Chi Le looked back during the break in class and found that Sheng Zhuo was listening to the class while holding a pen in his hand as usual.
He saw Sheng Zhuo spinning a pen and felt a little envious. He couldn't help but try to spin it himself. However, the pen was like a basketball. It didn't seem so flexible in his hands. The pen flew out from his fingertips and rolled along the table to the back row.
Chi Le looked back and saw that his pen had stopped under Sheng Zhuo's desk. He glanced at the English teacher on the podium, leaned back in his chair, and said to Sheng Zhuo behind him in a low voice, "Help me pick up my pen."
Sheng Zhuo chuckled softly and deliberately sat still: "Who do you want to help you pick up the pen?"
"Huh?" Chi Le looked at him in confusion.
Sheng Zhuo cleared his throat and said, "I also want to be Fang Younian's grandfather."
Fang Younian, an innocent victim, sneezed in the next class.
“…Brother! Is this all right?” Chi Le pleaded softly, “Brother Zhuo, please help me pick up the pen quickly, or the teacher will scold me again if he sees.”
The English teacher was notoriously strict. Once caught, he would take Chi Le to the office and reprimand him alone. Chi Le didn't dare to provoke him.
Sheng Zhuo bent down and picked up the pen. Chi Le reached out to take it, but Sheng Zhuo did not let go.
The English teacher was asking other people questions and didn't notice their situation.
Chi Le took the opportunity to look back at Sheng Zhuo with doubt in his eyes, and saw that Sheng Zhuo frowned slightly, staring at him thoughtfully, and his hand holding the pen was gently clenched.
"What's wrong?" Chi Le blinked in confusion.
Sheng Zhuo stared at him for two seconds and asked casually, "Why do you say one person is suddenly very nice to another person?"
Chi Le laughed without even thinking: "You are so stupid, of course it's because I like it."
Sheng Zhuo looked at his bright eyes and eyebrows, loosened his grip, and was stunned for a moment.
Chi Le pulled out the pen without any suspicion, and didn't even think about himself at all, and continued to listen to the class without any care.
But his words 'of course it's because I like you' kept replaying in Sheng Zhuo's mind, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
Sheng Zhuo lowered his eyes and was stunned for a moment.
In fact, before Zhuang Xinchun brought up this question, he had thought about it before, but he couldn't think of an answer, so he didn't delve into it. However, he didn't believe that Chi Le was doing good deeds every day, nor did he believe that Zhuang Xinchun was maliciously provoking him. He wanted to hear Chi Le tell him himself.
Now... Chi Le's answer really made it difficult for him to calm down.
Chen Yunzhou turned his head to glance at Sheng Zhuo and found it unbelievable that one day he would be able to see Sheng Zhuo in a daze
He secretly took a photo of Sheng Zhuo in a daze and sent it to Fang Younian, with the caption "Sheng Zhuo was distracted in class, can you believe it?"
Fang Younian was obviously playing with his phone as well, and he quickly replied, "He can even be friends with his mortal enemy, what else is there to be unbelievable about?"
Chen Yunzhou: “…”
Chen Yunzhou handed the chat record to Sheng Zhuo, "Look at how resentful Lao Fang is."
Sheng Zhuo stared at the record for half a second, his eyes showing doubt, "Was I distracted just now?"
"..." Chen Yunzhou was speechless for a while, "Is this the point?"
Sheng Zhuo turned his gaze away from his phone, his eyes flickering slightly, and suddenly asked: "Why do you think Chi Le is so nice to me all of a sudden?"