Chapter 494: Qiao Mu Private High School

After the parent-teacher conference, Bai Liu was alone, or rather, the two of them were just living from day to day.

Lu Yizhan and Fang Dian come to see Bai Liu less and less as the college entrance exams and other exams approach, but Bai Liu has not fallen into his previous state of isolation.

Of course it might have something to do with the fact that after the parent-teacher conference, the previous student was expelled, and the other students became a lot more honest.

All in all, Bai Liu maintained a calm trajectory of life, moving forward in an organized manner.

Gradually, Hou Tong, who had been secretly observing Bai Liu, realized that Bai Liu was changing more and more, different from the previous changes in his study and life, probably due to the special sensitivity of a girl to the boy she likes-.

--She suddenly felt that Bai Liu seemed to like someone.

For example, at this very moment, during the sleepy afternoon study session, the curtains fluttered slightly, the warm spring breeze rushed in through the window, and Bai Liu sat by the window in a white shirt with a slightly open collar, his left hand dragging his jaw, his eyes lazily drooping, a neatly sharpened pencil in his hand as he sketched something in his sketchbook.

Slowly, again and again, the curtains flicked and slid down past the ends of his hair into a shifting blue backdrop.

Hou Tong was lying on her stomach on her desk, and she used the books that were built up high on her desk as a cover to peek at Bai Liu in a daze.

Bai Liu The corners of her lips turn up very shallowly as she paints.

He's laughing.

That smile was different from the polite, detached one she'd given when she'd thanked her, or the hypocritical, polite one the rest of the class had used in conversation, or the one that seemed like a mask for a good show.

The smile on Bai Liu's face right now is like ...... like that uncontrollable, happy smile she gets when she occasionally thinks of Bai Liu , unconsciously writes Bai Liu's name in her notebook, and fantasizes about their future together.

It's like someone's smile.

But who does Bai Liu really like?

He attends class alone, eats alone, goes back to the dormitory alone, cleans alone, and stays up all night studying alone. Hou Tong carefully and surreptitiously observes Bai Liu's surroundings for a month, and realizes that Bai Liu has only a handful of contacts with students and teachers on campus.

It can be said that Bai Liu's eyes stayed on all human beings for a very short time and coldly, and it was impossible to see who he would be fond of, Hou Tong could not find any evidence that Bai Liu would like anyone.

But then again, her instincts told her that Bai Liu was indeed in love with someone.

Hou Tong's eyes couldn't help but glance towards the sketchbook Bai Liu was drawing, but after a couple of glances, he realized that it didn't seem like a good idea for him to do so, and dejectedly pushed the book in front of his desk to block the line of sight he couldn't help but continue to peek at.

Hou Tong thought about Bai Liu's light smile as she took a deep breath and buried her slightly reddened eyes sideways into the crook of her arm to pretend to sleep.

All the girls in the school who are prettier than her don't know how to play volleyball, those who know how to play volleyball don't have the money, and those who have the money don't like Bai Liu.

...... What she really lost ......

Did someone else exist in this school who was prettier than her, richer than her, better at sports, and liked Bai Liu more than her?

Out of a vague sourness of losing and a sadness of defiance, Hou Tong clenched her fists and vowed to find the woman who had unknowingly beaten her!

Hou Tong begins to intensify his stalking, ah, no, observation of Bai Liu.

She was beginning to pick up on things gradually.

Bai Liu would put a bowl of soup on the opposite side of the table when he was eating, which looked like he had put it there by accident, but when you looked closely, it looked like there was someone eating with him on the opposite side of the table as well.

Bai Liu's body is always unconsciously tilted to the side when he studies, as if a tall person is pressing on his shoulders and holding him to watch him study.

Bai Liu always takes the most remote road back to the dormitory, fingers clasped backward, as if he were secretly meeting someone on this road with his fingers clasped together.

The more Hou Tong watched, the more he felt that something was not right, some of Bai Liu's behavior and reaction were too strange, like now.

This is the English class, Xu Wei always dislike Bai Liu, a class to find a reason to Bai Liu to clear out the penalty stand, Bai Liu is not surprised, his attitude of self-consciousness to pack up two notes, go out and stand in the corridor.

It's second period in the afternoon, and there's a fifteen-minute relaxation break before class starts, which usually involves five minutes of eye exercises and ten minutes of soothing music for the students to relax to, and Xu Wei is early for class.

Hou Tong's seat is now sitting next to the window on the other side of the corridor, and while she presses her temples to rub and scrape her eyes, she does her best to peek out from the slits of these eyes, which have been squeezed out of shape by herself, to steal a glance at Bai Liu, who has his back to the window on her side, and who is looking down at her notes while standing in a penalty box outside the corridor.

The glass of the window was polished so brightly, so brightly that Hou Tong could clearly see Bai Liu's appearance behind the window just by peeking in and taking a look.

Bai Liu slightly bowed his head, back seemingly against the window glass, transparent white spring shirt under the uniform can be vaguely seen seventeen or eighteen years old boys are developing shoulder blades, the sides of the shirt by the backbone slightly out of the traces of thin, thin and upright, the middle of the sweat penetration of a little water stains can be smelled a kind of soap cleaning detergent smell.

Broken hair slipped down from behind Bai Liu's ear, swaying gently in the subtle wind, his eyelashes were long and fell full of broken light, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his lips opened and closed very slightly, as if he was silently reading the knowledge on the notebook he was holding with both hands.

