Chapter 21 "Do I Like You Like This?"

After ordering the meal, the embarrassment of eavesdropping on You Cheng's phone calls lingered.

Bai Yan peeled off a pair of chopsticks, lowered his head and waited for a meal. The table was covered with a striped tablecloth, which was pressed flat by the glass plate.

"Just pretend you haven't heard what you said just now, right?" After digesting it for a long time, Sui Yi finally understood most of what You Cheng said. Although the information was very complicated, he always felt that it would be fine as long as he didn't hear it.

A little famous actor, wandering in Student Street, still dealing with a relationship that doesn't sound very healthy.

"Okay." Bai Yan stared at the table.

Sui Yi stopped for a while and asked again, "Is that a tour?"

"It should be." Bai Yan replied.

"Is that what I heard?" Sui Yi couldn't help but ask again, as if confirming something.

Bai Yan looked at him for a while, but did not speak.

The ramen improved by the northern people was served one after another. The noodle soup was very thick and white, covering the side dishes below.

The two of them buried their heads in the noodles, and with what they could do, the subtle and awkward atmosphere at the table finally dissipated.

What would happen if this happened to Suiyi? Bai Yan sandwiched a piece of noodles, and this idea suddenly popped into his mind, will Sui Yi encounter such a thing?

He was more curious than he was about how late the subway was closed for daylight saving time.

"Squad leader, have you ever been in a relationship?" Bai Yan was taken aback by his own question. The word "love" was as unfamiliar as a newly learned foreign language.

Sui Yi said unmoved, "No."

"Oh." Bai Yan lowered his head, stirred up another ball of noodles, two green vegetables were stirred up with the soup, and turned twice on the noodle soup.

"I took a professional class before." Suiyi seemed to have something to say, and then said: "The teacher told me that people who are in love can't make music well, and love affects creation."

"Is that so?" Bai Yan raised his head suspiciously.

Sui Yi nodded, taking it for granted: "I don't want to fall in love, nor can I fall in love."

Bai Yan seemed to understand and nodded: "Oh."

The thick noodle soup was stirred up a few bubbles, Bai Yan put his chopsticks into the bowl and slammed the biggest one.

The study room was filled to the brim during the mid-term exam, and Sui Yi searched for a while before seeing two connected seats.

"Go there." Sui Yi grabbed his hand and led him to the end of the amphitheatre as he did every time he arranged and directed Bai Yan.

Bai Yan was pulled, stepped on the steps with a small level difference, and twisted.

It hurts slightly, feeling like being stabbed by a needle, Bai Yan pursed his lips, raised his other foot, and kept up with Sui Yi's speed.

"I don't understand." Sui Yi spread out a few mock papers on the table, "Why study mathematics?"

"This is calculus." Bai Yan corrected him and took out his paper, which was already filled with answers neatly, and the scratch paper in it was neatly folded.

Sui Yi was attracted by the written paper, and picked up the thing in front of Bai Yan: "How come you have an answer?"

"I'm done." Bai Yan said, "I didn't turn off the lights a few days ago."

"..." Sui Yi was a little unbelievable: "All?"

"Ah? Yes." Bai Yan hesitated for a while, then nodded.

Sui Yi suddenly felt the pressure of the follower being too good, and started to look at his answer with one side of her face: "Didn't you miss class? How could you do this?"

"...Similar to high school." Bai Yan couldn't make out his expression.

Sui Yi was a little surprised: "Are you a liberal arts student?"

"I'm a science student." Bai Yan corrected again, "I came from a filmmaker."

"..." Sui Yi was speechless.

"Later our department was cancelled, and I was transferred to the performance department." Bai Yan lowered his voice, as if giving a late personal introduction: "I'm a science student, and I haven't taken a professional class in performance."

Sui Yi looked at him for a while, then thought of the same experience she had, and didn't know what to say.

"So it's done." Bai Yan concluded and took out a pen from his bag.

Sui Yi didn't answer, she lowered her eyes to look at the paper, Bai Yan's words were very straight, as if someone else was standing there, there was no extra procrastination, and she was upright.

Bai Yan looks very delicate, looks younger than his actual age, has a very white face, good skin, and good-looking hands. He doesn't look like a poor student who has been working all the time. It's not bad to be in the acting department, at least he will be in a good mood when he sees this person on TV.

