The building has been built very high, but the heat is not as strong as before.
After all, it's just a rumor, there's no evidence.
532nd floor: I heard that Jicheng has a knife in his hand, you should be careful.
Floor 533: How did you know about it upstairs
534th floor: What our classmates saw, really, I won't lie to you, he really has a knife in his hand.
535th floor: The dean also asked him to ask questions. I don't know where this grandson hid the knife. I couldn't find it, but it does exist. Believe me!
Floor 536: A transfer student is so crazy
Ji Cheng slept until after school at noon, and Chu Zheng sat inside. If he didn't get up, she couldn't get out.
Chu Zheng thought about it, stepped on the chair and jumped out.
Landed perfectly.
This little question, can I
Yu Yue stood at the front door of the classroom with her little follower, staring at her badly.
Chuzheng left through the back door, completely ignoring it.
The afternoon class was a bit boring, Chuzheng propped her chin, not knowing what she was thinking.
Ji Cheng, who was lying on the table, finally moved.
On the white cheeks, because of sleeping, there is a slight flush, the white inside is rosy, delicate as jade, giving people a very sweet and delicious feeling.
With his head still resting on his arm, he rubbed his eyes lightly with the other hand.
The eyelashes trembled a few times, and the misty eyes gradually became clear.
His face was facing Chuzheng, and the focus was instantly on Chuzheng.
Chu Zheng was staring at him intently, the bottom of his eyes was clear and cold, and he couldn't see the ripples.
I can't tell what that look means...
Anyway, Ji Cheng didn't know much.
She doesn't look at the blackboard, what does she look at herself
Ji Cheng frowned and looked away first.
What does she do, what does it have to do with herself.
He raised his head and glanced at the podium, then lay down indifferently, his flushed cheeks slowly returned to normal, but gradually turned pale again.
Ji Cheng buried his face in his arms.
The arm was suddenly poked.
Ji Cheng raised his eyes and found that it was a pen that was poking him, and the owner of that pen was his deskmate.
Chuzheng handed him a box of cakes from below.
Ji Cheng looked at her suspiciously.
"Aren't you hungry?" Chu Zheng lowered her voice.
Ji Cheng's hand on his stomach clenched his clothes slightly.
Stomach is hurting badly.
hungry.
His movements have been very covert.
She just asked casually, but still found out...
But according to his brief time with this tablemate, she did not have the habit of storing snacks - at least he had never seen food on her seat before.
"thanks."
Ji Cheng took the cake and thanked him in a low voice.
He put it on the table, not intending to eat it.
"I'll be very troublesome if you starve to death, classmate." Does the good guy card have a problem with abuse
Jicheng: "…"
I was just wondering just now, but now I'm sure she knows she's hungry.
He is really hungry.
Ji Cheng took a slight breath and took out the box of cakes.
The box packaging is very delicate, not like something in school, the sweetness of the cake, the moment the box is opened.
Inside is divided, one by one small cakes.
He stuffed one into his mouth, although it was already small, it was still a little big.
The boy's cheeks were stuffed up and he looked like a little hamster, very cute.
The sweet and fragrant cake spread out in the mouth, and the youth's expression was much relaxed.
Chuzheng poked the tablemate in front of him.
Looking back at the front desk blankly, meeting Chuzheng's indifferent eyes, he was a little scared and didn't dare to speak, so he could only express his doubts with his expression.
Chuzheng handed him a piece of money and pointed to the milk in his table.
The front table hurriedly handed her the milk, and waved her hand to signal it was no more.
Chuzheng directly rubbed the money twice and threw it to his table.
Chuzheng handed the milk to Ji Cheng.
Ji Cheng lowered his head, not paying attention to the communication between Chuzheng and the front table, looking at the milk handed over, he froze for a moment, puffed out his cheeks and looked at her.
Seeing that he didn't answer, the latter threw it into his arms with a cold face.
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Ji Cheng ate something, and his stomach felt better. He lay on the table, took out a word and wrote a line, and pushed it to Chuzheng's side.
- Is your injury okay
- I'm not hurt!
What nonsense.
Who is injured!
Who is injured! !
She is not a good person and such a weak chicken!
She is well!
Chuzheng glanced at him, and Ji Cheng felt that his eyes were extraordinarily cold, like the snow in the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter. The rustling fell and could drown him.
- How much, I'll give you.
-No need to.
Although Chuzheng said no, Jicheng still pushed the money to Chuzheng.
Chuzheng: "..." Am I the one who lacks this money? !
Ji Cheng's attitude was firm, Chu Zheng frowned and tucked it directly into his jacket.
Ji Cheng subconsciously took her hand.
Chuzheng's fingertips had already touched the coldness in his jacket.
Ji Cheng glanced at her, took out her hand, and pulled off his jacket, but he didn't give her any more money.
Ji Cheng calmly pressed the paper with the book and did not reply.
At the end of get out of class, the teacher left homework, and Chu Zheng suddenly came over: "Classmate, can you write?"
The boy's body exudes the milky fragrance of cake and milk mixed, which is particularly good, sweet and delicious, making people want to take a bite.
Ji Cheng didn't expect Chu Zheng to suddenly get so close, and his breath suddenly stopped.
He could feel her faint breathing, the subtle wind swept across his chin, and the whole person froze in place.
Under Chu Zheng's gaze, Ji Cheng honestly shook his head.
"I can't write."
"What's the use of asking you." Can't even write a homework.
Chu Zheng murmured and sat back, but she spoke in a low voice, and Ji Cheng didn't hear it clearly.
Ji Cheng is a scumbag.
When Chu Zheng thought of this, he was very disappointed.
Who will help me with my homework
Chuzheng's eyes fell on the front table.
The front table suddenly felt cold on the back of the spine, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his arms. He rubbed his arms. It's not cold today...
Chuzheng held the pen against the back of the front desk: "Help me write my homework."
The front desk suddenly froze, like a robot, and turned back with difficulty: "… Can I write it down for you to copy?"
"Help me write." Chu Zheng emphasized.
"... um... ok, ok." He didn't dare to refuse at all.
OMG!
I always feel that Xu Chuzheng has become so scary.
Is this the legend of not dying in silence, but erupting in silence
Luckily I haven't dealt with her before...
Woohoo, he's going to change seats! !
Ji Cheng watched Chuzheng and the front table complete the dark transaction, and pursed his lower lip slightly.
A little unhappy in my heart.
But I don't know what's wrong with me.
She finds someone else to do her homework, that's her business, what does it have to do with herself
Ji Cheng didn't leave his seat after school in the afternoon. After Chuzheng went out, he brought him a cup of milk tea.
The milk tea is warm, and it's just right to drink in this not-so-hot weather.
In addition, his stomach was not very comfortable before, and he could not drink too cold, this temperature is the most suitable.
Ji Cheng really didn't understand that she bought the warm one on purpose, and it was just a coincidence.
but…
Ji Cheng watched Zhu Zian put milk tea on Yu Yue's table, filling the entire table.