You are like the warm sun

Chapter 11 Why Follow Me

Tang Wan lowered her eyes and listened to her while reciting words.

Gu Jiajia didn't sit back down until the bell rang.

Tang Wan, who was relieved, turned around and looked at the listless Shao Zhouci across a row of seats, her dark pupils filled with faint light.

in the afternoon.

Tang Wan listened to her classmates discussing what happened in physical education class.

I heard that Li Shiwen asked her teacher for leave at noon, and her parents took her home. As for Liu Yong, after being disciplined by the political education department, no one knew where he went and he didn't attend class that afternoon.

Everyone cast complicated glances at Shao Zhouci intentionally or unintentionally.

He seemed completely unaware.

In the class, he is the most out of place.

He was very handsome, and when we were first assigned to the same class, many of his classmates approached him to talk, but he was very aloof and rejected all their kindness. He rarely spoke to girls, and didn't interact much with boys, like someone with a deep social anxiety disorder.

The classmates who wanted to make friends with him returned in disappointment.

Later, everyone heard about his family affairs and gradually distanced themselves from him...

As soon as the school bell rang in the afternoon, there was a commotion in the back row.

The physics teacher on the stage pushed up his glasses and glanced around, "There's still one big question. I'll finish it before get out of class ends. Go back and sit down."

There is no need to attend evening self-study classes, so it’s okay to stay in class for a while after school.

When the teacher said this, the class immediately erupted in wails.

Gu Jiajia lay listlessly on the table, with the word "resentment" written on her forehead, "Why are you staying late again..."

Tang Wan quietly tidied up her desk and put her homework into her schoolbag.

The physics teacher spent ten minutes explaining a big problem, and at the end asked everyone: "Do you understand?"

The students shouted perfunctorily: "I know, I know!"

"Okay, that's it for this class. Everyone, don't forget to do your homework."

The liberated students rushed out of the classroom, leaving it feeling much emptier. Tang Wan stood up and slowly packed her things. After catching a glimpse of the tall figure leaving his seat, she put on her backpack and followed him.

She followed him out of the classroom.

Then follow him out of the teaching building.

Then I followed him out of the school.

Their homes were in opposite directions. Tang Wan stopped at the school gate for a second, then walked towards him, always keeping a distance from him.

Occasionally, students pass by, full of youthfulness.

She couldn't help but glance at him, her hands gripping the shoulder straps of her backpack, her ponytail swaying slightly as she walked, her demeanor gentle. She had studied classical dance for a while in elementary school, but although she later gave it up for some reason, her walk had always carried a touch of classical grace.

My father once joked that she looked like a lady from an ancient dynasty.

But he probably wouldn't have thought that the "lady from a noble family" would later learn Sanda...

Staring at the shadow falling on the road ahead, Tang Wan pursed her lips slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was distracted, the young man in front of her suddenly stopped.

She didn't brake, but took two steps forward before stopping. This suddenly made it seem like she was trying to cover up something.

He turned around, tilting his head slightly, his eyes fixed on her. The strands of hair on his forehead brushed across his cold and gloomy brows, and his indifferent eyes revealed a hint of confusion: "Why are you following me?"

Tang Wan blinked and denied it gently: "No, I didn't follow."

Shao Zhouci's thin lips moved slightly, and he uttered two words: "Lie."

"..."

She is not good at lying in front of her lover.

"Okay," she said frankly, "I just saw that you were in a bad mood and wanted to talk to you."

By the way, give him some psychological counseling to prevent him from getting depressed.

After all, he never thought it through in his previous life and committed suicide by cutting his wrists at home.

(End of this chapter)