(BL)Agreement Mark [Wear Book]

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 CH.32

    This evening self-study did not supervise the teacher, everyone was more casual, and some students were not even in their own positions, pulling acquaintances to chat about celebrity gossip and school fun.

    Gradually, someone noticed the tall figure standing behind the classroom.

    There was a rustling discussion in the class, and people looked back from time to time.

    Then, some students sent messages to the class group.

    [Please rotate your head 180 degrees, there will be unexpected joy! ]

    [Wow, I only saw it on TV in the afternoon, never expected to see the live version at night? ]

    [For the first time I found out that rumors are sometimes not rumors, they may be true, he is so handsome, this smile makes my heart numb! ! ]

    [Let me take a few more glances at Brother Kun, my heart is just about to climb the wall. ]

    [But isn't Ke Minghuai in the senior year, several floors away from us, why is he here? ]

    [Probably because of Brother Jin, who came here often when he was a freshman in high school. Brother Jin is a student union cadre. Maybe he has business affairs to discuss? ]

    [Looking at this time to return to China, what we watched in the afternoon should have been recorded in advance. Huaicao was still wearing the clothes of the game, so he didn't change it. ]

    As soon as the game ended, Ke Minghuai didn't have time to go back to the hotel with his mentor to make some repairs, so he took the nearest flight back to China.

    All contact methods such as WeChat and phone were deleted, and Shen Jin didn't even answer the phone, let alone call back, which made him realize that the situation was serious.

    Over the phone, if there is any misunderstanding, it may not be clear.

    Rather than go through other media, he thought, it would be better to communicate directly in person.

    Shen Jin was still sitting in the last row of the classroom, the breeze was blowing, the white shirt outlined his thin figure, and the fingers hanging on the table curled up unconsciously, which was his habit when he was tired.

    Ke Minghuai stepped into the classroom, opened the zipper on his chest with one hand, peeled off his jacket when he lifted his hand up, and was about to put it on Shen Jin, but was lightly blocked by the hand next to him.

    It seems useless, but it can't get in the slightest.

    The young man's arms are thin but contain explosive power, covered with thin muscles, beautiful hands like works of art.

    The owner of the arm was a handsome young man who looked imposing. Ke Minghuai didn't notice this overly superior looking tablemate until now.

    Ke Minghuai looked over in surprise, the eyes of the two collided in mid-air.

    "Qiankun?"

    Ke Minghuai is both familiar and unfamiliar with Qiankun. They are familiar because they often meet each other in youth competitions at home and abroad. Unfamiliar is because they do not communicate privately except on the podium.

    Sometimes the result of the game is tragic, and it is inevitable that his temperament will be damaged. Shen Jin rarely sees Ke Minghuai's depression, and he is still curious about what kind of person can make him so depressed.