As soon as she entered the classroom, Luo Xiaoberry habitually looked towards Li Minhao's seat.
His seat was next to the window, and at this moment he turned his head slightly, as if looking at the scenery outside the window. The sun shone on his side face, outlining his deep and perfect outline.
"Look at me, look at me, look at me quickly." Luo Xiaoberry kept chanting silently in her heart as she walked to her seat.
Usually, he would smile at her. Although the smile was very faint, it was enough to warm her heart.
But today, he never looked at her from the beginning to the end. Even when she walked past him, she deliberately slowed down, but he didn't realize it.
Luo Xiaoberry's heart ached, she quickened her pace angrily, and walked towards her seat.
With a "bang", she threw her schoolbag on the desk, almost jumping up in fright.
She looked at Luo Xiaoberry, and then at her brother, and she couldn't understand it in her heart. Ever since he bumped into Ke Jingheng holding Luo Xiaoberry's hand this morning, his brother hasn't said a word.
Ke Jingheng lay on the table without saying a word, covering his face with an English textbook. No one can see the expression on his face at this moment.
Throughout the morning self-study, Luo Xiaoberry flipped aimlessly through the Chinese textbook on the table, unable to read a word at all, let alone recite it.
After the bell for morning self-study rang, the representatives of each subject began to collect homework. Luo Xiaoberry's big smart eyes secretly glanced at Li Minhao again, looking forward to the moment when he walked towards her.
Getting closer, getting closer... Finally, he came in front of her!
A trace of joy flashed in Luo Xiaoberry's eyes: "Min..."
Before she finished speaking, Li Minhao gently took away the stack of homework placed on the corner of her desk, and then continued to walk towards Ke Jingheng behind her as if he hadn't heard of it.
"Ke Jingheng..." He knocked on the table, "Where's your English homework? Take it out."
But Ke Jingheng didn't seem to hear it, and continued to lie motionless on his stomach, looking like he was asleep.
Li Minhao stood and waited for a while, and finally couldn't bear to take off the book on his face: "Ke Jingheng! You..."
"I didn't write it." Ke Jingheng leaned back in his chair with an indifferent expression on his face, "Just report my name, I don't care."
Hearing the provocation in his tone, Li Minhao silently lowered his eyes to look at him for a while, then left without saying a word.
Luo Xiaoberry's tears had already begun to roll in her eyes. Ever since he was a child, Lee Min Ho has never been so indifferent to himself.
Li Mengshan carefully handed her a tissue: "Xiao Berry... If there is any misunderstanding, please speak up. It will be difficult for everyone if this continues."
"I..." Luo Xiaoberry felt even more wronged. She wanted to talk, but Lee Min Ho didn't give her a chance to talk at all!
"I see, I will give you one last chance! This time, you must explain clearly and confess successfully!" Li Mengshan whispered in her ear, "If you fail again, it means that you are not destined."
Although her voice was very low, it still drifted into Ke Jingheng's ears in the back seat.
He kicked the corner of the table irritably, and the whole table shook.
He Chaoran was busy copying homework: "Okay, I got nervous several times early in the morning, more frequently than a woman's aunt!"
But Ke Jingheng seemed not to have heard his words, and his eyes fell on the back of Luo Xiaoberry's white school uniform.
They like each other, together is a matter of time. No matter what he did, it was just delaying time.
In this way, on the contrary, he looks pitiful and pathetic...