Why hasn't he confessed

All the students in Class [-], Grade [-] went to the cafeteria, and Xie Wenxing was the only one in the classroom at this time.

When the school was building the teaching building, it was specially designed to maximize the lighting, so that the entire classroom is very bright from morning to night.

Xie Wenxing was already very fair, but the white light reflected in the classroom cast a layer of crystal light on him, making his skin more translucent.

He was very good-looking, and there was a titter at the corner of his mouth at this time, and his eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.The soft flesh on the cheek is as soft as cotton candy, making one want to rub it hard.

Xie Wenxing was apprehensive and uneasy. After he was satisfied, he immediately looked around alertly, worried about being seen.

In the end, he was afraid of something, and there was a person standing at the back door of the classroom. It was Xu Huai'an. I don't know how long he stood there or how long he looked at it.

It was as small as a pen, and it didn't move much in the pocket, so there was almost no possibility of it being seen by him.

And Xu Huai'an didn't say anything, he just glanced at him lightly.

But Xie Wenxing had a guilty conscience, always felt that Xu Huaian was looking at his trouser pocket, and Xie Wenxing's face turned more than half red in an instant.

Xu Huai'an looked indifferent, as if he had nothing to worry about.

He didn't speak, just glanced down for a moment.

Xie Wenxing's nerves were tense to the extreme, and the speed of thinking in his brain was many times faster than usual.

what is he looking atfloor?or pocket?

Xie Wenxing was like a frightened rabbit, his already big eyes stared even more roundly. He pre-empted and asked loudly: "What are you looking at? What's so interesting?!!"

After finishing speaking, Xie Wenxing passed Xu Huai'an with a sprint speed of [-] meters, and left quickly with all his strength.

Xu Huaian watched him bouncing down the stairs, his phone vibrating.

It's Zhou Yuan.

【Why are you so slow to get something? I've already prepared all the meals for you】

Xu Huaian: 【It's nothing, I just saw a funny rabbit and played with it for a while. 】

Zhou Yuan: [Fuck, where did the rabbit come from? No, you must call me next time. I haven't brushed my hair for a long time and my hands are itchy. 】

Zhou Yuan: [Hurry up and come to the cafeteria, the food is getting cold. 】

Xie Wenxing rushed into the cafeteria like a headless chicken.

Song Xian raised her arms and waved, "Xingxing, here."

After Xie Wenxing left for 10 minutes, Song Xian had prepared meals for him according to his taste.

Looking at the sweet and sour lychee meat he likes in front of him, Xie Wenxing recalled what happened just now, and felt a trace of regret belatedly.

It's over, Xu Huaian must think I'm sick and hate me! QQ

How can anyone yell at others for no reason!

Xie Wenxing thinks differently.

If it was me being yelled at for not doing anything, I would definitely think that person was sick.

It's really a death before the master!How can I be friends with Xu Huai'an like this! !

"What's the matter? Isn't the food delicious?"

Song Yuan was so nervous that he didn't notice his friend's thoughts at all.

Seeing him smashing the tofu with chopsticks, I feel distressed and start cooking.

Xie Wenxing smiled dryly, and poured the tofu onto the rice with a spoon, "No, it tastes pretty good."

Yancheng No. [-] Middle School is a private high school with aristocrats. In addition to its strong teachers, it also spends a lot of effort in life so that students can devote themselves to their studies.

The cafeteria is one of them. They invite chefs who are good at cuisines from all over the world. They are specially dug out from big hotels, so the taste is naturally not bad.

Xie Wenxing was eating his meal one bite at a time, when he suddenly heard Song Xian look behind him and exclaimed, "Ah!"

Xie Wenxing was instinctively puzzled, and just wanted to turn his head.

Song Xian looked serious and pressed his shoulder: "Xing Xing, don't look back."

Xie Wenxing was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Huai is here!"

Xie Wenxing heard the shout first, and then saw Zhou Yuan standing up and waving his arms not far diagonally ahead.

Xie Wenxing couldn't even hold his chopsticks steady for a moment, a figure walked past him, and the wind brought by him seemed to engulf the feeling of the first winter snow falling on the tip of his nose in winter.

Obviously there was no touch at all, but Xie Wenxing seemed to feel something, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the chopsticks rolled down to his feet.

He stared blankly at Xu Huai'an's back, unable to move his gaze away.

The tall and straight figure and the smooth and beautiful arm muscles that are exposed outside the sleeves are more beautiful than the comic protagonist Xie Wenxing hides under the covers in the middle of the night.

For a moment, Song Xian felt that the stars at this time were like dogs seeing fleshy bones.

"What are you looking at? Your saliva is about to come out."

He turned his head puzzled.

When Xie Wenxing got nervous, he stretched out his hand and greeted Song Xian directly.

Snapped!

Very loud!

Song Xian was dumbfounded, "Why did you hit me?"

Xie Wenxing felt that his mind was spinning so fast before, "I seemed to see a bug just now."

Song Xian was dubious, "Really, show me."

Xie Wenxing: "...I read it wrong."

Song Xian was silent for a moment, humming and chirping, feeling uneasy about eating.

It wasn't until Xie Wenxing asked him to read the limited-edition comics that he had been wanting to read before, that Song Xian showed a satisfied smile and took a big mouthful of food.

And Xie Wenxing picked up the chopsticks and put them aside, and ate with a spoon. He put one hand in his pocket, touched the pencil, and felt that the palm of his hand became hot.

Xie Wenxing felt that Xu Huai'an had seen him making embarrassments several times, and Xu Huai'an must have hated him.

So even though Xie Wenxing has a good impression of Xu Huaian and wants to be friends with him.Just like Zhou Yuan, talking and laughing with him, we can hook shoulders together unscrupulously.

Just like him and Song Xian, they became very good friends.

However, after the exercises between classes and shouting at Xu Huai'an in the classroom, Xie Wenxing didn't dare to approach him for the time being, only dared to pay attention secretly.

When the pen was accidentally dropped on the ground during class, Xie Wenxing would secretly look at his long legs curled up under the table when he picked it up.

I also know that Xu Huai'an most often wears sneakers of various famous brands.

At this time, whenever Xu Huai'an moved his legs, Xie Wenxing would get up immediately in fright, and accidentally bumped into the table several times.

This has almost formed a conditioned reflex, causing Xie Wenxing and Song Yu to walk together, and when they see Xu Huaian making a move, they can't help but jump up, as if they are ready to escape at all times.

Even Song Xian couldn't help but said, "Are you afraid of Xu Huai'an?"

Xie Wenxing was having a headache with a math problem at this time, and when he heard this, he felt dark in his heart.

He was not afraid of Xu Huai'an, he was afraid that Xu Huai'an would hate him.

Hey, worry.

Xie Wenxing felt that when he saw Xu Huai'an, he felt the same way that a girl would like to get close to a girl who looked like a Barbie doll.

If you can't be friends with Xu Huaian.

Every time Xie Wenxing thinks of this possibility, he always feels a great regret.