Bian’er was holding his phone, chasing after Jiang Yuan’s hand. After more than 20 minutes of perseverance, he took dozens of blurry and deformed photos. Finally, Bian’er took a relatively clear photo of Jiang Yuan’s hand. He was more confident and continued to follow Jiang Yuan on the basketball court.

Jiang Yuan stared intently at the classmate who was shooting, his body did not move much. Bian’er’s lens focused on his slightly raised hands, which were higher than his shoulders. Just before the shutter was pressed, Jiang Yuan suddenly charged forward.

Alas, he didn’t get it.

As Bian’er sighed, the young man who was automatically focused by the lens suddenly turned his head, his emotionless gaze swept straight towards Bian’er, who was seven or eight meters away.

In a flash, his physical reaction preceded his consciousness. Bian’er pressed the shutter with the speed of a single man for 20 years.

That glance across the camera was too, too thrilling. That glance that met the school hunk’s eyes was too deafening. Bian’er didn’t dare to look at the school hunk’s photo carefully. After pressing the shutter, he quickly turned off the screen and put down his phone.

He didn’t dare to look at the basketball court immediately, his eyes darted left and right until he heard a boy in the crowd shout “Good shot”.

Bian’er quietly raised his eyes a little, Jiang Yuan was leaning against Lian Jichuan, smiling and saying something. Lian Jichuan’s face didn’t change drastically, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

It seemed that Lian Jichuan’s previous look wasn’t at him for taking a sneak shot. So many classmates were holding their phones, that look just now shouldn’t have been at him. After all, he was so inconspicuous, maybe it was just in his direction.

After comforting himself in this way, Bian’er turned on his phone. The screen still showed a photo of the school hunk turning his head towards the camera. Bian’er sighed, “This face, these eyes, this nose, this mouth, all so handsome, but this temperament… cold to the point of being filled with suppressed hormones, like a volcano that seems cold and silent but will erupt at any time.”

After the basketball game, Bian’er followed Song Yongzhao, deleting dozens of blurry photos on his phone while walking towards the cafeteria with Song Yongzhao.

Song Yongzhao said with a sigh, “I didn’t expect Jiang Yuan’s team to win. Two of the opposing players were athletes.”

“Jiang Yuan plays basketball pretty well.” Bian’er doesn’t know how to play basketball very well, but he has basic appreciation skills.

Song Yongzhao: “Lian Jichuan scored the most points.”

Bian’er agreed: “The school hunk is also very good at basketball.”

Song Yongzhao didn’t know what he thought of, he stopped and looked at Bian’er.

Bian’er nervously touched his face and nose, “What?”

Song Yongzhao put his arm around Bian’er’s shoulder and said with amusement, “Bianbian, why don’t you chase after the school hunk? I met Lian Jichuan on the subway before, and Lian Jichuan’s hands are also pretty good-looking, which should satisfy your hand control requirements.”

Bian’er: “…”

Song Yongzhao quickly denied it, “Forget it, you shouldn’t have any feelings for the school hunk. I think the school hunk is probably straight. You know, a love interest who is a boy, you can punch his head, unlike Jiang Yuan. I think his gender card isn’t that strict.”

Bian’er: “…” But the school hunk’s hands are not as touching to him as Jiang Yuan’s.

Song Yongzhao put his arm around Bian’er and walked forward, “But the school hunk is really pleasing to the eye, when you chase after Jiang Yuan, I can also appreciate the school hunk’s face and figure.”

“Are Lian Jichuan and Jiang Yuan close?”

“You don’t know? They are roommates.”

Bian’er hadn’t paid attention to this before. Although he knew that there was a junior named Lian Jichuan who was handsome, the distance between the Artificial Intelligence College and the History College was too far, and Bian’er had never met him before.

Bian’er: “… Now I know.”

After dinner, he returned to the dormitory.

Bian’er switched to his small account.

