Every time the whole class rehearses, Su Rourou and Luo Yichen are not on the same frequency. That''s because they are holding their breath and deliberately want to fight each other.

When Luo Yichen sang fast, Su Rourou deliberately slowed down the beat; Luo Yichen sang slowly, and Su Rourou deliberately accelerated the rhythm.

The most direct result of their anger is that the whole class has to practice with them - over and over again.

Finally, even the teacher couldn''t look down: "I heard that you are neighbors? After you go back, practice tacit understanding and rhythm in private. Come again!"

"Yes." Su Rourou nodded like a clever little rabbit, but she had cursed Luo Yichen countless times in her heart.

Who wants to practice with him! I hate to see him and don''t want to say a word to him!

Luo Yichen looked very polite on the surface and nodded to the teacher. In fact, what he thought was another matter.

How long hasn''t he spoken to her? No more, no less. It''s just half a year. He calculates it very clearly every day.

At first, his husband ignored her angrily. Later, he didn''t know what was wrong with him. He even began to want to talk to her.

He felt that he was really worthless, but when there was no one, he always unconsciously thought about how to talk to her and what to say so that he wouldn''t be looked down upon by her.

Every time he practiced in his heart for countless times, but every time he saw her, he couldn''t say it again when he saw that she was indifferent to herself.

Although on the surface he is very cold, his desire to talk to her is getting stronger and stronger!

…………

In the evening, Luo Yichen returned home. Just after dinner, he paced back and forth in the living room and looked at his mobile phone from time to time. Will she come to him tonight?

A good student like Su rourourou should not dare to disobey the teacher''s arrangement.

Some bolder servants spoke.

"Young master, can you stop going? It makes me dizzy."

"Young master, can you stop sighing?"

"Cough, who told you to stand here, get out!" Luo Yichen became angry when he saw that his little worry had been exposed.

"Yes, young master." The servants followed one by one, and one of them turned to Luo Yichen and said, "young master, are you waiting for Rourou to come and play? Why don''t you take the initiative to send a text message?"

"Who told you! There are so many things!" Luo Yichen put his mobile phone back into his trouser pocket and stared at him coldly, "don''t you go out quickly!"

After the group of servants left, he unconsciously took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket and looked at the contact column on the screen in a daze.

After a long time, he finally summoned up his courage and sent a text message to Su Rourou. Of course, he said to himself in his heart that he didn''t talk to her. Texting is not talking!

Luo Yichen: [rehearsal tonight, when will you come over]

The style of short message is like his usual sparing words like gold. But only he knows how long it took him to type these words and then press the send button.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn''t wait for Su Rourou''s reply.

Just when he suspected that his mobile phone was broken and was ready to kill her directly, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

Luo Yichen immediately picked up the mobile phone with ecstasy

Su Rourou: [why should I go there.]