On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

However, in the next few days, Song Yu thoroughly experienced what it means to die if you don't die.

Ever since Song Yu complained about Yan Baijing's voice like a pornographic male anchor that night, Yan Baijing would hum a few words to the music from time to time when he was practicing dance moves. If he was doing it on purpose, it seemed that he was singing along to the music naturally.

If he didn't do it on purpose, whenever Song Yu frowned and looked over, Yan Baijing would smile with his mouth crooked, his eyes full of provocation.

Especially under Yan Baijing's gaze, he felt that something was wrong even when he was dancing, and he couldn't ignore the straight line of sight that wanted to see through him.

This leads to him being downright hilariously cute.

Seeing that he was so uncomfortable, Yan Baijing secretly smiled, then stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a key, "You don't think it's too small to practice dancing in the dormitory, here is the key to the activity room , I asked the instructor what I wanted, let’s go to the activity room to practice.”

Song Yu took the key, and looked at Yan Baijing angrily, "Damn it! You just watched me twist my waist and twist my buttocks, laughed obscenely for a long time, and you only gave me the key now!"

Yan Baijing couldn't help laughing, and then put on a serious look, "It's not bad, it's sexier than the girls, you can definitely win, trust me."

Song Yu was ashamed to be described as sexy by Yan Baijing.

"...Damn it, this is not what I want to dance, I have to teach them to dance a little jazz!"

But after saying this, seeing Yan Baijing's half-smile, Song Yu immediately lost all thought of explaining, packed up his notebook and mobile phone charging cable, took the key from Yan Baijing's hand, and ran to the activity room .

The best thing about this school is that there is a room of about 40 square meters on each floor of the dormitory building. There are several desks in the room, which can be used for students who want to study after the power is cut off. There are also several network cable plugs in the activity room. Kong, the most important thing is that there will be no power outage at night.

But in such a good place, the key is only available to the guide, and it is not usually borrowed, just to prevent students from playing games all night in the activity room.

Yan Baijing didn't intend to disturb Song Yu's serious work. He turned around and took out the DSLR given to him by the head of the Internet Information Department. He quietly followed behind and opened the door a little. From this angle, he could just see Song Yu's dancing back.

Song Yu's every movement is crisp and neat, even though these are girls' movements, but there is no trace of deliberate enchantment on Song Yu's body, only clean domineering.

There is a hint of charm in this overbearing.

Yan Baijing was a little dazed looking at it, and even forgot to take a picture.

The movement design is not complicated. On the basis of the fixed movements of cheerleading, hip-hop elements are added to make the whole dance look simple and entertaining.

Yan Baijing was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had a SLR camera in his hand. His task was to come and take pictures of everyone practicing as a video clip. Unexpectedly, he was caught by his solo dance and stared blankly.

Yan Baijing shook his head helplessly and smiled, adjusted the focus. The moment his finger pressed the shutter, Song Yu's dance steps happened to turn around, and the picture was frozen at Song Yu just turned around, with a provocative and evil smile on the corner of his mouth. A smile is like a king's dominance over the world.

Yan Baijing only knew what a real aura is from Song Yu.

Yan Baijing originally thought that Song Yu would jump his feet angrily because of his unauthorized sneak shot, or restrain his movements for a moment, but Song Yu didn't, Song Yu just smiled more wickedly at the camera.

At that moment, Yan Baijing suppressed the trembling that spread from the depths of his heart to his whole body, and pressed the shutter button again by accident.

After missing a beat, the heart beats quickly, much faster than usual.

After Song Yu finished this freeze-frame action, he changed from that domineering king back to a smirking idiot in an instant.

"Yida, how's it going, have you been electrocuted?"

Yan Baijing smiled without changing his face, and wanted to answer yes, but swallowed the words again. "Stop messing around, you're a man."

Yan Baijing's lazy eyes suddenly looked up and down Song Yu at this moment, and there was no smile on his face that usually hung on his lips. When he looked at people carefully, he seemed lazy, but if he stared at something carefully, those eyes seemed to be able to swallow people in, as deep as the night.

But it was only a few seconds, and Yan Baijing's gaze became as lazy as usual.

Only when the faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again did Song Yu feel relieved.

"The filming is done, you can continue to practice."

Yan Baijing turned around and was about to leave, Song Yu grabbed his arm, Yan Baijing turned his head, Song Yu smiled at him, "Come over and watch me practice, you have nothing to do anyway, I'm bored here alone. "

Yan Baijing glanced at him lazily, "I don't know who came here to practice alone just now because I felt so uncomfortable being stared at by me..."

It was only then that Song Yu remembered Yan Baijing's half-smile expression, not to mention, he was really afraid of Yan Baijing's erotic male anchor voice.

Song Yu suddenly let go of Yan Baijing's arm in extreme disgust, "Oh, you'd better go."

Yan Baijing smiled with his mouth crooked, "Well, then practice hard, the rehearsal will start tomorrow night."

Song Yu watched Yan Baijing leave, and looked at Yan Baijing's back thoughtfully.

That face seemed to never change, no matter what happened, there was no expression other than a smile on his face.

The clouds are calm and the wind is light, nothing is in a hurry, and it seems that everything is sure of victory.

I don't know if the smiling face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years will change a little when facing the person I like.

What kind of girl would Yan Baijing like?

A rather artistic picture popped up in Song Yu's mind. A tall boy and a girl about 1.7 meters tall were walking side by side. The girl was wearing a white dress and had beautiful black long straight hair.

