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  Lucy Yang looked up with a hopeful expression, following the hand that grasped her wrist, and saw a face without expression but emitting a chill. The soft light shone on the boy's face, casting a faint glow in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

  Lucy Yang's eyes shone with tears as she stared at Duan Chenliang, who had suddenly appeared beside her, and was stunned. Joy and surprise simultaneously struck her heart, time seemed to have stopped at this moment, all the emotions that could not be expressed in words were magnified dramatically at this moment, and then slowly spread out like ripples.

  Although there was still a commotion around him, at this moment, Lucas's eyes only had the young man in front of him.

  Duan Chenliang glanced indifferently at the onlookers, whose murmurs grew louder, but he seemed not to have heard them, pulling Ruxi Yang's wrist and walking straight out of the crowd: "Let's go."

  He said, let's go.

  It's us. Not him, nor her, but us. It's "us" after he and she are added together.

  This sentence instantly softened Lucas's heart, like a soft cotton candy, lightly placed in his mouth, but couldn't bear to chew, only reluctantly holding it in his mouth waiting for it to slowly melt, waiting for it to melt into a sweet honey.

  It seems that no one dares to block Chen Liang's path, and as long as he walks in a certain direction, the crowd will involuntarily make way for him. Ruxi Yang thought that perhaps it was because of his silently chilling gaze that made people not dare to get close to him.

  But such a cold gaze, at this moment for Lucy Yang, is warm, and to some extent gives her scarce sense of security.

  "Everyone's gone, what are you still looking at?" Bai Mo stared for a while at the back of Duan Chenliang and Lu Xiyang as they walked away, then turned his face to the people around him and shouted loudly, "Don't disperse yet?"

  As soon as Bai Mo's words fell, the crowd began to disperse slowly. Facing the scattered paper scraps torn by himself, Bai Mo sighed helplessly, bent down and picked up a few crumpled paper balls and threw them into the trash can.

  Duan Chenliang suddenly appeared and dragged Lucy Yang to walk quickly forward, stepped onto the sky bridge, and after walking down from the sky bridge was Yu Hua's living area. After passing through the long shaded path, and circling around the basketball court behind the girls' dormitory, Duan Chenliang pulled Lucy Yang into the cafeteria.

  Lucy Yang still looked bewildered and didn't notice the strange glances along the way, her brain was still in a completely blank state.

  The canteen was already in an uproar, with a mixture of loud and soft noises that were enough to drown out the sound of Lu Xi Yang constantly sniffing.

  Duanchen Liang finally found a spot in the cafeteria that was closest to the window and most secluded, then let go of Lucy Yang's hand and calmly turned around to say: "Sit here."

  This tone was as if nothing had ever happened, directly ignoring Lucas Yang's confused face.

  Lucy Yang sat down in the empty seat next to her, and it wasn't until she lowered her head that she saw Duan Chenliang's left hand holding a school bag.

  Isn't that her school bag? How did it end up with him?

  Lucy Yang was about to ask Duan Chenliang what was going on, but after carefully putting her school bag down in the empty seat next to her, he turned and left, leaving Lucy Yang with words that had reached the tip of her tongue only to be swallowed back.

  Lucy Yang sat blankly in her seat, watching Duan Chenliang walk to the front of the line at the cafeteria window, and then one by one, people lined up behind him, blocking his tall figure. But Lucy Yang could still see that flaxen-haired head, because among the crowd, Duan Chenliang was the tallest.

  At that time, Lucy Yang thought, maybe this is why she could always recognize him at a glance.

  The canteen occasionally emits a sharp noise from the collision of tableware, and the aunt who collects the dishes is not gentle at all. She picks up the students' used plates and throws them directly into the plate groove, as if they have a deep hatred for the tableware.