Chapter 51 Did Wen Zhiyan forget his number as soon as he returned?

Lang Yu groaned, and after fussing for a long time, he sent the link to Jiang Lan.

Before Jiang Lan clicked in, he saw a red title with the word "Explosion" written on it.

#HD无码! The freshmen of S University suddenly showed up with the top-notch beauty Omega, and the original camera took the picture #

江兰 secretly cursed, what kind of rubbish headlines, and dared to use high-definition and uncensored slogans in all posts.

As soon as he clicked on the post, he took the lead to click on the report, then slid the page and looked down.

He didn't see anything written in the copy, and all he could see were two photos of Wen Zhiyan.

The backgrounds are all bland.

One picture is of serving food at the cafeteria window. Wen Zhiyan is holding a plate. He is tall and thin, with a very straight back. The little knot on the back of his head looks very casual, but the curvature of the back of his head is very round, which makes him look very cute. .

Jiang Lan enlarged the photo and looked at Wen Zhiyan's profile.

He has three courts and five eyes, and his proportions are too beautiful to be true. His eyelashes are long and slightly drooping, and his nose is high. You can see the small mole on the side of his nose that is as big as a needle tip.

But Jiang Lan's attention was focused on the dinner plate held by Wen Zhiyan.

There was only a small portion of rice and a vegetarian dish.

According to the price of the dishes in the S cafeteria, this meal costs no more than five yuan.

Jiang Lan frowned, slid her fingers, and saw the second photo.

It was in the studio on the first floor of the Department of Design, and the shooting angle was across the window.

Wen Zhiyan was probably measuring the proportions of the painting with a pencil. He leaned back slightly and squinted one eye, avoiding the obstruction of the drawing board and being reflected in the camera.

The collar of his broad white shirt was slightly open, and a thin silver necklace hung on his slender neck.

Jiang Lan didn't see it last night. She didn't know whether it was Wen Zhiyan who didn't wear it or whether he lost it when he was fighting with someone last night.

And just these two photos without any trace of Photoshop were shared by many alumni in just one day.

There are thousands of high-rise buildings below, and everyone is talking about Wen Zhiyan.

[Those who were deceived by the title originally thought they had entered the wrong website, but ended up being unable to get out. Isn’t this much prettier than that popular little actress? ]

[Why is there such an omega in S University? I've almost graduated and I haven't seen it yet! ]

[Are you sure there is no p picture? It doesn't look very real. 】

【With all due respect, we are both omegas, and I would not dare to post pictures like this. ]

[Looks like he is from the oil painting department? ]

[Department of design, right? That studio is a studio of the design department. 】

【Why haven't I seen such a beautiful person during military training? Are you wearing makeup? 】

【A freshman in the design department. I will testify with my real name. He looks like this, but he is very low-key and a bit lonely. ]

[ Wen Zhiyan! I knew he was going to be popular, so I stood next to him during military training. Damn it, I didn’t know what the instructor was saying the whole time, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the side of his face! ]

[Why doesn't he smile? If he looks like this, will he have any troubles? ]

[+1 for the new student in the design department. His family's conditions seem to be very poor. He had to pay for two team building meetings at the beginning of the semester, but he didn't come. He seems to be working in a coffee shop. ]

[Is anyone in the design department ready to make a move? If not, the alphas of the physical education department must start a fair competition! 】

【Pull him down, he is a flower of the high mountain. My roommate is tall and handsome. I have been hit a wall several times in my efforts to be attentive, but I still haven’t gotten my contact information. ]

[I remember him, he seems to have some relationship with Jiang Lan from their department. ]

[I heard that Jiang Lan is dating, but Jiang Lan himself has been denying it. Their classmates said that it seemed to be true and they were just making trouble. ]

.........

There were different opinions on the post. Jiang Lan read it for half an hour, probably because he felt a headache from staying up all night. When he found that the post had not been deleted, he reported it again.

Then I put down my phone, and was about to close my eyes for a while before talking, when I remembered that I didn't seem to have passed the verification application for new friends.

