Xu Youyu discovered something a little strange recently.
Since the time came to December, she always felt that the people around her looked at her a little strangely.
It's just... there's an indescribable feeling.
She didn't think much about it at first, but when she occasionally looked at Ying Chanxi or Yan Zhusheng, she thought they looked at her strangely.
But I just treat it as my own illusion.
After all, Xu Youyu knew her own assets very well. Even Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng, who were both girls and almost beautiful, would often look at her chest secretly.
So Xu Youyu didn't take it seriously when he occasionally encountered such strange looks.
But because of Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng, Xu Youyu specially observed the others.
As a result, during lunch, she felt that Xu Yinghuan and Qiao Xinyan were secretly looking at her.
Not only that, other people in Li Luo's class seemed to have similar expressions.
But after thinking about it, Xu Youyu didn't understand the reason.
Finally, she made some guesses and came to a conclusion.
Maybe it's because he has been very close to Li Luo, and finally it was discovered that he was Jiang Mingyue's prototype, right?
Xu Youyu comforted himself in his heart.
But actually this doesn't explain why Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng looked at her strangely.
However, as Li Luo's birthday approached and everyone's eyes quickly returned to normal, Xu Youyu didn't pay much attention to this matter.
"It's really distressing."
One Saturday night.
Xu Youyu lay on Li Luo's bed, flipping through his phone, raising his feet from time to time, and sighing.
Li Luo was typing words. When he heard what she said, he asked in confusion: "Why are you sighing like this?"
"I'm showing you a birthday present." Xu Youyu supported his chin with one hand and continued flipping through his phone with the other hand, "I don't know what I should give you."
"It's okay not to send it away."
"That's not possible." Xu Youyu shook his head repeatedly, "I still have to give it as a gift. How about I buy you a box of underwear?"
"I have enough underwear."
"Really?" Xu Youyu chuckled twice, "But I see that your Doraemon's treasure bag and Pikachu's little round face are about to be scratched by you."
Hearing Xu Youyu say this, Li Luo's face suddenly darkened and he denied it: "What are you talking about? Those underwear of mine are fine!"
"Then I won't give you underwear this time." Xu Youyu said with a smile. Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and he asked Li Luo, "Do you often write your own XP into books?"
"What's wrong?"
"Yes or no?"
"That's right..."
"Then I understand." Xu Youyu smiled and immediately started searching on Taobao.
When Li Luo saw this, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart: "Don't buy me anything weird."
"Don't worry~ It's not weird~ It's definitely not weird~" Xu Youyu found what he wanted and chose to place the order without hesitation. Then he glanced at him rather ambiguously, which made Li Luo's bones tremble.
"Is it a gift that can be opened in front of other people?"
"That might not work..."
"Don't you think this is strange?! What on earth did you buy?" Li Luo got a little anxious. He stood up from his seat, threw himself on the bed, and approached Xu Youyu, wanting to see what she bought on Taobao.
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But Xu Youyu just pressed his finger and turned off the phone. He hummed and said with a smile: "What kind of gift is it if you know about it? It's a birthday gift, it has to be a little surprise."
"I'm afraid it's not a surprise, but a shock."
"Don't worry, you will definitely like it." Xu Youyu patted Li Luo's shoulder, feeling a little expectant in his heart. His cheeks even turned slightly red, and he was a little shy.
So she immediately turned over, got off Li Luo's bed, and walked out in slippers: "Come on, let's go, I won't bother you with your coding, just keep going."
Li Luo watched her escape, and suddenly felt itchy in his heart. He was very curious about what the senior sister had bought.
But Xu Youyu didn't show it to him, so he was forced to keep it in the dark.
At the same time, when Xu Youyu returned to his room, in the bedrooms of the other two people...
Yan Zhusheng was holding her mobile phone attentively, reading someone's masterpiece carefully.
Looking at her look like this, she seems to be much more serious than usual in class.
Lying on the bed, I don’t know which part I am reading, and my feet under the bed are rubbing against each other from time to time.
