Zhuang Wenche's appearance when he entered the classroom made everyone startled, Lu Qinglin jumped up, snatched someone from his hand, helped him sit on the stool, and intimately poured the hot water he had just received from his cup into Zhuang Wenche's cup and put it in front of him.

Lu Qinglin: "Uncle Zhuang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhuang Wenche: "I rolled out of bed last night." ”

"Fart." Lu Qinglin looked at Zhuang Wenche meaningfully.

"Okay, okay, where do you think? Don't gossip so much every day. Zhuang Wenche dispersed the onlookers, leaned into Lu Qinglin's ear and asked, "There was no accident last night, right?" ”

Lu Qinglin looked around sneakily, and said mysteriously: "Absolutely no problem." ”

Zhuang Wenche made a fist clenching posture and said, "I must invite you to eat hot pot." ”

"To your uncle's house?" He suddenly thought of what Zhuang Wenche said this morning.

"yes, no money."

Lu Qinglin: "......"

At noon, Zhuang Wenche sat quietly on the table, holding his head with his hands, looking at He seemed to be arranging the classroom with others, his brows were about to become twisted, He seemed to turn around and smile at him from time to time, he could only nod helplessly.

It's a pity that Zhuang Wenche has become like this, and he can't perform his dance anymore, which makes people not disappointed, but Zhuang Wenche can always give people unexpected surprises.

He came to rap.

Except for Lu Qinglin, who was sitting on the side, looking at how much this Zhuang basket could hold, everyone else was watching Zhuang Wenche's performance with an incredible face.

He didn't seem to expect that Zhuang Wenche still had this kind of skill.

She sat quietly below and looked at Zhuang Wenche, thinking that in the bar, her skirt was about to be lifted, and the moment Zhuang Wenche rushed over, she seemed to experience the feeling of being protected again.

At that time, Zhuang Wenche was like a prince in a fairy tale when she was a child, standing up to protect her at the most critical moment, rescuing her from the darkness and taking her out of that dangerous place.

It seems that it is because of that moment that Zhuang Wenche has a different meaning in He Xiang's heart.

It's not just a simple liking, she doesn't know if she will be with Zhuang Wenche or always be together.

But even if it isn't, Zhuang Wenche's position in her heart is irreplaceable.

Ke Chu'an: "You said that he would be able to sing this paragraph, how many years has he been singing, or this paragraph, how many young ladies have he teased?" ”

"Well, I'm not ashamed." Lu Qinglin suddenly turned his head and looked at Ke Chu'an, who suddenly appeared behind him, "When did you come?" ”

"Just came, skewers, grab snacks." As he spoke, he took away the bag of potato chips in Lu Qinglin's hand, turned around and rushed out.

When he went out, he almost collided with Zhao Yutong, who was coming towards him, and he was afraid that Lu Qinglin would catch up, so he only apologized, and he didn't see clearly who he almost bumped into and ran away.

"Who is he?" Zhao Yutong asked.

"It's okay, a psychopath."

The semester ended quietly, everything ran according to the gears of time, the time before the final exam, how it seemed to lose his job, he studied without distractions, and finally broke the curse of grade seven or eight at the end of the semester, and did the second behind Zhuang Wenche.

"Worthy of the gods of liberal arts." It seems that he is flipping through Zhuang Wenche's report card back and forth, "No matter how difficult this geography is, you can get full marks." ”

"My uncle is very fond of geography, he is an amateur 'geographer', I have been exposed to these things since I was a child, it is difficult not to remember, and you are so good at mathematics."

"Then this time there will be no perfect marks."

"You don't look at how difficult the math is this time, there are very few people who can get to a hundred, how many people are red with your score of 143."

"Next time, Sister Math will take you flying."