Kuai Chuan is crying by myself every day

Chapter 113 He in the Window

Baicha's first reaction was to turn around to look at the other students. Li Sangsang was carefully sandwiching the note with Baicha's reply in the book. She didn't look up, and of course she didn't listen to the class.

Looking at other students, those who are serious about studying are taking notes, and those who are not serious can do more things. Some people are dozing off, some are secretly playing with their mobile phones, and some are looking at themselves in the mirror...

No one noticed the window.

Bai Cha also acted as if she didn't see the person in the opposite window. She looked away and only stared at the teacher in front of her, as if she was really listening to the class seriously.

But the people in that building were depressed.

[Why don't you look at me? 】

【You justify me. 】

【I'm waiting for you to come and play with me. 】

He wrote many sheets of paper in a row, and the expression on his face became more and more melancholy. It seemed that the resentment could be turned into substance and went to Baicha.

Even if Bai Cha wanted to pretend that he hadn't seen it, it was difficult, so she raised her hand and closed the curtain by the window, also blocking the eyes of the people on the other side.

The curtain that was pulled up suddenly over there blocked his sight, Lu Huai's lips slowly pursed into a line, he squatted on the ground in frustration, and then remained motionless.

Xiao Hei jumped to the ground, and it rubbed against the boy's feet as if comforting someone, but unfortunately it was useless, he didn't raise his head to look at it at all.

The bell on the campus rang again and again. At dusk, the day's classes were considered to be over.

"Meow..." Xiao Hei let out another low cry, as if still showing worry, it was reminding him that he should leave.

Lu Huai was in a bad mood. He tore all the notes he had written before into shreds. In this empty music room, there was only this kitten to accompany him.

It is so quiet here, so when there are footsteps coming from far and near, they are so clearly audible.

Lu Huai raised his head, staring at the closed door without blinking.

Finally, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the afterglow of the setting sun falling from the corridor followed her footsteps into this dimly lit room, and the girl carrying a large bag of things appeared in the light.

Lu Huai's eyes slowly opened wide, and her figure was reflected in the black eyes.

Every time Bai Cha took a step forward, he could see that his eyes seemed to lighten up a little. Finally, she stopped in front of him and stretched out her hand, "Here."

Lu Huai took the big bag of things slowly. It was very heavy. He looked so thin that he couldn't carry it on his shoulders. He felt heavy after holding it for a while. He put it on the ground.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes never moved away from Bai Cha's face, he asked blankly, "Are you real?"

Could it be that he thought she was his hallucination?
Baicha knelt down, took his hand and placed it on her face, "Touch it, do I really exist?"

The temperature between each other is transmitted and spread through simple physical contact, and there is nothing more real than this.

The joy in Lu Huai's eyes grew more and more, and finally seemed to be overflowing. He bent his eyes, and his pure smile was very contagious, "You really came to me."

His smile is too clean and too bright.

Bai Cha hurriedly took his hand away, she coughed and cleared her throat, "Have you been here all afternoon?"

(End of this chapter)