Yun Chu was disgusted by his own little demon again, and touched the bridge of his tall nose indifferently, his appearance was still careless, and the lollipop in his mouth had completely melted, sweet and silky, but faintly sour.

The sparse and handsome young man casually threw away the paper stick in his palm, obviously his expression was still so light and light, but it could make people feel his emotions at the moment - he was not very happy.

This teenager is the Yun Chu of men's clothing.

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The twilight is sinking and the evening breeze is a little cool.

The aunt at home made dinner in advance, and she didn't wait for the little master, so she sat in the living room and waited, and when she saw Yun Chu come back, she got up and prepared to heat up the dishes that were already cold on the table.

"No need, Aunt He." Yun Chu stopped her first, "I can eat cold." ”

"How can this work?" He Fen looked at Yun Chu like his own child, "The young master's parents are not here, I should take good care of the young master." ”

He Fen has been in the Yun family for a while, and his husband and wife are often away from home, and the young master is alone and has no companions. She is also a mother, and she feels distressed to watch.

Yun Chu's eyes moved.

She lowered her eyelids, and a barren corner of her heart that had been subconsciously avoided was slightly touched.

"Thank you, Aunt He."

The girl's voice was calm, the faint flow of emotion surged in the blood, and the temperature slowly reached the tip of the heart.

"Thank you, it should be." He Fen bent his eyes and smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen to heat the dishes.

Yun Chu put down the bag in his hand and sat down at the dining table.

She pulls out a candy.

Holding the candy stick in his fingertips, he didn't peel it off for a long time, and his warm fingertips rubbed gently.

She's still a little uncomfortable—is that what it's like to be cared for?

Each interface, the little demon is also very considerate, but not the same.

She felt.

It's still not the same.

She didn't have a mother—or, she never saw her.

Yun Chu didn't think about this anymore, He Fen had already heated the dish and served it on the table.

"Young master, eat it while it's hot, the rice is not enough." He Fen said with a smile.

Yun Chu nodded: "Okay." ”

Looking at the hot food on the table, the heat and fragrance are intertwined, making people unconsciously forget all the unpleasantness and slowly relax.

This little warmth and beauty also makes people want to treasure it carefully.

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The next day, No. 1 Middle School.

The young man looked lazy and indifferent, and slowly sat down at the table.

The table cast a curious gaze: "Eh, do you want to grasp discipline in today's morning reading?" ”

Lu Shiyi was very curious, obviously the president of the student union has so much work to do every day, how can he balance his studies and responsibilities?

As soon as the results came out, he was even more shocked.

Yun Chu nodded, and had already taken out the black notepad from his backpack.

"Catch being late."

This is the job of the original owner, Yun Chu came, and what should have been done was also indispensable.

The boy slouched out of the classroom, and the morning light outlined his long, thin figure.

The sunlight hit the side of his face, giving the illusion of a white glow.

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Students who are usually late will not swagger in through the main entrance.

As the president of the student union, the original owner has long figured out the habits of this group of people.

On the wall of the north gate of the school, there are some discarded wooden boxes, which are regarded as another 'school gate' by many students who are late.

Wherever you go every day, you can catch at least one student who is late.

The original owner likes to take the task of memorization, squatting while memorizing.

Yun Chu didn't bring anything, she had already memorized it in advance - the main thing was that there was nothing to do, so she did the morning reading task the next day by the way.

She leaned against a camphor tree not far away, holding a notepad between her fingertips, and her dark eyes looked indifferently in one direction.

Moment.

She watched a schoolbag fall from the sky, and then a pair of white and slender hands appeared on the high wall, and the young man showed his head, and a slender and straight leg was on the wall, just about to exert his strength......

Their eyes met in the air.

The wind seemed to stop in an instant, and the scene was awkward for a while.

“……”