He used to sing and play piano for her

  The next day, in the afternoon, a faint rustling sound could be heard from a corner of the reading room. Upon closer inspection, it was found that a slender girl was tidying up a bookshelf filled with yellowed newspapers, and it was Tang Jiji.

  Whenever Wen Le slightly tidied up a stack of newspapers, a lot of dust would fall on her face, and the dust would fly around her. Her originally clean and moving face suddenly became particularly disheveled. However, when Tang Jiji slightly turned to wipe her face, the huge bookshelf would seem to be unable to support itself and continue to drop newspapers.

  Wen Le, sitting at the table pretending to read a book, shook his head and sighed: "Tang Jiji, this is retribution in this life. I worked hard to get two invitations to Shen Nan's birthday party, but you didn't even bother to respond? What's going on, are you going to give in to me now?"

  "It's absolutely impossible." Tang Ji said through gritted teeth, his eyes falling on the large pile of newspapers that had fallen in the corner, his brow furrowing slightly.

  It's like this...

  Because Tang Jiji was late to school, her moral education class opening essay is also missing. This morning after finishing the moral education class, Gu Boyue, as the representative of the moral education class, kindly reminded her that the essay had not been handed in and it would be due at the latest by the day after tomorrow.

  After lunch, Tang Jiji hurried to the newspaper reading room to find relevant materials, but Wen Le followed her closely.

  "Tang Jiji, it's hard to refuse your kindness, so just agree with me to attend Shen Nan's birthday party together." Wen Le said persuasively beside him.

  Tang Jiji didn't even lift an eyebrow, her fingers rummaging through the thick stack of newspapers on the bookshelf in this corner, finally finding the paper she wanted, just as she was about to pick it up, Wen Le intercepted her.

  "Cough. If you want to, come with me, otherwise..." Wen Le protected the newspaper and didn't give it to her, waiting for Tang Jiji to compromise, but unfortunately Tang Jiji wasn't having it and directly turned around to leave.

  Wen Le saw the situation and hastily said, "Okay, don't be angry, here you are." She handed it over to Tang Jiji, but when Tang Jiji took it, she accidentally bumped into the corner of the bookshelf. Suddenly, a pile of newspapers and magazines fell from above, covering the floor with yellowed old papers. To make matters worse, this scene was caught in the eyes of the newspaper administrator.

  Then, the scene of Tang Ji quietly tidying up the newspapers appeared. However, she was clumsy, and just as she had picked up the last fallen newspaper and placed it on a corner of the bookshelf, her hand trembled slightly, and in an instant, the books on top fell down without any reserve...

  Fortunately, a pair of strong hands pulled her out of her daze. Tang Jiji lowered her head and saw the slender and fair hand, and was stunned for a moment, with an obvious black mole on her little finger.

  How could she not recognize such a good-looking pair of hands?

  I still remember the owner of these hands, who once played Schumann's "Scenes from Childhood" for her at her birthday party. The melody flowing through his fingers was so beautiful, but she just laughed at him for playing a piece that only children would love to play.

  I still remember the owner of these hands, who used to play guitar and sing to comfort her when she was sad. This was also the only romantic part of his otherwise dull personality, yet she still complained that he didn't know how to speak sweet words.

  Tang Jiji suddenly remembered... He was also in Nanda!

  Tang Jiji suddenly didn't dare to lift her head, until Wen Le rushed over and anxiously asked her: "Jiji, are you okay?"

  Tang Jiji stiffened at the corners of his lips and shook his head: "I'm fine."

  When he slightly raised his eyes again, he met Ye Ningxin's gaze, and his eyes were as usual. He opened his lips and said, "It's good that you're fine."

  Her tone was so light and casual that she didn't know how to react. Ye Ning's gaze, Ye Ning's words to her, were limited to those of a stranger, with only a hint of concern within his inherent compassion, without crossing the line.

  "Hey! Ji, don't bother tidying up this bookshelf, it's always getting messy again after you've cleaned it up... Is the school really that poor? Can't even afford to fix the bookshelves?" Wen Le gazed at the faded and dusty bookshelf behind him with dissatisfaction.

  Ye Ning gazed at the bookshelf filled with many scratches, her figure walking to the middle of the bookshelf, fixing a central position before turning sideways to tell Tang Ji and Wen Le: "This bookshelf is considered an artifact, so it can't be repaired or moved. As long as you don't touch this central position, it's fine."

  The ash that fell on Yening's face was a dusty and disheveled appearance, but it still couldn't help but draw people's attention.

  Wen Le looked at Ye Ning's clean and handsome profile in front of him, and his voice also became softer: "Cough, this classmate looks very familiar..."

  "Uh-huh, I'm also the administrator of this newspaper." Ye Ning's soft voice carried through the air and into his ears, exceptionally clear but also as cold as ever.

  "I see." Wen Le chuckled and winked at him: "Then I'll leave these newspapers and bookshelves to you!" After that, he was about to pull Tang Jiji out.

  Ye Ning nodded slightly without lifting her head and murmured "uh-huh".

  "Hey! How can these be sorted by others......" Tang Jiji was about to stop but was pulled away by Wen Le, only she didn't notice Ye Ningxin's hand slightly trembling for a moment.

  Tang Jiji took a few steps back and looked at the shadow of Ye Ning's back, with a hint of sadness floating in her heart, then let Wen Le pull her away.

  Yè Níng Xìn, Yè Níng Xìn. It turns out you've become someone else.