Milk Tea Flavor In Love

Chapter 172: One hundred and seventy-two cups of milk tea

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They finished the match very quickly this time, and the competitions in other venues are still in full swing.

She wiped the water off her face with a tissue, and was about to drink a sip of mineral water. He reached out and took it away and gave her a thermos cup.

"Drink warm water."

She took it and drank a few mouthfuls.

Cannot leave school before school time.

Li Luo thought that they were going to sit in the canteen, and Yin Zhu wanted to go together.

Zhou Yu, who was beside her, raised his hand, and a finger was naturally curved and lightly touched her face.

"Go to the school infirmary first and treat the wound."

She reacted at this moment, lowered her eyes, and there was a faint pain in her leg.

She was wearing a knee pad on her leg, and there was no wound in this way.

How did he see that she was injured.

She grabbed a corner of the loose-fitting shorts, and wanted to lift it up and take a look. He lowered his body slightly and held her hand.

"Go in and look again."

"It's just a scratch, it's fine."

He straightened up and stared at her for a while.

"Go and do simple processing, it's very fast."

After going to the school infirmary to treat the wound, she walked out with him.

Not far away, the shouts of cheering overwhelmed one after another. At the stage of entering the finals, everyone worked hard and shouted loudly.

Today their team and the team that will enter the finals today will hold the championship match at the University Gymnasium, and all year-round people will be there to watch.

She and Zhou Yu were walking on a long corridor. As soon as she turned her eyes back, two people appeared in the front corner.

I am a Chinese teacher and an English teacher.

The Chinese teacher held a stack of homework books and saw them, his amiable face remained unchanged, and he smiled.

"Hello, teacher." She and Zhou Yu shouted at the same time.

Then the two looked at each other.

"Hello, our class has finished the match, right?"

"Yes it is."

"Thanks for your hard work, do you have time now? Would you like to do the teacher a favor? Take the homework back to the class and send it out."

"Ok."

"Thank you."

"No need to."

The Chinese teacher handed a stack of homework to Zhou Yu, who took it.

"Whether it is heavy or not, I'll help you get some." She asked.

"not heavy."

"Let him take it, the boys are strong, and classmate Yin Zhu don't feel too distressed at the same table."

After the Chinese teacher said this sentence, he followed the English teacher.

Yin Zhu stood there for no apparent reason.

"Hmm... Do you feel sorry for me at the same table."

She raised her eyes, "How come you followed the teacher to tease me."

The two returned to the classroom.

There were a few people in the classroom, some were learning, and some were sitting at the desk and talking quietly. When they saw them walk in, their eyes stayed on them for a while.

Seeing Zhou Yu holding his homework, a few male classmates came over and each took a dozen books and distributed them.

It's too early to leave school.

Yin Zhu returned to his seat and sat down. After an afternoon of competition, his body eased, and his exhaustion came.

She propped her chin and turned her face to the window. Slowly, she felt sleepy.

The eyelids began to sink a little.

Zhou Yu sat down, took her workbook, and looked at her sideways, and found that she was already asleep.

He stared at her with dark eyes.

Differential blows in through the window, her soft broken hair flutters up, her breathing is even, and her skin is fair.

In a few seconds, the phone she placed on the table vibrated and the screen turned on.

He looked.

The lock screen wallpaper came into his sight.

The kid on the wallpaper was when he was five or six years old. He was wearing his grandfather's medal on his neck, and his face was cool, with a salute gesture.