Seeing Feng Manye looking like he was sneaking around in the middle of the night again, the class bell rang.
Gu Hengqiu was about to kick him out of his seat, but he woke up again, and Gu Hengqiu couldn't bring himself to do it.
He lazily glanced at his deskmate, who pointed Gu Hengqiu toward the obvious solution: "Deskmate, switch classes. Out of sight, out of mind. You can take your classes, and I'll sleep through mine."
As it turned out, that wasn't how things worked. Even after switching to another class, they often ran into each other, and ended up at the same university.
Fortunately, they were in different departments, so they only saw each other at a few big events each year. Besides, Feng Manye dropped out in his sophomore year. For Hengqiu, that just meant one less pain in the neck.
A few years later, after graduating from university, Gu Hengqiu became an agent. Before he even met his client, he had already dropped dead on the spot. Let us observe three seconds of silence for him...
Theme: The wind brings autumn's chill, and the night is deep, while Gu Songlin's heart is already in autumn.
