"Oh? It had been a few days since Bai Zihao's promise. Nangong Zhe opened the bag as he spoke. Inside was the information he wanted. He took it out and looked at it.？？？A blank piece of paper.
"Hmm?" Nangong Zhe frowned. Was Bai Zihao toying with him?
"I'm not playing with you. As you can see, I can't find a single word about Seventeen.”Bai Zihao was depressed. To think that someone's background would be protected so well. Suddenly, Bai Zihao seemed to have thought of something and said,"Oh right, here you go."
He handed Nangong Zhe a form that everyone had to fill out when they registered for the new semester.
He saw a standard A4 paper form with only two empty spaces: Name: 17 Age: 17
Nangong Zhe was sweating. Seventeen, seventeen. How much did this Seventeen love Seventeen?
"Alright, you go first." Nangong Zhe rubbed his eyes. He really felt a sense of loss.
" Student Nangong." Bai Zihao didn't leave."I heard that you promised Seventeen that you would compete in Taekwondo with her next Monday?”
Nangong was stunned. Where did this guy get his information? If he didn't spread it, it was impossible for Seventeen to spread it.
"Yes." Nangong Zhe was not prepared to explain too much to Bai Zihao.
"Why? Are you really going to hit a woman?" Bai Zihao's casual words actually made Nangong Zhe?？？？He was stunned.
No wonder, no wonder that woman would say with such certainty," No, you won't win.
Ahhhh!
Nangong Zhe was on the verge of breaking down.
In the afternoon, when Nangong Zhe went to look for a certain someone in Class 16 of Commerce and Trade with a dark face, the whole class exploded. In fact, Nangong Zhe was also studying Commerce and Trade, but he was only a second-year student.(It should be mentioned here that Nangong Zhe was originally the president, not the temporary president mentioned by the higher-ups.)
Nangong Zhe ignored the many admiring eyes and looked around the classroom. He found that Seventeen was sleeping on the table.
She sat in the corner with a boy.
That boy was called Baili. His results were shockingly good, but he had made her stay in the first grade for two years in a row.
Nangong Zhe walked to Seventeen's side and wanted to slap her awake, but Baili easily caught his wrist.
Then, Baili lowered his head and quickly wrote on the paper with his left hand because his right hand was holding Nangong Zhe. She was sleeping. The handwriting was still delicate and powerful.
Using his left hand was no different from using his right hand. What a strange person.
After handing over the note, Baili let go of Nangong Zhe's hand and sat quietly beside Seventeen, drawing something on the paper.
When Seventeen was sleeping, he seemed to be having a nightmare. His brows were tightly furrowed. Nangong Zhe lowered his head and looked at Seventeen. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently touch Seventeen's furrowed brows with his index finger. Slowly, slowly, as if there was a magical power, Seventeen's nightmare seemed to disappear and he slept soundly.
Nangong Zhe's lips curled up.
All of the students in the class widened their eyes in shock…
In Baili's painting, there was a young girl who had her brows tightly furrowed when she slept. There was a young man who smoothed her brows. Another youth with flaxen hair stood outside the door…
Nangong Zhe left, and the noise in class finally affected No. 17. No. 17 stretched his waist lazily as if he had a nightmare. Then, he dreamed of something very strange. He felt that there was a force between his eyebrows that could make all evil disappear.
He turned around and saw Baili painting. Seventeen smiled.
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