Hou Tong almost froze for a moment as he watched the reflective halo of light through the layers of glass, almost like a deliberate aesthetic scene from some movie.

...... Bai Liu, reading so seriously ......

As if noticing Hou Tong's gaze, Bai Liu very slightly swept her through the glass with his afterglow.

The eyes were extremely shallow, the dark pupils were coated with the light orange light of the afternoon, lazy and focused.

Even though there was no emotion in this glance, Hou Tong's heart inevitably thumped, and she almost fumbled to grab a book and open it, quickly and tightly covering her eyes that were peeking at Bai Liu, pretending to read the book.

Bai Liu's eyes flicked from Hou Tong's book, which he had held upside down, and then swept back to the notebook he was holding.

Hou Tong two big eyes cautiously peeked out from behind the pages of the book, she continued to quietly peep at Bai Liu who was seriously reading, watching, but could not suppress a wave of aggression.

...... The previous Bai Liu would still smile at her after looking at each other, even though she knew that Bai Liu's smile was intentionally trying to hang her, but this time even Bai Liu didn't even smile at her anymore.

Bai Liu is clearly distancing himself from her.

That guy hasn't even shown up, and yet Bai Liu is already practicing all the seriousness of a relationship for her, even distancing himself from her.

Hou Tong found what she thought was a reasonable explanation for all the weirdness before - there was only one explanation for Bai Liu doing all those things that only two people would do when they were in a relationship.

There is only one truth!

That's Bai Liu practicing how to fall in love with someone he likes.

How much does this have to be like ah ...... boyfriend relationship practice eh ......

So cute, so serious about practicing ...... oooooh, but it's someone else's already.

Hou Tong slumped down on the desktop in dismay, but when she thought that Bai Liu had been practicing like this for more than half a year, and this mysterious love interest had yet to show up, she couldn't help but become unwillingly furious again, and slammed her fist hard on the desktop.

Shit, it's been half a year, this ungrateful woman still doesn't show up soon to fall in love with Bai Liu!

Give it to me if you don't want to talk! I want to talk! I'm willing to pay to talk!

The five-minute broadcast of eye exercises was over, and a youthful pop song was played inside the radio speakers, and the song's light musical melody came out:

"I want to just hold your hand and not let go."

In the background sound of this relaxing song, Hou Tong couldn't help but turn her head sideways and continue to look at Bai Liu outside the window, and she was surprised to find that Bai Liu's right hand, which was straight and stretched out, had become a curled up position in the song, being held tightly by a bigger handbag that she wouldn't let go of.

"You, against my shoulder."

Hou Tong squinted as she saw Bai Liu's right shoulder cave in a bit as well, as if someone had leaned into it.

"You, falling asleep on my chest."

Bai Liu's chest leaned back against the window, his neck slightly crooked to the side, as if someone had slept on his chest by leaning to embrace his shoulders.

And Bai Liu's face broke out into that very light smile Hou Tong had seen before again, his drooping eyelashes fluttering lightly as his eyes went to something leaning against his chest.

Bai Liu reached up and pushed the thing against his chest away, his lips opening and closing slightly as he spoke in a very soft voice.

Through the glass, Hou Tong can't hear, so she struggles to recognize Bai Liu's mouth and repeats word for word:

"What are you doing learning the moves in the song?"

The lyrics reach a crescendo: "A life like this, I love you, you love me-"

After these lyrics, Hou Tong clearly saw what appeared to be a momentary cessation of expression on Bai Liu's face as he averted his face and his breathing quickened.

--like a high school boy's reaction after being abruptly confessed to by someone he likes.

After the first song was aired, the second song was an English song that opened with a [KISS].

Hou Tong, after seeing Bai Liu breathing steadily, dropped his eyes back to his notebook with a calm expression, his lips opening and closing as he said something, but it was not like he was silently reading from his notes, instead it was like he was explaining the meaning of something.

"Kiss means kiss?" Hou Tong mimicked Bai Liu's accent in confusion and said what he said, "Kissing is a very intimate behavior that can only happen between lovers and couples?"

What is this? What is this? Memorizing words?

But Bai Liu can't be so ignorant of the meaning of kiss, right?

In the next second, Hou Tong saw Bai Liu's jaw lifted, his shoulders bumped as if he had been pressed hard against the window by someone, and the loose shirt around Bai Liu's waist was gathered and gripped tightly by a large, invisible hand, and his whole body was tightly encircled, his neck slightly tilted back.

Hou Tong couldn't see Bai Liu's expression, she looked at Bai Liu's slightly trembling back as he was pressed against the window with a dumbfounded expression.

Those slender back shoulder blades were pressed against the glass, imprinted through the white shirt.

For just a moment, she could clearly see Bai Liu's skin from the nape of his neck to the back of his ears instantly flush, and the notes clenched tightly in his hands gradually loosened.

The spring wind blew gently at three o'clock in the afternoon, there was only one bad student who was punished for standing in the empty corridor, the camellias at the top of the hill bloomed brilliantly, and ambiguous yet lively music played echoing throughout the school.

Hou Tong's pupils reflected the eighteen-year-old bad student she liked, who was punished for standing in the corridor.

She saw the bad student completely loosen the notebook in her hand at the end of the [KISS] music.

Against all odds, he closed his eyes and hugged the non-existent lover back as hard as he could.