When sitting in the classroom, Yu Chu was expressionless.
Everyone was cheated by the brat. Although this school grass has a beautiful face, most of the time he is cool and handsome, and occasionally he is as soft and cute as a child...
but!
In his heart, however, there is nothing, comparison, yellow, violence!
Thinking of him looking straight at him, with a smile in his voice, and slowly describing what he wanted to do... Yu Chu's ears turned red involuntarily.
In the original owner's memory, school grass Ji Chen was not like this.
The deepest impression on the original owner was that during morning exercises in winter, a group of boys moved uncoordinatedly on the playground. Only a slender boy stood lazily outside the line, with his hands in his pockets, his eyes faint and careless , and clear and cold.
The cultural and sports committee member in his class is a girl who always entrusts him with the task of monitoring morning exercises.
Only in this way, every morning, there is an excuse for dialogue, in exchange for the boy to raise his eyes and say lazily that he understands.
In the impression of the girls, Ji Chen was not considered aloof. Teenagers sometimes laugh, and the corners of their beautiful eyes and brows are youthful and reckless. But he was very difficult to get close to.
Very hard. He has no friends at all.
From these fragmentary memories, what is pieced together is a heart-pounding pure white boy, not an invincible hooligan with a violent heart.
Yu Chu thought expressionlessly.
This week just in time for the rearrangement of seats, Ji Chen sat lazily on the seat next to her.
People who passed by felt a chill inexplicably, their bodies took a step faster than their brains, and subconsciously avoided it.
After the whole class was seated, Yu Chu sat in the middle and front, and the empty seat beside him was very eye-catching.
The head teacher looked around, and pointed at the students behind him strangely, "Zhou Yang, don't you have bad eyesight? There is a seat here. Lin Ying, what are you doing sitting in the back, won't the front get in the way? Who of you come over here?" , sit forward."
The students who were named shrank their heads, "It's okay, teacher, it's good to sit here."
"...Okay." The class teacher looked at the students strangely, and finally nodded.
There was nothing around Yu Chu.
She glanced at the seat beside her, the smiling teenager lying on the desk, feeling a little helpless.
She took out a post-it note from the drawer and wrote on the note: This is not good, sitting like this is too conspicuous.
The boy sat up, his black hair covered half of his eyebrows, and his voice was lazy: "What's wrong, I think it's good. Do you want to be at the same table as someone else?"
His dark and beautiful eyes stared at her, and the corners of his slender lips were smiling, but under the delicate and beautiful smile, Yu Chu could clearly see the threat.
She shook her head wisely, and wrote on the paper: I don't want to sit at the same table with anyone, it's good to sit with you.
The young man smiled in satisfaction, and approached his face, which became fairer under the sun, with a light gold at the end of his eyelashes, and blew behind her ear: "Talk to me."
The head teacher was talking on the podium, which was a common motivational speech in the third year of high school. The class was silent. How could Yu Chu speak at this time.
She looked ahead, and gently twisted Ji Chen's waist with her hands under the table, signaling to stop making trouble.
The people around him laughed.
He wrapped her up, wrapped her long and white arms around her waist, brushed her thin lips against her face, closed her earlobes with his open lips, and gently ground his snow-white teeth.
Yu Chu froze and his eyelashes fluttered.
… This guy!