On the day he searched Baiyan on the student website, he secretly searched the welfare home on the express list. There was almost no information. It seemed to be a small and informal welfare home.

"I just think how did you apply to this school?" Suiyi said to herself, and the illusion of finding the same kind reappeared.

Bai Yan turned his head to look at him without evading his eyes: "The school gives money."

"Ah?" Sui Yi was a little confused.

"Applying to the Northern College, the scholarship is more than the tuition fee." Bai Yan explained with a natural expression: "A lot more, so I am here."

Sui Yi suddenly felt that she never knew Bai Yan, and felt a little lost. He was quiet for a while and said to Bai Yan, "Let's read."

Bai Yan turned his head obediently again.

Sui Yi grabbed the pen and turned it around twice, couldn't help but took out her phone again. It took a long time to find the school's website. After a while in the news column, she saw the news of this year's enrollment: In response to the national education policy, The Northern Film Academy has recruited fifty students from twenty-five counties along the southeast coast, most of them are the top students in the college entrance examination in the county. Scholarships are provided according to the ranking of the college entrance examination. Bai Yan's name is on the second list, and he probably took the following 10 years of tuition fees.

Sui Yi looked at the list for a while, opened the student website again, and entered Bai Yan's name in the search box. The search result was 0.

Just after the mid-term exam, Bai Yan found a very suitable tutor to teach mathematics to junior high school students. The students' homes are in the city center, and it only takes 20 minutes to take the subway.

Sui Yi was eating in the cafeteria when she received her mid-term exam results, and habitually used her backpack to occupy a place for Bai Yan, while scanning the news in the group with her mobile phone.

Almost all of Bai Yan's grades were first, and the scores in several general courses were also ridiculously high.

After a while, someone praised Bai Yan in the group, and circled him in the group while shouting Xueba. Bai Yan was probably in class and didn't reply to anyone.

Sui Yi swallowed the food in his mouth, feeling a little unhappy.

He only knew the secret that Bai Yan was a little genius a week in advance, but now some strangers are chatting to him in the group.

But on the other hand, he was a little unnoticeable happy, because Bai Yan's rejection of professional courses made him feel that this group of people was not very friendly. Now, because of a mere mid-term exam, most of them have changed their attitude towards Bai Yan.

There was also a feeling that some of my own children were prosperous, and Sui Yi smiled.

The transcript on the screen suddenly turned into an incoming call screen, and an unremarked but familiar number popped up.

Sui Yi put away her smile and picked it up.

"Suiyi?" The mother's tone was cautious, "Aren't you in class?"

Sui Yi was a little speechless: "It's half past six now, it's time to eat."

"Oh, you have to eat on time." The mother reacted and lowered her voice after a while: "Your father won't let me call you."

"Then don't fight." Sui Yi was a little irritable.

"I'm not worried about you." The mother's tone was a little reproachful: "You haven't called for so long. We are all worried about you."

Sui Yi was quiet for a while and said, "I'm fine."

"Don't be mad at your father, he always thinks there's no way out if you sing, dance and dance. He thinks you want to be an engineer too." Mother babbled, "He's not worried about you, or he doesn't say it, Otherwise, you won't be allowed to come during your art exam."

As soon as the conversation started, it was a bit clichéd, and Sui Yi hurriedly interrupted: "I know, I'm not mad at him, he's mad at me."

"Hey, I really don't know how to say you father and son." The mother sighed again: "You said you got your wish, a good family, why do you have to make the atmosphere so bad."

Sui Yi didn't speak, lowered his head and threw the chopsticks in his hands back to the dinner plate.

"He saw you on the news that day, said you were thin, and asked me if I didn't send you money." My mother raised a new topic, "I said why, and he asked me again, where are your classmates at home? They are all stars, will you feel uncomfortable in it?"

"No." Sui Yi's tone was straightforward, "Not all of them are stars."

"Oh? Is that so?" The mother was curious. "Your father just said that you were among the children of rich families, afraid that you would be uncomfortable."

Suiyi can think of the original words, the high probability is why our family wants to go to such a major, not all the way, I should have let him go to study engineering and so on.

"Are you okay?" Mother was still worried and couldn't help but ask again.

