Give Me A Hug (BL)

Chapter 18 [Library]

Before the end of the semester, there are not many people in the library and there are a lot of empty seats.

Xie Jiaran followed Liang Sunian in, and they chose a window seat on the third floor and sat down.

Liang Sunian spent nearly an hour explaining most of the remaining half of the test paper from yesterday. He stayed on one of the typical questions for a while and took out a notebook he brought with him.

The blue and white cover is not brand new and looks like it has been used for a long time.

"I took some notes during class. You may find them useful. The first part is all basic knowledge. You can read them in your free time, or do some exercises. You should have no problem passing the final exam."

It is easiest to feel lazy in the afternoon, and listening to the logic questions makes people dizzy. Xie Jiaran was sleepy a long time ago, and he almost endured the rest of the day by resisting the sleepiness.

His reaction slowed down. He took Liang Sunian's notebook and flipped through it. The handwriting was beautiful and the format was neat, but they were not as eye-catching as the small lace borders of fruit illustrations on each page.

There is no doubt that a notebook full of a girl's childish innocence is incompatible with Liang Sunian's personality.

Seeing him staring at the footer in a daze, Liang Sunian couldn't help but sneer: "I just bought it casually at the stationery store at the school gate. The cover looks simple, but I didn't expect it to be so fancy inside. But since I bought it, I can only use it."

"It looks pretty good." Xie Jiaran said slowly, with a hint of subtle fatigue in his voice.

Liang Sunian said: "Indeed, I used to get used to it and thought it was cute, but now I don't think so anymore."

Xie Jiaran tilted his head and asked, "Why?"

"Because there is no harm without comparison."

Liang Sunian pointed at the book and said, "None of the paintings above are as good as yours."

With his smiling face, it's hard not to feel that he is flattering.

The sun sets lower and lower, and the sunlight, with arcs, jumps and spreads onto every floor.

Liang Sunian asked Xie Jiaran what he wanted to drink, went downstairs to find a vending machine, and when he was paying, he met a male classmate, who looked at him with surprise.

"It's a rare thing. Our great scholar of politics and law would actually go to the library? This is the first time in history, right? Are you sure I'm not seeing things?"

Liang Sunian bent down and took out two bottles of soda water, and glared at him: "Why, can't I come to the library again?"

"It's not that I can't come, I just don't want to come." The male classmate said, "You haven't been to the library since freshman year, so why are you so interested in coming here to check in today?"

“It’s not a punch card.”

Liang Sunian thought about it and gave himself a precise positioning for this trip: "It should be barely categorized as a precise one-on-one temporary tutor."

"Teacher?" The male student was delighted: "Which kid has the honor to receive one-on-one tutoring from our great talent in the Department of Political Science and Law?"

"Hmm... a future artist who is rich in artistic talent but lacks in scientific logic."

When Liang Sunian returned to the third floor with the water, the future artist had already fallen asleep on the table.