Not surprisingly, Jiang Yuan did not approve his friend request. Bian’er picked up his little duck water bottle and chugged a bellyful of water, feeling that he couldn’t easily write down the word “give up”.

If he hadn’t seen Jiang Yuan’s long, straight hands again today, he would have given up, but those hands, from his aesthetic point of view, were the best of the best. In the real world, this was the first time he had seen hands that fit his preferences so well. And his roommate’s hands were also very good-looking. If he could really chase after him, he could also appreciate a pair of good-looking hands.

But… first, he had to add him as a friend.

Bian’er scratched his head for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up. He changed the words in his friend request.

An hour later, Bian’er put down the book he was reading about the lives of Song Dynasty people, not holding out much hope, and picked up his phone. When he saw the starry sky avatar in his small account’s chat page, his mind went blank for a second.

He quickly clicked on the dialog box with “m”. Although “m” had approved his friend request, he did not send any greeting messages.

Bian’er thought of Jiang Yuan’s long, elegant hands, rubbed his hands excitedly, and then quickly opened various search engines. The liberal arts student’s brain soared through the ocean of knowledge of engineering students for a long time, and then he found a friend who was a professional in artificial intelligence for reference. Finally, he carefully sent Jiang Yuan a question related to his major.

Five minutes passed, and the other party did not reply.

Bian’er read a book while multi-tasking, occasionally glancing at his phone, which was within reach.

Ding, the phone rang.

Bian’er switched to the chat page with the other party. Jiang Yuan sent a text message with four or five lines, explaining the principle of his question.

Bian’er recognized every word, but when they were put together, he didn’t understand this passage at all. But it didn’t matter if he didn’t understand it, the important thing was that he replied to him, didn’t he?

Little Crab: [Thank you, classmate, I seem to have some ideas.]

m: [Hmm]

Then there was no news.

It seemed a little cold. Bian’er thought of Jiang Yuan, who was smiling and cheerful on the basketball court today, and felt a little different.

Bian’er quickly poked his computer science friend, asking her to help him think of another question he could ask the artificial intelligence student. Gu Mi knew that Bian’er was trying to get a man, so she racked her brains to help.

“m” answered three questions that Bian’er couldn’t understand, and Bian’er wanted to take this opportunity to thank him properly, such as offering to buy him a few cups of milk tea, to get closer.

The other party’s message came first.

m: [You don’t have any professional questions to ask me]

Bian’er deleted the message he had carefully crafted in the input box, scratching his head. How did Jiang Yuan know that he didn’t have any professional questions to ask him?

Little Crab: [No, I don’t]

Not honest, but this is a little trick when pursuing someone, it’s forgivable, right?

Little Crab: [Thank you for helping me with my questions. Can I buy you a cup of milk tea? What flavor do you like?]

No reply.

There was no reply until bedtime.

The next morning, there was still no new reply.

Bian’er washed up dejectedly, and during the break between classes, he cheered up and asked Gu Mi for advice before sending another professional question to the other party.

Still no reply.

After work in the afternoon, he returned to the dormitory, and “m” still did not send any new messages.

Song Yongzhao returned to the dormitory and saw Bian’er sighing, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Song Yongzhao was the head of the Student Union’s Propaganda Department, and he was better at social interaction than Bian’er. Bian’er told Song Yongzhao about what happened last night in detail.

“Anyway, after that message, I sent dozens of messages, and he hasn’t replied to me.”

“Give me your phone.”

Song Yongzhao looked at the chat history, which was only a few pages long, stroked his chin and thought for a while. Jiang Yuan’s impression on him was that of a sunny and handsome boy, simple-minded. The first three messages answering questions didn’t reveal much information, but the last one did reveal a bit of a “not easy to mess with” feeling.

Was it an illusion caused by text messages?

Bian’er said, “I think Jiang Yuan knows that I don’t have any real questions, and he deliberately found questions to chat with me, he’s not interested in me at all, so he’s too lazy to reply later.”

