How come you're also my ex-girlfriend?

Seeing a beautiful young girl blushing first thing in the morning is truly a treat.

Is this not an achievement?

Something like a Guan Gong manufacturing machine.

Jiang Yiyao took a few steps, then suddenly remembered something, "Aren't you riding a bike?"

With such nice weather, it should be perfect for cycling.

Xu Yan shook his head, "I'm too lazy to ride, I'll just take the bus."

He's just too lazy to ride for no particular reason. He doesn't care about the money anymore; he can earn several thousand yuan a day. If he wants, he can take a taxi to school without any problem.

Jiang Yiyao narrowed her eyes slightly, "What, you like taking the bus with me so much? Just say it openly, it's not like I can't give you a chance."

Xu Yan chuckled, "Judging from your mental state today, you shouldn't go to class. Just ask for leave. To avoid suspicion, why don't you take the next class?"

"Get out of here! This is my job! How could you steal everything? I really need to go back and check the clothes I left drying on the balcony."

Xu Yan: ?

They walked noisily toward the bus stop, but Jiang Yiyao was actually quite satisfied with her "battle-ready state" today.

Making Xu Yan speechless is a victory.

Don't worry about whether a girl's words are appropriate or not; anyway... only he knows the truth.

It's just a little bit of a shame; with such nice weather, you should be sitting on the back of a bicycle enjoying the cool breeze.

His figure will be in front, you can see him pedaling hard, the lines of his shoulders will rise and fall, the hair at the back of his head will bounce, and every now and then his aura will waft out from behind, reminding you of a whole summer.

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Chapter 86 Is he out of his mind? (Please subscribe~)

I was lucky today; there were two empty seats in the back of the bus.

Although it seems like there's not much difference between standing for a while or sitting for a while, the distance is just that far.

But often, some good omens in the morning can bring a good mood for the whole day. Although everyone claims to be a materialist, Chinese tradition always carries a bit of superstition.

Xu Yan quite consciously gave up the inner seat, although he didn't know what the girl was so fixated on the window seat... In his memory, Jiang Yiyao wasn't someone who got carsick.

But her favorite thing to do is for the two of them to walk together to a row of empty seats, wait for her to make way, and then squeeze in.

It felt like some kind of mysterious ritual was being performed.

Could repeating this action 1000 times kill you?

After sitting down, Xu Yan leaned back in his chair, feeling the familiar swaying of the carriage.

He took out his phone and swiped through the app to see what junk the daily shop was giving out.

"..."

My arm was bumped.

Xu Yan turned his head and saw Jiang Yiyao take out the wireless earphone case.

It was the very one I had given to him a few days ago.

Do you want to listen to some music?

Jiang Yiyao's expression was not good, but Xu Yan was used to her insincere behavior.

Just like how people unconsciously raise their voices when they lie, Little Haji Yao's performance was truly clumsy.

Xu Yan took the headphones, glanced at her, and asked, "How's the quality?"

"is acceptable."

She put the earphone in her left ear, and Xu Yan glanced at her. "Why is this so perfunctory? How is it compared to your previous one?"

"Are you really that concerned about my feelings?"

She glanced over and immediately launched an attack—a familiar signal.

In Xu Yan's eyes, it was tantamount to the thief crying "stop thief!"

"After all, I bought it myself. If you feel it's not as good as the previous one, just give it back to me."

"That won't do. Can a gift that's already been given be taken back?"

"Nonsense, couples divide their property when they divorce, so what's wrong with taking it back?"

"Hehe, you're really lucky to have someone willing to marry you in this lifetime."

Faced with the girl's sarcastic tone, Xu Yan nodded in deep agreement, "I think so too. Who wouldn't be happy to marry me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yan remembered the system notification from before.

From what I remember... the future version of myself described doesn't seem to have a smooth marriage...

"Narcissism...what do you want to hear?"

Watching Xu Yan slowly put on his headphones, the girl asked in an annoyed tone.

"Let's play 'Infatuation'."

"Mercadel's?"

"You understand too?"

"Some of the lyrics are quite catchy."

As Jiang Yiyao said this, she began searching on her phone.

Xu Yan said irritably, "That's because your perspective is too narrow. Many famous works of literature, both at home and abroad, contain very explicit descriptions. That's a kind of reality. You just don't have enough artistic talent."

"Whether you're reading a classic work with a few explicit descriptions or a novel with only a small amount of text, you know the answer in your heart."

Xu Yan: ?

Do you even know this? You must have read a lot of this in private.

The carriage was swaying, and the music seemed to fall into my ears.

Gradually, the two stopped talking and looked at the increasingly crowded passengers ahead, or the hurried passersby outside the window.

Countless dappled lights and shadows, the not-so-bright daylight, yet it still offered a different kind of charm.

Gradually, I stopped noticing what was happening in front of me and only heard the music echoing in my ears.

I'd rather listen to her rambling nonsense than talk to you about ideals.

Until the stop at the school gate.

As he got off the bus, he naturally took off his headphones and handed them to Jiang Yiyao, who was getting up next to him.

Xu Yan felt somewhat regretful.

It's a pity that it didn't achieve the success of "listening at will".

There wasn't much more to say on the way to the school gate, since we run into each other every day and live in the same building, we've talked far too much.

So it's normal that they don't have anything to say to each other, and that's precisely why Xu Yan enjoys going to school with Jiang Yiyao.

Xu Yan felt that even if Jiang Yiyao didn't have a single topic to discuss or say a word to him, it wouldn't be awkward when Jiang Yiyao was by his side.

After entering the school gate, you can naturally disperse. If you run into your classmates somewhere, you can join in their conversations and then go to your respective floors and classrooms.

The atmosphere in the classrooms was still quite lively after the holiday.

It's so much more vibrant than Thursdays and Fridays; you can tell just by looking at it that no one is taking a nap at their desk.

As soon as she entered and took her seat, Wen Xueyu turned around and said, "Good morning!"

Still big eyes, still white and sparkling, still delicate skin so tender it looks like you could squeeze water out of it.

Even in her loose-fitting autumn school uniform, Wen Xueyu still looked incredibly cute, and a simple greeting from her was bursting with sweetness.

"Codburger slept very well yesterday."

Xu Yan said with a smile.

"Huh? How did you know?"

Wen Xueyu seems to have automatically blocked out the term "cod burger," which is normal. After all, people and dogs have something in common: as long as you persevere, there is a possibility of being tamed.

"After all, it's impossible for someone who hasn't slept well to be so full of energy first thing in the morning."

Xu Yan said, half-praising.

Wen Xueyu pouted slightly, "No way, I'm still full of energy even if I didn't sleep well."

"Really? You have so much energy, why don't you help me finish my homework? I didn't have time to do it."

"No way!" The girl's face flushed slightly, and her eyes widened.

Xu Yan kept laughing.

Of course I did my homework, I was just teasing the other person.

A girl like Wen Xueyu is like a top-quality ingredient; it's hard not to feel the urge to cook with her.

Seeing Xu Yan laughing incessantly, Wen Xueyu wasn't stupid; she realized he was teasing her.

She gave Xu Yan's shin a light kick under the table, less forceful than a tap dance when getting on or off a bus.

"You're just bullying honest people!"

Wen Xueyu said with a rosy blush.

Xu Yan laughed heartily, "It's good enough that they didn't point a gun at you!"

"Humph."

The girl turned around, deciding to unleash a little rage.

Xu Yan sighed softly. What a pity. If this were Jiang Yiyao, her next question would definitely be: Which gun?

After putting down her schoolbag and taking out her textbooks, Xu Yan went to the restroom first. When she came back after washing her hands...