It's been a month now, and there is still no news from her. Bai Yang is anxious and thinks of her day and night, searching for her everywhere, and as a result, he looks extremely haggard.

  Many times, he was desperate, staring blankly around him, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him. He opened the window, took out a camel cigarette, American tobacco, pungent and choking, familiarly lit it up. The smoke spread into the air, shrouding his face. His stomach cramped with pain, as if there was an invisible hand grasping at his heart.

  At 3 am, he could no longer bear the torture and threw the remaining cigarette butt out of the window. The faint red light drew a shocking line in the darkness and disappeared into the darkness.

  It's hard to see a smile on Bai Yang's face, always silent and introverted, which makes many girls even more infatuated. The English department flower of Peking University, Zhan Lei, took the initiative to come to Tsinghua to pursue Bai Yang, from time to time you can see this beauty often go to listen in.

  Of course, many girls went to listen to Bai Yang's class, but there weren't many like Zhan Lei who were outstanding in every way. She was truly a beauty with both brains and looks, a real gem. She graduated from Beijing Fourth Middle School, the same school as Xu Ning, although Xu Ning studied science while she studied liberal arts. Her English pronunciation was flawless, whether it was British or American English. To be honest, her English level was good enough to work as a simultaneous interpreter without any problems. The most impressive thing about Zhan Lei was her family background - her whole family were diplomats, starting from her grandfather who worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Her father was one of the main people in charge at the Chinese Embassy in the US, and her mother was the chief translator at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, fluent in English, French, German, and Spanish.

  Bai Yang's excellence had been heard of since high school, but she had never seen Bai Yang's true face until she learned from her senior Wang Jiale that Bai Yang was at Tsinghua. The first time she saw him, she was amazed by his stunning appearance, and couldn't believe that the Bai Yang often talked about by girls could be so handsome, making her heart beat faster for no reason. Although she knew Wang Jiale also liked Bai Yang, she still couldn't control her own heart, thinking about Bai Yang all day, wanting to be with him. In the end, she completely let go and took the initiative to pursue a boy for the first time, knowing that she had always been the one being pursued.

  She always chooses a position behind Bai Yang, looking at his back makes her very satisfied. When the class is over, she will follow far behind Bai Yang, carefully keeping the distance between herself and Bai Yang. She should be considered one of the most understanding secret admirers, not disturbing others but letting them unknowingly get used to your existence until one day they turn around and find you.

  Yes, Bai Yang had always known that there was a girl quietly watching him. He didn't have any impression of other girls, but he did have an impression of this girl because from afar she looked a bit like Tong Jing, but if you look closely, they don't really look alike.

  As usual, Zhan Lei quietly followed behind Bo Yang, not speaking or disturbing him.

  But unexpectedly, Bai Yang stopped in his tracks, turned around and calmly looked at her.

  The sudden eye contact made Zhan Lei instantly flustered, and she didn't even know where to put her own hands.

  "Don't follow me anymore—" Bai Yang's face was expressionless, his voice low and hoarse, without a hint of tone, as if he were a priest driving away people's evil thoughts.

  Zhan Lei stopped in her tracks, her thick eyelashes half-closing over her black eyes as she gazed at Bo Yang with a hint of a smile, "Are you talking to me?"

  "As soon as I heard that, hurry up and get away from me. I'm most annoyed when others follow me," Bai Yang said, not even giving her a glance, quickening his pace.

  Zhan Lei didn't know why she desperately wanted to follow him, it was the first time he spoke to himself and also the first time he looked at her with a serious expression. She had been waiting for this moment like waiting for the stars and moon, finally waited until now, her emotions were stirred up and she couldn't control herself from wanting to follow him.

  "You actually noticed me a long time ago, didn't you?" Zhan Lei quickly ran up to catch up with Bai Yang, and somehow found the courage to grab onto Bai Yang, who was still walking forward, and asked.

  Bo Yang somewhat impatiently shook off her hand, but Zhan Lei held on tightly, "Bo Yang, you must know who I am, right?"

  Bo Yang turned his head and sneered, "I'm not interested in you at all, stop bothering me!"

  This sentence was like a fine needle that touched the hidden place in Zhan Lei's chest, making her feel a dull pain, when had she ever been ridiculed like this.

  "It doesn't matter, you're not interested in me now, I believe that one day, you will be interested in me!" Zhan Lei forced a smile, pretending she didn't mind.

  "My father has a woman, no need for you to take the initiative to send her to his door." Bo Yang said sarcastically, with disdain in his eyes.

  Zhan Lei's hands trembled slightly as she slowly lowered her own hands, finding it hard to accept this fact for a moment.

  Bo Yang didn't waste another second, and walked straight forward. He didn't want to say such hurtful words either, but he really wasn't interested in dealing with anyone unrelated to Tong Jing, just keep away from me.

  Yang Pu is now completely submerged in the library, you will find that most of his time is spent in the library, he doesn't go to play World of Warcraft, doesn't go to play table tennis, doesn't go to bars, doesn't go to kick football, doesn't go to play basketball, quietly reading books all the time, he tries hard to calm down, wants to purify his own heart, and even forces himself not to think about Tong Jing.

  This is already the thirtieth day that Tong Jing has disappeared. He drew a 30 on paper and stared at it for a long time, feeling suffocated in his heart and unable to breathe. His eyes were filled with unbearable sorrow, and he felt very powerless.

  Xu Ning stood at the corner of the bookshelf, gazing far away at Yang Pu in the most remote corner, his eyes slowly becoming moist. What to do? He really wanted to walk over to him and hug him tightly.