When Han Luo and Shen Ruoxing were in the first year of high school, they were in the same class again.
It's just that Han Luo, who has never been talkative and treats girls very coldly, has been sitting in the last row of the class because of his height, while Shen Ruoxing is sitting in the third row from the front of the class.
The school rules in high school are very strict. Even if a boy and a girl walk side by side, they may be suspected by the teacher as puppy love.
For this reason, Han Luo and Shen Ruoxing had to walk into the school gate one after the other every morning. After arriving in class, Han Luo only talked to a few boys sitting around him, and Shen Ruoxing only talked to himself. The few girls in the school were fighting, so until the end of the first semester, no one knew that the two of them were neighbors, and no one discovered the little ambiguity between the two of them.
After the final exam of the first semester of senior high school, the class was chaotic, and the students were chatting unscrupulously to answer the questions, while they packed their things and waited for the teacher to announce that school was over.
Shen Ruoxing sat on the seat, looking at his deskmate studying with a strange book, he couldn't help asking, "What are you reading?"
"I'm reading palmistry." Her tablemate raised her head from the book, smiled at her, and said on a whim, "Come on, come on, stretch out your hand quickly, and I'll make a fortune for you."
"Stop it, palm reading, fortune-telling, and so on are all deceptive." Although Shen Ruoxing said so, he obediently stretched out his hand, handed it to his deskmate and said, "Here, take a look." .”
"Ahem, let me study it carefully." Her deskmate held Shen Ruoxing's small hand, looked at the lines in the center of her palm, his eyebrows sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched, and he sighed while shaking his head.
Shen Ruoxing looked at her, and couldn't help laughing, "What did you see, you said it."
"Hey, your palmistry, there is a name in the book called Broken Palm." Her tablemate raised her head, looked at Shen Ruoxing sadly and said, "Do you know what Broken Palm means? Broken Palm Kefu?"
The smile on Shen Ruoxing's face froze after hearing her words.
"How should I say this?" When her tablemate was holding her hand and wanted to say something more, Han Luo, who happened to pass by their table, stopped, looked down at the two of them and said, "What are you doing?" "
"Well, nothing." Shen Ruoxing hurriedly pulled his hand back from his deskmate, and said with an embarrassed expression on his face.
"No reason." Han Luo turned his curious eyes to Shen Ruoxing's deskmate.
The tablemate was looked at by Han Luo, and immediately felt a little embarrassed and said, "We were studying palmistry just now. According to the book, her palmistry is broken palm, and she can kefive."
Listening to what his tablemate said, Shen Ruoxing held his breath for an instant, and looked at Han Luo nervously.
Listening to what her tablemate said, Han Luo couldn't help squinting his eyes, glanced at Shen Ruoxing, then at her tablemate, and said word by word, "It's okay, my life is hard."
After Shen Ruoxing and her tablemate heard Han Luo's words, they looked at him with question marks in their eyes.
Han Luo looked at Shen Ruoxing's tablemate blankly, and said in a calm voice, "There is another suggestion, if you can't speak, it's best not to speak. If you go out to tell fortunes like you, you will be beaten to death by others."