Occasionally, Yan Zhusheng lowered his head to take a look at some plots, and then puffed up his mouth angrily, looking not very satisfied.
As for the other side.
Ying Chanxi also held the mobile phone and looked at it with a flushed face. Although he was shy, he was equally attentive.
It's just that it's different from Yan Zhusheng's study-oriented expression. Ying Chanxi's eyes are confused. Sometimes after reading a passage, he doesn't understand why it is said here and why it is used.
It took me a long time to react, or to search in the comment area, or to search secretly on the Internet, to figure out the specific shape of this car, and then my face immediately turned red at the senior sister's rhetorical techniques.
Before opening this book, Ying Chanxi thought that her senior's "Literary Age" should be a more serious novel than Li Luo's.
After all, it is both "literary" and "age". In Yingchanxi's vocabulary, these two words should be relatively high-class and powerful.
Who knew that after they were put together, Xu Youyu would write such a book!
Compared to Yan Zhusheng, Ying Chanxi reads novels a little slower, especially many sentences that take a long time to respond to, which makes her read even slower.
So much so that half a month later, she had just read over a hundred chapters.
And tonight, she happened to turn to Chapter 135 and witnessed with her own eyes the whole process of the heroine teasing the hero with her feet.
These days, the review of online articles is not so strict, so Ying Chanxi just finished reading two chapters of provocative plot.
Even, even...
When Ying Chanxi saw the end, he suddenly let out a soft and strange cry, hugged the panda doll next to him tightly, clamped his legs, and rolled back and forth on the bed.
After the shyness dissipated a little, Ying Chanxi watched the plot again, but his face was still red with embarrassment.
He even secretly lifted his feet under the quilt and reached out to touch his small, white and tender jio, with a shy and slightly confused expression on his face.
I don't quite understand why it feels so comfortable like this.
And...why does the senior know this?
Could it be that she...she tried?
Ying Chanxi suddenly thought of this possibility, his expression suddenly froze, his face immediately tensed, and he was somewhat aware of the crisis.
Zhu Sheng took the opportunity to hold hands occasionally. Senior sister, who is so quiet...has she already reached this point?
Ying Chanxi couldn't believe it.
But after reading the detailed description again, Ying Chanxi felt a little doubtful.
If you have never practiced this before, how did the senior sister write such a detailed plot?
Li Luo wrote that just the kiss made Ying Chanxi blush and have wild thoughts.
This was suddenly attacked by her senior sister's "Literary Age". Ying Chanxi was now doubtful and shy. His whole body felt hot, but he thought about the reason and felt that his brain was going to burn out.
…
"Li Luo, don't look at the camera, look at the night sky above your head."
December 18th, Friday night.
Before the first evening self-study period even started, Li Luo was dragged out of the classroom by Ying Chanxi.
It was announced to the outside world that they would continue to shoot documentaries about the literary society.
But only Li Luo knew that the literary club documentary had been filmed a few days ago.
However, after Li Luo went downstairs and asked this question, Ying Chanxi said confidently: "The documentary has been filmed, so there is still the MV for "Light Chaser" that we talked about before."
So at this moment, Li Luo stood on the lawn, and at Ying Chanxi's instruction, he looked up at the night sky above his head and gave the camera a profile.
Looking at Li Luo's perfect jawline when he raised his head, Ying Chanxi pursed his lips and looked a little dazed.
It wasn't until Li Luo raised her neck, feeling a little sore, and asked her if she was okay, that Ying Chanxi came back to her senses and quickly said OK and asked him to change to the next shot.
When the bell rang for the first period of evening self-study, Ying Chanxi put away the equipment at hand and said to Li Luo, "Okay, that's it for today."
"It doesn't feel like we are here to go to school, but rather like we are here to film a movie." Li Luo walked over, stroking his head, and accompanied Ying Chanxi to the teaching building.
