The World Owes Me a First Love

Seeing the colleagues leave one by one, Xing Yun's mood is a bit complicated. She feels like a kindergarten child waiting for her parents to claim her.

The sky is getting darker and the stomach is getting hungry... The "parents" who came to lead her are still having a very happy conversation with Mr. Wang and the others in the office...

In fact, she didn't have to wait, because she was too hungry and left first. I believe Xia Ke would not say much, but there is one thing she cares about-why did he go to see Yao Qing's circle of friends? !

It's just that I can understand it by the way, but the tone of his voice just now was obviously deliberately checked!

Therefore, Xing Yun decided to stick to it, she wanted to ask clearly.

The waiting time was a bit long. She had to read comics to kill her boredom. Looking at it, she became more and more engaged, and she couldn't remember how long it took...

"You still like watching this kind of stuff."

Suddenly a low male voice came from behind her.

She gave a sharp jerky shot, turned around suddenly, and was taken aback when she saw someone coming.

It is the man who came with Mr. Wang just now. Although he is much more silent than Mr. Wang, Xing Yun still has some impression of him, and there is no special reason. After all, the person who has just met, even if he has barely spoken. It’s impossible to forget so quickly, right?

"You...Hello..." She stood up subconsciously to block the computer screen, glanced past him, and glanced at the direction of Xia Ke's office. Are they finally finished talking?

Before she could ask, the man in front of him offered an explanation, "They're still talking, it's probably going to be a while."

"Oh..." Her gaze returned to him, keeping a polite smile, "Are you bored to breathe out?"

"Yeah." He nodded, and glanced at the computer screen behind her, "The taste has changed."

"what?"

"This is the next year, right? Didn't you hate it before?"

...Shut up! So far the only man in this world who can let her discuss all kinds of BL knowledge nonchalantly is Xia Ke!

Xing Yun was in a hurry, and finally shrank the web page on the computer. After successfully covering up the evidence of shame, she gradually calmed down and realized something later.

"Before?" Did they know each other before? !

Finally noticed it? He smiled and opened his lips, "My surname is Zhang, my name is Zhang Sirui, thinking of missing, wise and wise."

Zhang Sirui? A bit familiar!

She was pretty sure she had heard the name, but for a while she couldn't remember when it was. As a result, she frowned slightly and looked at the man in front of her carefully. She thought that she was not blind, and if she had seen it, she would definitely be able to think of it.

To help Xing Yun recall, he took off his glasses very cooperatively.

Unlike the gentle temperament he showed just now, an extremely delicate face came into Xing Yun's eyes in an instant.

His skin is very fair, so smooth that you can’t help but want to touch it. His nose is very tall, he has clean eyebrows, and he has a faint smile, as if he would say it in a slightly pampering tone in the next second. ——"It's not that simple, it's stupid."

This familiar line made Xing Yun's memory instantly awakened...

"Zhang San!!!" she exclaimed excitedly.

He smiled deeper. "It's been a long time since I heard anyone call me that."

"It's really you!" After the excitement, she began to realize the etiquette problem, "Ah, sorry, shouldn't I call you like that again?"

"It's okay, if you get used to it, just call it that way, I don't hate it."

How could it not be annoying? For three years in high school, he was simply bored with this country-like name.

The name comes from his self-introduction when he met Xing Yunchu-

At that time, she said with some pride: "My parents hope that I can be lucky all my life, so they named me Xing Yun, how about you?"

He answered honestly, "My dad said that he had a wish since he was a child. If he has a son in the future, he must be called Zhang San, but my mother was too dirty. In the end, they compromised and called Zhang Sirui."

"...Where is the compromise?"

"Chinese and English version."

"Zhang Sirui...Zhang three? Hahahahahahahaha...Zhang three...hahahahahaha..."

"..."

"Then I will call you Zhang San from now on, hahahahaha..."

"..."

Her parents' painstaking efforts were thus ruined by her and carried forward.

Throughout his high school career, everyone called him that, even when the teacher asked him to answer a question by name, he would blurt out—"Zhang San, you can answer this question."

Whenever this happens, she always snickers with her head down.

The sun, the creeper, the lazy atmosphere in the afternoon classroom, and her smile... Until many years later, when he recalled the scene at that time, he still couldn't help but curl his mouth...