: At the beginning of the first class, Shen Zhan never came.

Lin Jiayin curled her lips, she might as well take another course, this "Introduction to Electronics General Knowledge" is about to torture her to death.
Frowning halfway, she suddenly thought of something.
"!"
He just said that if he goes to elective courses, it should be the "General Knowledge of Electronic Introduction"!
"Shen Zhan." Lin Jiayin whispered to him.
No response.
She continued to shout: "Shen Zhan? Shen Zhan?"
"..." Shen Zhan returned her angrily, "said."
"Are you going to go to "Introduction to Electronics" tomorrow?"
"Ok."
"It's a coincidence, me too."
"..." Shen Zhan wanted to say it by accident, and finally only made a weak "um".
Lin Jiayin lifted the quilt in excitement, revealing her whole face: "Unexpectedly, I still have the opportunity to sit in the same classroom with you and have a class."
"The last time was three years ago, when I was sitting behind you, and I looked at your back as a blackboard in class every day."
"No, right? You don't look good on the blackboard."
"Can I enter the classroom with you tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, I will pretend not to know you."
After she finished speaking, the room fell silent again.
"Huh? Are you asleep? Did you fall asleep so soon?"
"Shen Zhan?" Lin Jiayin propped up her upper body and looked at him: "If you fall asleep, give me a squeak, and I won't speak."
"..."
Why do you scream to her when you fall asleep?
Shen Zhan finally couldn't help it, turned over and sat up, his tone a little grumpy: "Don't want your mouth anymore?"
Lin Jiayin retracted her head quickly, her quilt was tightly covered, and after a while, she couldn't help but poked her head out again.
His lips opened, and he hesitated for three seconds. The voice was smaller than a mosquito: "Don't be angry, really, the last sentence."
Shen Zhan's head tilted slightly, and he pulled the quilt at the same time.
Lin Jiayin tacitly agreed that he agreed with her to speak.
"A piece of glass is about to jump off the building, guess what it will say?"
Shen Zhan's voice was light and perfunctory: "What?"
She retracted into the bed, her voice muffled: "Good night, I'm broken!"
"..."
The author has something to say: Lin Jiayin: I don’t want my mouth anymore, can you just stick it on your face :)