put wildness in his heart

Chapter 115
Wen Miao suddenly met those cool and dark eyes at close range, and at the same time saw the surly light in his eyes.

It was a completely different look than usual.

At that moment, she seemed to have glimpsed Shen Jiayu's true appearance under the gentle appearance.

Wen Miao was stunned for a moment, a strange color flashed past her eyes, and then she lowered her eyelids as if nothing had happened, pretending that she didn't see anything.

He Yin, who was originally sitting next to him, has silently moved to Qin Ke's seat next door, and tried to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

Across this half-meter-wide aisle, he could feel the low pressure coming from Shen Jiayu's body that made him subconsciously stay away.

He Yin is now very worried that their cat master might be punched away by Boss Shen, but to his surprise, after Shen Jiayu saw who the person who disturbed people's dreams was, the impatient and indifferent expression on his face The expression on his face turned away.

He let go of the hand holding Wen Miao's wrist, and closed his eyes sleepily. After a while, he regained his composure, and the thin and cool mist covering his deep pupils quickly dissipated. .

Wen Miao glanced at him, slowly put her arm back, raised her other hand, rubbed her fingertips gently on the wrist he had grabbed twice, and then seemed to remember Like something, he lowered his eyelashes again.

Sensing her movement, Shen Jiayu paused, turned his head slightly to look over, his eyes fell on her exposed wrist, and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt you?"

Probably because he just woke up, his voice sounded a little hoarse than usual.

Hearing Shen Jiayu's voice, Wen Miao quickly put away Piaoyuan's thoughts, and shook her head indifferently: "Ah, no."

The expected scene of Wen Miao being beaten into the air by Yuan Roll did not appear, He Yin stretched his neck like a thief, looked at Shen Jiayu's expression with his head, and dragged the small bench back to sit.

He Yin's movement attracted Wen Miao's attention. While tugging at the cuff of his school uniform jacket, Wen Miao turned his head slightly and gave He Yin a slightly puzzled look.

Why are you tossing back and forth, this is it?

He Yin didn't speak, just pointed at Shen Jiayu quietly with his finger, and then made a decapitation gesture, the meaning he wanted to express was obvious:
——"I'm sorry, I'm afraid of death."

Wen Miao raised her eyebrows.

No, is Shen Jiayu that scary?

Is she still alive and well?

He Yinze once again expressed his meaning with his eyes:
--"Yes, that's right."

When the two were talking silently, Shen Jiayu regained his composure and straightened up.

Being forcibly woken up from a dream, no one would be in a good mood. He raised his hand and pressed the corners of his eyes, and leaned against the side window sill not too emotionally, then lifted his eyelids lightly, and looked at Wen Miao.

Wen Miao looked at the expression on his face, thinking that if she couldn't give him a reasonable explanation today, she might really fly round and round as He Yin expected.

So, before being forced to take off and land, Wen Miao consciously brought up the matter: "Shen Jiayu, do you know that there will be a sports meeting next week?"

"Sports meeting?"

Shen Jiayu's voice was still very weak, obviously lacking in interest.

What kind of sports meeting is held at this time?

Generally speaking, aren't school sports meetings held in golden autumn and October?

(End of this chapter)