Suiyi said, "I'm fine, I don't feel uncomfortable, and it's not all students from rich families here."

For example, Bai Yan, the soles of his shoes seem to be broken at any time, and the bag he is carrying always makes people feel unable to hold books, but other than these, he always stands up straight, his expression is serious, and he is very clean. Very good, so people can't notice anything else.

"Suiyi?" Mother dragged him out of his mind wandering, "Anyway, you have to be fine, if you have anything to tell me."

"Okay." Sui Yi responded.

After the fall, the subway entrance becomes deserted, and even the vendors selling souvenirs are visibly reduced.

Junior high school students have a lot of homework today, and Bai Yan came back on time for the last bus.

There was no one in the carriage, and the advertising lights in the tunnel flickered on and off outside the car window, which was a little scary with the roar of the subway accelerating.

Bai Yan turned on his mobile phone and found that he was mentioned in more than a dozen messages. When he clicked on the page, he found that the head teacher had thrown out his test results and made a lot of publicity.

More than a dozen classmates praised him for half an hour, Bai Yan turned down one by one, until the end, he still didn't see Suiyi's name.

Suddenly a little lost.

Bai Yan raised his head and saw his somewhat unfamiliar face reflected on the black car window glass. He didn't know why he was lost, but once he realized the problem, it seemed that there was no way to stop it, and his mood became more and more serious.

He opened the browser that came with his mobile phone and wanted to find out the reason in a stupid way, so he typed a sentence into the search bar: What if a friend doesn't praise him for being uncomfortable?

Bai Yan classified Suiyi as a friend. After all, the scope of this question would be relatively broad, and probably few people would feel uncomfortable because the monitor did not praise him.

The answer on the result page was confusing, Bai Yan frowned for a while, and then exited the page.

There are also two historical records in the box. They were searched on the night of the encounter in Ximen Square. Bai Yan first searched for "men and men fall in love", and then searched for "homosexuality".

Unlike friends who don’t praise me, these two questions have very professional answers. From a medical and emotional point of view, I explained them in blunt and objective sentences or a long piece of chicken soup for four or five pages.

When Bai Yan watched it, he felt that his body was soaked in sweat, and finally came to a conclusion that the journey is normal, but not quite right.

He forgot how long he had watched it. He only remembered that the school's wireless network was poor, and every time he turned the page, it would buffer for a long time, and he was in a hurry.

The subway beeped twice and slowly opened.

Bai Yan looked out, and he actually sat down to his destination in a random thought. The white lighting plated a layer of light on the marble, which looked quiet and serious.

The exit was half closed, and Bai Yan walked out from the remaining exit.

The night approaching the early morning was very dark, Bai Yan was shivered by the wind pouring into the subway entrance, and raised his hand to pull the collar.

There is a short bicycle shed from the subway entrance to the north gate of the school. A tall figure is standing there. Bai Yan feels familiar and glances up.

Sui Yi had no expression on his face, and stood waiting for him like he always did at the door of the dormitory, with his shoulders relaxed and his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

Bai Yan was absent-minded for a moment, followed by a huge roar in his chest. He trotted to Suiyi with a happy tone: "Squad leader."

"Let's go?" Sui Yi didn't seem emotional, Bai Yan couldn't tell how long he waited.

As if he was hit by the best answer, Bai Yan followed Sui Yi step by step, unfolding the formulas and proofs in his mind just like when he was solving a big problem, and then he made a list of the previous ones for himself. All content.

"Squad leader." Bai Yan called to him, stepping hard on the shadow of the street lamp.

"What?" Sui Yi looked back at him.

Bai Yan felt that his hands were a little stiff, and said, "When I was in high school, the teacher said that I am very good at summarizing, and I know how to find patterns when doing questions."

Sui Yi smiled: "I see, the first place in the midterm exam."

"I have read a lot of materials recently, and I have also summarized my performance." Bai Yan paused and swallowed nervously: "I have observed my mood for three days, about you."

"For example?" Sui Yi heard something else, and her heart suddenly jumped.

"If you didn't praise me, I would be a little lost; I'm very happy that you came to pick me up at the station." Bai Yan took a step forward and grabbed Sui Yi's sleeve.

Sui Yi stopped and looked at him without speaking.

"Do I like you like this?" Bai Yan asked, looking into his eyes.