Liu Haoran

"Uh uh, then I'll wash my face first, so I'm sober." After Xia Weiliang finished speaking, she went to the bathroom in a fluttering manner.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Mi Bohe looked at Xia Weiliang's shaky posture, and hurriedly said.

"No, I can do it."

Liu Haoran had been paying attention to Xia Weiliang all the time, seeing that she couldn't stand up, he was really worried, so he got up and followed all the way, Xia Weiliang didn't notice it in a daze.

After burying her face in cold water, which is actually equivalent to lukewarm water, Xia Weiliang regained consciousness, looked in the mirror, her hair was loose, and her bangs on her forehead were all wet, she touched her pocket, it was over , no paper, in a dilemma, did not come up with any solution, so I had to go back to the classroom.

With her bangs dripping with water, Xia Weiliang went out of the toilet like a virgin, and saw Liu Haoran standing next door, and wanted to sneak away, but Liu Haoran kept staring at the girls' toilet door, and saw Xia Weiliang coming out, Immediately greeted with a smile.

"coincidence."

Xia Weiliang didn't doubt that he was there, thought it was a coincidence, and wanted to continue chatting, but the dripping bangs on her forehead reminded her, so she looked at Liu Haoran: "Haoran, do you have any paper?"

"Yes, yes, I'll look for it." Hearing this, Liu Haoran quickly rummaged through his pockets and took out a pack of toilet paper. Xia Weiliang took it, wiped his bangs, and went back to the classroom with him. Before entering the classroom, he finally Dry, of course, there are reasons for the weather.

"Thank you." Before entering the classroom, Xia Weiliang said to Liu Haoran.

"Here, these are the notes I took today. Seeing that you fell asleep in class, you can see if there is anything you don't understand and ask me tomorrow." Xia Weiliang, who was about to go back to the dormitory after evening self-study, received today's gift, from Liu Haoran's notebook.

After returning to the dormitory and taking a shower, Xia Weiliang sat at the desk, flipping through the neatly written notes. Sometimes it was like this, and he was ecstatic about everything about the person he liked, even if it was a lifeless book. The notes also seem to be breathing, which is fascinating.