no rush.
6pm.
Qingwu, who returned to Lin's house after school, saw Lin Size sitting on the sofa as soon as he walked in, and his worried father and mother Lin.
Apparently, they were waiting for her.
Sure enough, when she saw her coming back, Mother Lin immediately stood up from the sofa and looked at her with concern, "Qingwu, you are back..."
This kind of concern had not been experienced by the original owner for a long time during his lifetime.
"Is something wrong?" Qing Wu, who was changing shoes at the entrance, tilted his head and could vaguely guess what they were going to say.
(End of chapter)