The seven years between me and Zha Gong

The second monthly exam is coming soon. In the exam room, everyone is nervously answering the questions. The fat man wearing glasses wipes his sweat with a paper. The usually noisy classroom is very quiet. You can only hear the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper, "scrubbing" the sound of.

Lan Weiyu raised his head and saw Fang Qiyan's back. He propped his head on his hands and wrote on the paper. His wrists are thin and handsome, and the back of his neck is beautifully curved. He is really a good-looking person...

Lan Weiyu raised the corners of her lips, she couldn't help being mesmerized by it, she held the pen in her hand, and slowly traced Fang Qiyan's outline on the paper, the paper was hot from the sun, Lan Weiyu looked at him, the brush was moving, the bell rang The sound sounded, the exam was over, the classroom was full of wailing, Lan Weiyu came back to his senses, and found that he still had a big problem to solve, and on the draft paper, there was a drawing of Fang Qiyan's back.

Lan Weiyu blushed, hurriedly put the draft paper into her pocket, got up and walked out of the classroom.

After staying in the classroom for almost two hours, Lan Weiyu felt a little lack of oxygen. He walked to the end of the corridor, where the wind was blowing, and Fang Qiyan's pleasant voice sounded behind him: "Teacher."

Lan Weiyu turned his head and saw Fang Qiyan, he began to lament that people are really different, he was dizzy and blushed after doing the questions in the classroom for two hours, but Fang Qiyan's hair was neat and he still looked so good-looking .