That day Ke Jingheng was exceptionally gentle, just when Luo Xiaoberry thought he would keep being so gentle, he fell back into his old ways...
The next morning, the two of them happened to be late together, almost walking into the classroom with the ringing of the morning self-study bell...
The students in the class had already taken out their English homework papers and looked at Li Minhao on the podium.
Central Primary School attaches great importance to English, and classes are arranged from the third grade. Li Minhao is the English class representative in the class, and he is responsible for dictating English words every Monday morning.
Seeing that everyone was ready to fight, Luo Xiaoberry and Ke Jingheng immediately rushed to their seats and quickly took out the English homework paper.
"Lee Minho, can we start?" Someone urged in a low voice.
Li Minhao seemed not to hear, his eyes fell on Luo Xiaoberry. Probably because of running all the way in, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and her long bangs stuck to her forehead.
It wasn't until he saw her take out a pen from the pencil case in a panic, that he slowly said: "beautiful... lovely..."
Ke Jingheng rummaged through his schoolbag for a while but couldn't find the English homework paper, so he kicked Luo Xiaoberry's chair vigorously, and said in a low voice, "Hey, Xiaoberry...give me a piece of homework paper! Help me!"
Luo Xiaoberry knew that if he didn't give it, he would kick him endlessly and interfere with his dictation.
She rubbed her long hair irritably, threw him a piece of paper, and didn't even look back. Really, she missed several words!
The homework paper with light green horizontal stripes hovered in the air for a while before falling in front of Ke Jingheng.
"It's really...not cute at all. Thankfully I saved you yesterday..." He muttered in a low voice, then kicked her chair again, "My pen is out of water, lend me a pen!"
This time, Luo Xiaoberry finally looked back at him and said something to him. Although, it's not a good word: "Why do you have so many things!"
Accompanied by these words, a pink fountain pen fell in front of him in a parabola, with a big strawberry hanging on it.
Standing on the podium, Li Minhao naturally noticed every little move between them. The hand that turned the pages in the English textbook exerted a little force, and the frequency of dictation unconsciously increased.
Immediately, some students began to complain dissatisfiedly: "Can you read it slower?"
It was only then that Li Minhao realized that his speech was a little fast, and he slowed down a little, but his eyes still unconsciously fell on the pen in Luo Xiaoberry's hand.
Ke Jingheng was busy writing words, but he was honest for a while, but when the dictation was about to end, he started kicking Luo Xiaoberry's chair again.
"Xiaoberry... What are the first few words? I didn't hear them. Let me have a look!"
Luo Xiaoberry couldn't bear it anymore, and kept taking deep breaths. That's right, he didn't hear the first few words, and now she didn't hear the last few words either! Is he going to pull her into the water and punish her for copying together
Just when she was extremely annoyed, Li Minhao repeated the last few words again, and all the classmates below were grateful and full of insiders.
When collecting the paper, Ke Jingheng stood up and quickly grabbed Luo Xiaoberry's paper, and copied several words on it. That handwriting is simply flamboyant and horrible...
"Ke Jingheng, you bastard! I still haven't finished writing a few of my own!" Luo Xiaoberry was anxious and angry, and rushed to grab it.