“But your questions are pretty professional, how did he figure it out?”

Bian’er: “I don’t know.”

Bian’er sighed again, “But doesn’t it mean he’s pretty smart?”

Song Yongzhao said impatiently, “Those who can enter Huai University should not be stupid, right?”

Bian’er was intermittently depressed again, “Then what should I do now? Should I just lie flat?”

“Admit your mistake.” Song Yongzhao gave his advice, “Since he knows you’re approaching him under the guise of asking questions, then admit your mistake, be submissive, and act pitiful. Men, who would blame a young sister who is full of love for him?”

Bian’er had read countless BL novels, but he had never been in a relationship. Hearing Song Yongzhao, whom he trusted, say this, Bian’er thought for a while and felt it made sense.

Song Yongzhao took his pajamas to the bathroom to shower. Bian’er racked his brains for a while, then blushed and sent a message to “m”.

Little Crab: [I’m sorry, I really don’t have any professional questions to ask you]

Little Crab: [That day at the supermarket, I fell in love with you at first sight…]

He couldn’t write the word “supermarket”, it was too much information. [It was after I saw you playing basketball that day, I liked you very much, I tried to add you for several days, but you didn’t approve. I finally thought of this stupid way, Jiang Yuan classmate…]

He typed out the four words “Jiang Yuan classmate” and quickly deleted them. Jiang Yuan didn’t know who he was. If he called out his name right away, and Jiang Yuan knew who he was, Jiang Yuan might ask his name. He didn’t have any feelings for him at all right now. If he revealed his gender right away, those hands would only exist in his dreams forever.

[m, you are indeed a warm and kind classmate, can you forgive me?]

[Little cat is pitiful jpg]

He sent the message, and the other party didn’t reply. It wasn’t early, Bian’er went to the bathroom to shower. After showering and going to bed, he still didn’t see a message from “m”.

Maybe he went to bed early.

Jiang Yuan is so tall, he should need a lot of sleep, right?

It’s just that when he woke up the next morning and looked at his phone, the other party still hadn’t sent a message.

No hurry, it’s Sunday today, maybe he’s sleeping in.

Little Crab: [m, haven’t you forgiven me yet?]

Little Crab: [I know I was wrong]

Little Crab: [Crab crying jpg]

Bian’er worked at a coffee shop that was more than a kilometer away from the school. Today was his shift, and it wasn’t early, so Bian’er quickly washed up and rode his bike to the coffee shop.

Huai University is located in the university town of Jing City, with four or five universities nearby. The overall spending power of college students is not high, but the coffee shop where he works part-time does not follow the “good value for money” route, but rather the “luxury” route.

The coffee shop’s dining area alone takes up 100 square meters. The decoration is bright and clean, and the part-time servers are all in uniform, wearing high-quality light blue shirts with dark brown half-aprons.

Because the cakes and desserts in the store are delicious, coupled with the quiet and beautiful environment, there are many couples who come to take photos and check in, and the coffee shop’s monthly revenue is quite good.

Bian’er helped the pastry chef put the finished small cakes in the transparent display case. After 9 o’clock, he changed into his uniform in the bathroom and opened the roller shutter to start his work for the day.

Business wasn’t very good when the store first opened in the morning. Bian’er could glance at his phone while brewing coffee and packing cakes, to see if “m” had replied to his message.

No.

The WeChat applet beeped, a customer at table six ordered a roasted coconut latte. Bian’er brewed the coffee, carried the tray and walked towards table six by the window.

The customer was sitting on the khaki sofa by the window at table six, with a half-human-height simulation green plant separating it from table five. When Bian’er got closer, he realized that the customer at table six was a boy, wearing a dark gray short-sleeved T-shirt, with a laptop on the chocolate-colored round coffee table.

Bian’er skillfully placed the coffee on the coffee table. It was at this moment that he inadvertently saw the boy’s right hand resting on the keyboard.