Mini Romantic Daily

After Song Yishen came back, the gossip and rumors about the confession did not overflow as imagined, but disappeared in the strange but not deliberate silence.

Building B 314 agrees on this - the big melon reaches the sky, and the weirdness is boundless.

Who would dare to go up and ask this kind of thing to seek bad luck for the school belle with a cold face all day long?The other one seemed to be smiling and easy to talk to, but a group of idiots on the basketball team held him back and asked if he was with the school girl. He was like a fish on a chopping board, but a backhanded basketball hit him, who is it? It doesn't matter who the fish is with the knife.

Looking at the situation, I guess the two of them are not together, it's just gossip, what people want is not a result, what they want to hear is the process, and what is interesting is not just the in-between?

The shocking big melon in the ordinary campus is just covering his ass, some people are happy and some are worried.

I'm happy that the male god is not with Mo Ling, but I'm worried that he even rejected the school belle, can he have a crush on me?

After another few days of no interaction, I realized that this was not going to work.

Today Sunday, after finishing a lot of homework this week, I sat in the library and started to daze unscrupulously.

What is Song Yishen doing now...

After English class on Thursday, although I picked up my phone countless times and wanted to send a message, I always stopped suddenly at the moment I clicked on the input box, realized that I had nothing to say, and then sent the phone dumbly.

In general, it is equivalent to no audio at all.

Wanting to ask Gao Li for some love advice, he thought seriously for a while, and said a few words: "Marriage is... it's silk, two people have to be entangled, entangled together." Marriage is the only way..." He tilted his head old-fashionedly, "Understood?"

Although he uttered these seemingly educated words with the thinking of a man of science and technology, but the words are not rough, and it is rare for me to understand them.

When chasing people, there must be an intersection first.The first step is wrapping.

Although the principle is understood, whether it can be practiced is another matter.

When I wanted to send a message, I wondered if he was busy, whether he thought I was boring, and thought I was inexplicable; I was more worried about forcing an awkward chat if there was no topic, and fearing that he would not reply to the message.

In fact, I've never been one to pester people.

Love begins with impulse and ends with action.I stood up abruptly and decided to do something, but I didn't notice the loud sound of the stool sliding suddenly. The classmate who was disturbed by the self-study at the side glanced at me impatiently, and I sat back guiltily.

Hey, isn't the man downstairs holding the drawing board passing by a male god...

I jumped up from the stool again and again, packed up my things twice and rushed downstairs regardless, and threw the passer-by next to me with angry eyes and eyes without looking back.

"Male god, male god!" I yelled at him, hurried up to catch him, and said happily, panting, "Are you coming to the library too?"

"Probably." He raised the drawing board under his arm and said with a smile, "There are a lot of flowers planted around the library, I'm here to sketch."

The smile on his handsome face was so bright that it made me feel like the weather was suddenly bright.The surrounding area is full of white hosta, and the large green leaves are full of slender and white flowers, which are elegant and gorgeous.

The hosta flower in the north is bigger than that in the south, and it is a kind of flower that I rarely recognize.

I asked curiously: "Did you draw the hosta flower? Can you let me see it?"

There seemed to be a little light in his eyes, and he handed the painting to me with a smile.I took it, looked down, and realized it wasn't a hosta, or even a plant of any kind, but...a mouse?

It's still a cute cartoon mouse, which seems to be leaning against the corner of the table in a daze.

"Ah?" I subconsciously said, "Isn't it a flower? Isn't it a sketch?"

He blinked at me mysteriously, but his dark pupils were shining brightly with an indescribable charm.

"Didn't I go to interview an illustrator, so I will draw more illustrations in the future." He took the topic away, but I didn't notice it, and then he asked me, "Is this good-looking?"

Like a little mouse eating lamp oil, it is very happy to steal a little bit. Its tail is wrapped around itself like a scarf, and it leans lazily on the corner of the table, with a very cute expression.

I nodded appreciatively.

Then I heard the male god say very naturally and smoothly: "Then give it to you."

Before I could react, he had already taken off the drawing paper from the drawing board and handed the drawing to me, and I reached out to catch it in a daze.When I was still confused about the situation, the male god calmly patted my head, turned and left.

ah?Just give it to me?

I stared blankly at the painting in my hand, at a loss, and always felt that something was overlooked by me.

...Forget it, never mind.

After returning to the dormitory and pasting up the pictures, the three of them who were busy making up their homework really quickly started eighth.Qin Song was the first to speak: "Hey, who drew this mouse? It's so cute!"

Old Liu didn't raise his head and said: "Song Yishen must have drawn it! If anyone in our dormitory has this level, they can't go to heaven?"

Gao Li raised his head and glanced at the words, echoing, "Tsk tsk, did your male god give you a painting?"

I didn't tell them about the interview, and they didn't know that Song Yishen usually likes to draw illustrations. I didn't bother to pay attention to their teasing, and showed off: "Hmph~ I just met him drawing downstairs in the library, and then he sent me off ~"

"Hey, yo! Listen to the ending!" Old Liu suddenly got excited, and said in surprise, "Huahua! Oh, that's not right...Comrade Mimi, why are you a mouse?"

Although his words were sarcasm, they reminded me unexpectedly.

Sketching... I sketched downstairs in the library but drew a cartoon mouse, plus the painting confession I said before...

! !

This is not, this is not! !

My breathing gradually became uneven, and my face began to feel hot.Qin Song noticed my sudden abnormality and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

When Lao Liu heard it, he immediately found out that it was tricky, and almost immediately rushed over and asked me, "Say! What did you think of!"

"This, this..." I hesitated, and my face was flushed with uncertainty, "It seems, it seems..."

"What?" Gao Li also began to look nervous.

I shook my head, not sure: "He said before that if he confessed to someone, he would send a painting..." Although this kind of words sound shameful and narcissistic, they are indeed very reasonable Lenovo... Sure enough, after listening to these three guys, they all have complicated faces.

Lao Liu looked like he had eaten a fly, and said to me after consideration: "Although the ideal is very beautiful, but years of experience tell me that there should not be many people who express their love with this kind of painting."

Well, I know I'm dreaming too.

Facts have proved that Cupid is ready to shoot all arrows for you, so don't be too happy, people may just be practicing biceps.

But what I didn't know was that the male god who originally planned to draw flowers and plants around the library did not move his pen on that sunny afternoon, because he saw me studying by myself through the glass window of the library.

He kept laughing and watching for half an hour, feeling that he couldn't draw any more today. When he packed up his things and was about to leave, he was stopped by me who caught up.And the painting that was given to me was a mouse that I had painted a long time ago.

— a cute, drunk dumb mouse.