The backs of the two talking and laughing were walking on a road with two rows of sycamore trees in the campus.

Song Yu couldn't stop nodding while thinking about it, tsk, the male god is indeed the best match for the goddess type, no matter how you look at it, it's very harmonious!

After thinking about it, Song Yu closed the door and plunged back into the dance.

Yan Baijing took the DSLR and went directly to the library without going back to the dormitory.

He randomly picked up a book and sat in a remote corner.

Rarely wear headphones.

Yan Baijing leaned back and opened the SLR.

As the finger moved the button, one could clearly see the magnified evil smiling face.

The corners of the eyes are hooked up, and even the blurred eyes that don't need to intentionally make a discharge are enough to leak electricity.

The moment I saw this photo, the feeling of my heart skipping a beat reappeared. Although the feeling was not as strong as before, it was indeed there.

Yan Baijing looked out the window thoughtfully.

The breath of autumn has permeated the entire campus. Some withered and yellow leaves are flying in the air, some are crumbling on the branches, and some are stepped on the ground by passing pedestrians.

Maple leaves stained half of the campus red.

There is also a reason why Yan Baijing wanted to come to this school the most, that is, he fell in love with the autumn scenery of this school when he saw the photos at first sight.

Yan Baijing's favorite season is also autumn.

Summer is too hot and winter is too cold.

Only autumn, and it is late autumn, the heat of summer has faded away, and there is no freezing three feet in winter.

lonely.

It is the first feeling of autumn.

In the fallen leaves, Yan Baijing seemed to see a clear and tender smiling face.

That smiling face is very warm, and in today's terms, it is healing.

But in the next second, that smiling face became extremely ferocious and distorted, with sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and sarcasm and disgust in his eyes.

Even after so many years, whenever he thinks of this face, his heart will still be accompanied by deep or shallow tingling pain.

Gujing's waveless and lazy eyes were finally stained with emotion.

Although this emotion looks a bit bitter.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head weakly.

Will not.

Obviously, I don't have the courage and right to like someone anymore.

Why, that kind of heartbeat frequency that seemed to be suddenly reborn appeared on him again.

It was my mistake.

There must be a mistake.

Yan Baijing closed his eyes deeply, and when he opened them again, there was no other emotion in them.

"...Excuse me, do you want to read the book in your hand?"

A very flat female voice sounded faintly beside Yan Baijing.

Yan Baijing followed the sound and saw a girl with beautiful long black hair.

The skin is very fair, with a polite smile on his face, and his eyes are also dark and bright.

Yan Baijing glanced at the book he was holding, Psychology of Interpersonal Relationships.

He simply closed the book and handed it to the girl.

He smiled politely, "I won't read it, you can take it."

Song Yu once described his favorite type of girl.

That's probably it.

If the girl was wearing a white dress, maybe in the next second, Song Yu would be bouncing around him and saying, "Yida Yida, did you see that! That girl is my sweetheart!!"

Thinking of this, Yan Baijing's smile deepened.

This smile doesn't matter, the girl in front of her has a little blush on her face.

"Are you Yan Baijing? The one who spoke on behalf of the freshmen?"

Yan Baijing suppressed his smile, bowed his lips politely, "Well, yes."

The girl smiled, and there were two pear dimples around her mouth when she smiled, which was very sweet.

"I'm also from the School of Computer Science. I'm in the third class of software. I heard that you study very well, and you seem to come to the library often. Can I ask you any questions I don't understand? Oh, yes, my name is Lin Yuan. "

Yan Baijing still smiled politely, "I usually just read books casually, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Unlike Song Yu, he couldn't find Bei when he was facing a girl.

No matter how annoying Song Yu was entangled by girls, he still had a very gentle temper. He never knew how to reject a girl.

Yan Baijing is completely different, he doesn't like to be tied down by others.

Being used to being alone, Yan Baijing has always resisted the proactive contact of the opposite sex.

Same sex too.

But Song Yu squeezed into his world in a very natural posture.

It's not obtrusive, and it's not annoying.

Yan Baijing left the library and walked alone on the famous French plane tree road.

The classmates jokingly called this road the lover's road.

When the sycamore leaves turn yellow in autumn, the leaves of the sycamore will turn red.

The golden leaves were swept on both sides by the cleaners, and from time to time, the wind brought by one or two passing bicycles would make the fallen leaves run for two steps.

Yan Baijing took a picture of this lover's road with a SLR.

The color looks very warm.

While adjusting the focus, an abrupt face appeared in the shot.

With a silly smile and a decorative scarf around his neck, he poses scissors for the camera.

Yan Baijing unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips and pressed the shutter.

When the shutter flashed by, the smiling face disappeared.

Yan Baijing took a closer look at the photo he just took.

Two rows of sycamores, the non-glare sun shines on the ground, making this road extraordinarily warm.

There is no smiling face, it is clearly my illusion.

Yan Baijing was slightly taken aback.

"Extra!!"

Behind him came the voice of Song Yu, who was full of cheapness.

But Yan Baijing didn't dare to look back.

He blinked deeply once. It was an illusion just now, but is it an auditory hallucination now?

But the voice quickly moved from far to near, and it wasn't until someone slapped him hard on the back that Yan Baijing realized that he didn't have auditory hallucinations.

In the next second, Song Yu's face appeared in front of his eyes. He was riding a bicycle with excited joy on his face, as if he couldn't wait to share some good news with him.

"Yida, senior sister confessed to me!"