Jiang Lan opened the most commonly used social software. The new friend column was empty, and there were no friend applications.

He turned off the Internet, turned it back on, and refreshed the page.

Still not.

Jiang Lan thought for a while and felt that his new best friend was probably asleep.

He put down his phone and just closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Damn it, did Wen Zhiyan forget his number as soon as he returned?

Jiang Lan thought about it, hesitated for a while, and decided to wait.

Then he put down his phone, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

But what was disappointing was that Jiang Lan didn't receive any new friend requests until one o'clock in the afternoon when he was woken up by a call from the student union.

Jiang Lan felt that Wen Zhiyan must have forgotten his number.

He sat up from the bed and looked at Xiao Fei who was sitting at the desk after playing a game and taking off his headphones and said:

"Xiao Fei."

Xiao Fei turned around and said, "What's wrong, Brother Lan?"

Jiang Lan reported his phone number. Number.

Xiaofei: "???"

Jiang Lan looked at him: "Do you remember?"

Xiaofei shook his head.

Jiang Lan pursed her lower lip, said it twice in a row, and then asked:

"Do you remember?"

Xiaofei pondered for a moment and tried to report a series of numbers.

It cannot be said to be exactly the same as what Jiang Lan said just now, it can only be said to have nothing to do with it.

Jiang Lan opened his mouth: "Except for the first three, none of the last eight numbers match up."

Xiao Fei let out a sigh and said in disbelief:

"Really? I remember it is like this, Brother Lan "No, let's just say it. My brain capacity is limited and I can't hold so many things."

Jiang Lan struggled to ask:

"Then how did you memorize the key points during the college entrance examination?"

Xiao Fei said: "I." I applied for special recruitment, and I am very good at majors. I am not good at cultural courses, especially numbers. I am not sensitive, and I only scored 38 points in mathematics."

Jiang Lan understood.

Wen Zhiyan may also be a special admissions student.

He sighed and decided to go to class first.

But because he was thinking about something, Jiang Lan seemed a little absent-minded all afternoon, and he would take out his mobile phone to look at it from time to time.

Many people like to think wildly before they get a definite answer to a question.

Jiang Lan is no exception.

As time passed, the speculation in Jiang Lan's mind had started from the very beginning, that Wen Zhiyan might have forgotten his phone number, to countless other possibilities.

For example, is Wen Zhiyan still sleeping?

For example, would Wen Zhiyan not be able to sleep because he stayed up late to climb mountains?

For another example, is it possible that Wen Zhiyan was just kidding himself? In fact, he didn't want to add his contact information at all.

But if that's the case, wouldn't it be okay if he didn't ask? Why bother asking Jiang Lan?

Did you regret it after asking? Or is it just a matter of boredom and idleness in order to show off one's own charm, and once you get it, you will feel that it is nothing more than that, boring and meaningless?

The more Jiang Lan thought about it, the more irritated she felt. She was about to try to put this matter behind her and persuade herself that it didn't matter, it didn't matter, it didn't matter.

But when I took out my phone for the last time, I saw a message from an unknown number.

Jiang Lan felt nervous and quickly opened the message.

[Brother Lan, I’ll wait for you downstairs where you have class. ]

There was no signature, but Jiang Lan knew at a glance that it was Wen Zhiyan.

He wanted to ask Wen Zhiyan why he hadn't added him as a friend, but his fingertips paused on the screen for a moment and he didn't ask. He only replied:

[Do you know where I am? 】

The other party quickly replied:

【Well, this is not my number. I won’t talk about it for now. I’ll see you later. 】

Jiang Lan looked at the information on the screen and frowned.

Isn't it Wen Zhiyan's number?

He didn't know what Wen Zhiyan was up to, so he just put away his phone, waited for the bell to ring, then said hello to his roommate and left the classroom first.

When I got downstairs, I saw a familiar figure standing at the door of the teaching building, wearing a light blue shirt.

Wen Zhiyan seemed to feel something. When Jiang Lan saw him, he turned around and waved to him.