headline romance

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Cheng Chen didn't seem to hear Jiang Ze shouting 'let's go', the others were busy packing up and going to lunch, only he was still sitting in the front row of the classroom, burying his face in his arms.

"Xiao Cheng, you are already very good. If you practice a few more times, you will definitely be able to improve." Yu Jiayan thought that he was not satisfied with his performance, so he came over to comfort him.

The old elder took the initiative to greet him, Cheng Chen rubbed his forearm, slowly raised his face, his eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the loneliness in his eyes, "Mr. Yu, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, don't worry."

Yu Jiayan could hear the refusal in his words, and shook his head helplessly, "Adjust your mentality, take your time." After finishing speaking, he walked out with his teacup, passed by Zhu Lichuan, patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards Cheng Chen's place. Pointing at the position, he meant something, "That kid doesn't seem to be in a good mood, did Jiang Ze scold him again?"

Jiang Ze, who was busy grabbing the lunch box with the assistant director, had an itchy nose and sneezed forcefully. The assistant director took advantage of half a second when he turned around and snatched away the portion with the most meat in the bowl.Jiang Ze frowned and rubbed his nose. He always felt that someone was telling him not behind his back.

Zhu Lichuan nodded, passed Yu Jiayan who wanted to chatter a few more words, sent the others away, opened the half-hidden door, and found Cheng Chen who was sitting in a corner, huddled himself into a ball.

It was quiet, with only occasional slight heaving of the shoulders.

"Not hungry?" Zhu Lichuan walked over, pressed the water glass in his hand to Cheng Chen's exposed cheek, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly.

There was a burst of heat on his face, and when he heard Zhu Lichuan's voice, Cheng Chen turned his head to the other side and muttered, "Hot." The voice was muffled, with a strong nasal sound.

Zhu Lichuan had the rare patience, jumped onto the table, leaned over to hold someone who was about to turn his head, and whispered into his ear: "Hurry up and eat, there will be an interview later, I told you last night." Seeing him not moving, Zhu Lichuan's eyes flashed with amusement, and he licked Cheng Chen's blushing ears, "Everyone is going to eat, there are no outsiders here, if you don't want to go, how about we do something good for our body and mind? "

"I don't want to go." Cheng Chen said in a low voice, and the hot air from his mouth formed mist on the table, "I don't have an appetite."

It's not that he has no appetite, but he is inexplicably depressed, and his emotions have been stuck in his heart without venting, which makes people flustered.

Zhu Lichuan understood, sat up straight, clenched his right hand out of his pocket, put it in front of Cheng Chen, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Guess."

"No guessing." Cheng Chen was not in the mood to play games with Zhu Lichuan, and he weakly pushed away the hand in front of him, he just wanted to be alone.

Zhu Lichuan was not easy to deal with, the more Cheng Chen rejected him, the more motivated he was, he pressed Cheng Chen's hand and said, "Guess."

Cheng Chen raised his eyelids, and cast a blank glance at the inexplicable and stubborn man, and immediately struck away Zhu Lichuan's fist.

Zhu Lichuan didn't use any strength at all, he could open his palm with a little effort.

Lying in his palm was a round unknown object wrapped in transparent colorful paper, which looked extraordinarily small against the backdrop of his palm, exactly the same as the ten-cent fruit candy Cheng Chen had eaten when he was a child.

"Candy?" Cheng Chen didn't think that Zhu Lichuan would have such cheap things, he frowned slightly and asked tentatively.

Zhu Lichuan pursed his lips lightly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a nice arc. His slender fingers directly opened the simple packaging, and stuffed the light yellow candy into Cheng Chen's mouth, "Is it sweet?"

Cheng Chen, who was inexplicably fed, frowned slightly, and the sweet orange smell permeated his mouth. The sweet and sour fruit flavor made him salivate uncontrollably, and asked, "Where did you get the sugar?"

Rejection was clearly written on Cheng Chen's face, but the cheeks trembled slightly with the movement of the tip of his tongue tipping the candy. Zhu Lichuan saw him eating the candy without hesitation, smiled in relief, pulled him up from his seat and hugged him out. Go, "Who said it was sugar? It's clearly medicine."

The taste on the tip of his tongue is clearly sweet, and Cheng Chen is not a fool, he can't even distinguish between medicine and sugar. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone passing by outside the door, and quickly broke away from Zhu Lichuan's arms.

Zhu Lichuan was not annoyed, and followed behind him, "Really

It's a medicine, a medicine for unhappiness. "