"Anyway, there's nothing wrong with studying in the evening." Ying Chanxi hung a camera around his neck and jumped twice briskly, "Now we just need to stabilize our grades, and the rest will be free time."
This is indeed true.
Because they successfully scored 100 points in three subjects on their first try, Li Luo and Ying Chanxi's pressure on the college entrance examination suddenly dropped.
The three courses of physics, history, and geography can be taken symbolically during class.
As long as you don't interfere with the teacher's class, you can do whatever you want in class.
As for the three subjects of Chinese, Mathematics, and English, Li Luo and Ying Chanxi had already learned all the knowledge points in the three years of high school.
I just do homework for these three courses every day.
But in fact, these homeworks could not be left for self-study in the evening. They had already finished them smoothly during class during the day.
In addition, Ying Chanxi participated in the mathematics competition and successfully won the award. After giving an explanation to Teacher Sun, she was completely liberated.
He has become an idler like Li Luo.
After having more free time, Li Luo felt that she had much less time alone with Yan Zhusheng, and she was often dragged out by Ying Chanxi to take pictures without even realizing it.
She would always use the pretext of filming to flirt with him, saying it was just a drama.
"So the filming is finished today, right?" Li Luo asked, "Will there be more filming in the future?"
"The back..." Ying Chanxi thought for a while and suddenly blushed a little, not knowing what he thought of.
But under the cover of night, Li Luo didn't notice it.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, right?" Ying Chanxi said, "Your birthday on the 21st is on Monday, so I will celebrate your birthday tomorrow."
"Yeah." Li Luo nodded, "So what does this have to do with filming the MV?"
"Well...study in the morning and club activities in the afternoon." Ying Chanxi said, clasping her fingers. "In the evening, let's go to your house to celebrate your birthday and play together in the evening."
"After Xinyan and the others return home, can you come out with me again?"
"I'll take you to a place where I want to shoot a MV scene."
When he said this, Ying Chanxi didn't dare to look at Li Luo, and he didn't know what he was feeling guilty about.
But Li Luo walked side by side with her and didn't notice anything strange about her. He just nodded and said, "Okay, but where do you plan to shoot? Don't go too far at night."
"Not far, not far, just nearby."
"So where?"
"I won't tell you!"
Looking at the back of Ying Chanxi who was jumping forward, Li Luo laughed dumbly, but didn't ask any more questions.
…
The next day, Saturday.
To be honest, Li Luo actually has no habit of celebrating birthdays.
In his impression, except when he was in elementary school, his parents would celebrate his birthday, but not so much after that.
When I was in junior high school, the most I could do was go out to play basketball with Zhao Rongjun, and let him treat me to a drink on the pretext of his birthday.
Only Ying Chanxi will remember his birthday and prepare gifts every year.
But this habit was overthrown by him in his previous life in his third year of junior high school.
After entering high school and college, and even after graduation, Li Luo would only realize that he had turned one year older when he received something like a birthday greeting from a telecommunications company.
In addition, in Li Luo's impression, it was probably only in the two or three years that he knew Xu Youyu that he received gifts and celebrations from others.
Hmm... Yan Zhusheng seems to have had it too.
But I just bought him a birthday cake, saying it was a work benefit for employees.
Yes, other than that, there is really nothing.
But this is different from the previous life.
In this life after rebirth, Li Luo was in high school, no longer resigned to self-destruction, and even made a bunch of friends.
During the rock club activities in the afternoon, after everyone finished rehearsing the song "The Sun" they planned to sing at the New Year's Day party, Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng packed up and prepared to leave the activity room.
But Yan Zhusheng deliberately packed up a little slowly. After Lin Suifeng and others left one after another, and only Li Luo and herself were left in the activity room, she slowly picked up her schoolbag.
"Let's go." Li Luo looked out the window in the direction of the teaching building, "Xixi and the others are heading this way."
"That means we haven't arrived yet." Yan Zhusheng also came over to take a look, and then pulled Li Luo's sleeves to make him face her.
