"Xiao Xi, where are you going? Aren't you going home?" Ji Xiaoran quickly followed Qian Xi in front.

"Oh, it's time for the exam. I'll go to the library to find some review materials."

"Then let me go with you."

"No, Xiaoran, I'm just going to the library. Besides, the driver is still waiting for me at the door. I'm at the school, nothing will happen to me!" Bai Qianxi smiled brightly, hey, everyone is not leaving here.

, which made her really tired. Yixia went to play basketball, and now Xiaoran followed her closely. She wanted to find some materials to review, but they were worried.

Ji Xiaoran thought for a moment and realized that Fang Linna had been sent away. Qin Qing put down her posture and apologized again today. She went to the library and there should be no problem.

"Okay, you go back, I'm leaving first!" Qian Xi waved her hand and headed towards the library.

At a certain safe passage, under dim lights, a message popped up on the screen of the mobile phone, saying that the target had gone to the library and was ready to take action.

It was time for school to end, and there were not many people in the library. Qian Xi suddenly remembered something, took out her mobile phone and sent a message directly to the driver, Lao Zhang, telling him that she was studying in the library and might be a little late. Finished

message, she silenced her phone.

Qian Xi found the bookshelf in the management department and browsed carefully. Her eyes finally locked on the "Introduction to Modern Economics" on the top of the bookshelf. Qian Xi stood on tiptoes, trying to reach out to get it down, but she was not tall enough.

With a troubled look on her face, she looked around to see if there were any tools she could borrow. Finally, she saw the ladder placed in the corner and was about to get it when she heard a voice, "Is this this book?"

The seven characters "Introduction to Modern Economics" caught Qian Xi's eyes. She looked up and saw Jian Mo appearing beside her at some unknown time.

"Ah, thank you." Qian Xi took the book from his hand and secretly looked at Jian Mo in front of him. He was 180cm tall and could reach it with his hands. He was still the same as when he first saw him, with that faint melancholy aura.

He was the kind of person who spoke very little. Qianxi almost thought he was mute at first, which was shocking enough. He was wearing a white shirt and light blue casual jeans, with a perfect silhouette and still wearing a pair of golden

Wearing silk-rimmed glasses, Jian Mo also held a book in his other hand. Qian Xi took a closer look at "Aesthetic Walking"?

"Do you like art?" Qianxi accidentally asked what was in her heart.

"I paint occasionally to pass the time." His expression was calm but revealed a little helplessness, as if he was describing an event that had nothing to do with the soul.

"Oh." Qian Xi responded in a low voice. She really didn't know what to answer and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. "Then I'll go read a book first!" She raised the "Introduction to Modern Economics" in her hand and found a book.

The reason for leaving. However, the financial management subject is really a headache. If I don’t cram it temporarily, I’m afraid I will fail the course.

"Let's go together." Jian Mo added naturally.

"Ah? Oh, okay." He actually wanted to read a book with him. But this was Qian Xi's first time in the library, and she really didn't know where the reading room was.

"Let's go." Jian Mo didn't think anything of it and walked directly in front of her, Qian Xi followed him silently.

At this point, the library was becoming more and more empty, with rows of bookshelves, and the air was filled with the aroma of ink. By the way, she suddenly remembered how to describe Jian Mo. He was gentle, calm, full of strong scholarly atmosphere, and looked academic.

appearance.

Qian Xi was immersed in her own little world and didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment. She suddenly bumped into a wall of flesh and her little nose hurt. She rubbed her sore nose and looked at the front with a look of grievance.

Jian Mo stopped, but she didn't expect that he looked thin. After this collision, Qian Xi realized that she had underestimated the man in front of her.

Jian Mo pointed to the glass door in front, and took out a key card from his pocket, "This is the private lending room." He seemed to be explaining to Qian Xi, and with a beep, the door opened.

After entering the door, Qian Xi completely understood the meaning of the private lending room. This is a private study room with very neat furnishings, a bookshelf, a desk, two sofas next to the transparent glass window, and a coffee table in the middle. If it is afternoon, the sun will be shining

It is very pleasant to sit in the sun and read a book.

"Sit wherever you like." Jian Mo poured her a glass of water, sat down at the desk, and started reading the book in his hand.

Seeing Jian Mo's cold temperament, Qian Xi didn't say anything anymore. She held her book and sat on the sofa.

Except for the sound of turning pages, there was no other sound in the whole room. Qian Xi had completely walked into the book and was not aware of Jian Mo's concerned gaze at all.

She looked at the contents of each page carefully, picked up the pen from time to time, and copied it in her notebook. Occasionally she frowned and bit the pen holder, as if she encountered something difficult to understand. Her sitting posture was not elegant, maybe because

Because the sofa was so relaxing, she placed her legs on the sofa, which gave her books a backrest, and her notebook was placed on the armrest of the sofa so that she could copy at any time.

Jian Mo looked up at her from time to time, the corners of his mouth showing an arc that he hadn't noticed, and the pencil in his hand rustled on the white paper.

The lights are on indoors, and the soft light is comfortable. The night outside the glass window has long been filled. The two of them create a painting. You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, but you don’t know that you have become someone else’s scenery. The painting on the paper

The girl reflected the starlight outside the window, and her meticulous expression was vividly described by Jian Mo. The boy suddenly had a wonderful idea, the years are quiet, how wonderful it would be if time was frozen at this moment.

A faint burning smell appeared in the air, which interrupted Qian Xi's wandering in the sea of ​​books. She frowned and looked back at Jian Mo, "Did you smell anything strange?" Qian Xi

Suddenly turning around, Jian Mo's expression seemed a little unnatural. He closed the drawing book and returned to his previous demeanor. Listening to Qian Xi's words, he sniffed the air carefully. As she said, there was a burning sensation in the air.

The smell of paste. Jian Mo didn't say anything, but stood up and looked for the smell. Where was the line that was burned? Seeing this, Qian Xi put on her shoes and walked over.

"Jian Mo, look!" She looked frightened and pointed at the glass door. Thick smoke was coming from the gap in the glass door.

Seeing the situation at the door, Jian Mo sighed deeply. The reading room was soundproofed and closed, so the two of them were not aware of what was going on outside the room.

"You look very much like Conan."

"Ah?" Jian Mo's sudden words made Qian Xi confused. What was this situation and what was the relationship between her and Conan.

"You all have the same physique. Wherever you go, there will be disaster." Jian Mo finished the second half of the sentence quietly.

"You're still in the mood to make fun of me. What's going on? Can we go out now?" Qian Xi was speechless. She couldn't understand at all. What kind of brain circuit does Jian Mo have? Is it a cold sense of humor?

"Come here." He waved to Qianxi, who ran directly through the screen and stood by the glass door, looking at the scene outside. She was so frightened that she could not speak!
Chapter completed!