Undercurrent

On the night of self-study that night when he was transferred from the key class to the experimental class due to missing an exam, Yan He lay motionless on the table as soon as he entered the classroom, his body shaking as if he was crying. After a while, his new deskmate Ling Mian reached out and poked his arm. Ling Mian: "You disturbed my sleep." Yan He tilted his head, revealing only half of his face. Ling Mian lowered his eyes and pushed a small packet of paper in front of Yan He. "Why did you give me paper?" Yan He didn't understand. "Do you think I'm crying?" Ling Mian looked like he understood everything: "Don't be embarrassed, you just cried like a cat." Yan He: "..." Ling Mian: "?" I suspect this paper will expire if I don't use it up today. Yan He couldn't bear it anymore and unzipped his school uniform jacket in front of Ling Mian. The white cat's head emerged from the clothes and meowed softly. The little milk cat has round eyes and looks cute and cute, which is inversely proportional to its fierce and handsome deskmate. Ling Mian took out a tissue from his bag, handed it to the kitten's face and teased it: "Here, I'll wipe the shit out of your eyes." Yan He looked at his expression and was at a loss for words: "This cat... I plan to raise it as my son." #Like you, it's the undercurrent under the scorching sun# Mission: Youth is invincible