"What's wrong?"
"Birthday gift." Yan Zhusheng put down the schoolbag in his hand, took out a bag, and then took out a brand new orange scarf.
"Huh?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, looked down at this scarf that looked a bit rough in workmanship, and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you buy it?"
"I didn't buy it." Yan Zhusheng pursed her lips, "I made it myself. Just stand still and don't move."
"Ah?" Li Luo was a little surprised. He saw Yan Zhusheng standing in front of him, standing on tiptoes and putting on a scarf with a serious look on his face. He fell into silence for a moment, "When will you be able to knit scarves again?"
"I asked Aunt Lin to teach me." After Yan Zhusheng helped him put on the scarf, he stretched out his hand to help him arrange the style, took a half step back and looked up and down, and finally nodded with satisfaction, "It took me a long time, but I finally caught up.
"
"Well..." Li Luo lowered his head and rubbed the warm scarf around his neck.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Zhusheng looked a little worried: "Is it... that the knitting is not very good? If it's uncomfortable to wear, forget it. This is my first time knitting this. Wait until next time..."
"It's very warm." Li Luo stretched out his hand and gently held her in his arms. He stroked the back of her head with one hand and pressed her into his arms. The other hand gently patted her back and comforted her softly,
"I like it very much, thank you."
"Well..." Yan Zhusheng blinked in his arms. After hearing the last word, she finally felt at ease and nestled into Li Luo's arms.
This was probably the first time that Yan Zhusheng let Li Luo hug him without making any excuses.
She hugged Li Luo greedily, feeling his temperature, his heartbeat, and his...
"What are you doing?!"
Li Luo pushed Yan Zhusheng away suddenly, his face turned red. He quickly stepped back a few steps and straightened his trousers in embarrassment. His mind was a little confused, and the softness of the sudden tightness still remained in his mind.
The tight feeling.
Yan Zhusheng was shocked when he saw his reaction. She stayed there dumbly and couldn't help but mutter: "Why is it different from what was written..."
"What are you talking about?" Li Luo narrowed his eyes and asked.
Yan Zhusheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's nothing... I'm just curious."
"Boys can't mess around here, you know?" Li Luo took a deep breath to calm down, but his mind was still a little messy.
I really don’t know what Yan Zhusheng’s brain is made of, but he reaches out his hand to pinch him without any scruples...
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Yan Zhusheng approached Li Luo and asked doubtfully, "Did I exert too much force?"
"What's wrong with using too much force?" Li Luo's head was full of black lines, "You're not allowed to touch it randomly in the future."
"Oh..." Yan Zhusheng bulged his lips, a little discouraged, and still didn't understand.
It seems that I didn’t read carefully enough. I feel that what I did is no different from what my senior sister wrote. Why does Li Luo look so scared?
It's obviously written in the book that this is a very comfortable thing.
Yan Zhusheng has already seen the later plot, and can clearly see that the male protagonist written by Xu Youyu was modeled after Li Luo.
But Li Luo reacted this way in reality.
So Yan Zhusheng came to the conclusion.
The senior sister probably never ate it secretly, it was all her own fantasy.
Just like Li Luo fantasized about kissing in the book, he never actually kissed.
"Li Luo, what are you doing?"
At the door of the activity room, Ying Chanxi's confused voice came.
She poked her head in and didn't see anything suspicious done by Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng, but she caught a glimpse of the extra orange scarf around Li Luo's neck, which made her squint her eyes.
"Li Luo."
"Um?"
"Where did that scarf around your neck come from?"
"A birthday gift from Zhusheng."
"Oh, that's it..." Ying Chanxi gritted his teeth, thinking that the scarf he gave to Li Luo last year was discarded like this.
But when she thought of the agreement with Li Luo in the evening, Ying Chanxi's mood became excited again, and she was looking forward to it, so she stopped worrying about these little things with him.
"Let's go, Aunt Lin and the others are probably cooking. Let's go get the cake."
Chapter completed!