As Uncle Ren's impassioned Chinese class ended, Lian Yiner exhaled and glared back at him viciously.

Shi Mingxu spread his hands unknowingly, expressing his innocence.

Although he didn't know where the girl's anger came from, he must have been lying down inexplicably, and he went downstairs with a sense of humor, not hanging in front of her.

What, obviously because of him, he was named, why did he look like he didn't care about himself, and he hung it high.

Is...... Is...... I'm angry! Don't borrow him to read and copy anymore! Don't you even care why you're angry?

But...... If he really asked, could she still say that because she couldn't wake up from that "dream" about him in class, she was caught by the teacher and had a distraction?

How can it be. She has been studying for nine years, sitting second in the grade and never missing, she is proud.

If you want to say why it is not the first, we can only say that our Lian Yiner student is deliberately low-key and has no intention of mathematics since he was a child, so to this day, he can only answer 120 so-so.

After five minutes of silence in the noisy class environment, Lian Yiner's eyes suddenly lit up.

Shi Mingxu took the chocolate mousse that was sold out of stock near the school.

Her eyes were fixed on the mousse cake in his hand like a falcon, and when he approached step by step, she was ready to intercept his "delicacies" like a hungry tiger.

But a certain boy who walked in front of him seemed to have changed the direction of the mousse cake in his hand as if he had already noticed, and before she could make a move, the cake landed steadily on her table.

She could vaguely see the sweat on his forehead, and she could distinguish the wind-blown bangs.

He had just gone downstairs and ran to buy it for himself.

A sweet feeling spread to my heart, and then flowed down the blood through the internal organs.

But in the next second, all her sweetness turned into bitterness that was more bitter than bitter gourd.

It's like a bell ringing in your ears, accompanied by a warning from the gods: "Don't covet the warmth that will never belong to you, you were born in the mire, eternal and eternal." ”

She saw Shi Mingxu walk outside the door again, carrying a whole box of the same cake and distributing it to Ni Xiaoming and her followers.

Yes, how did she forget, he and Ni Xiaoming have a scandal CP with nose and eyes.

But what does this have to do with her?

She herself suddenly deflated for some reason, pushed the chocolate mousse on the table aside, hung her head weakly into her arms lying on the table, and closed her eyes tiredly.

After Shi Mingxu finished dividing the mousse, he noticed Lian Yin'er who was shrinking into a small group, walked to her table, and knocked on the table.

"Is the mousse unappetizing?" His warm voice rang out, but she felt her nose sour.

"It's too tired to probably work for me." She replied weakly.

"This is your favorite chocolate mousse, why are you tired of it? Are you sick and how do you feel something is not quite right? His caring voice kept ringing in her ears, but it made her more and more sad.

He seems to be like this to everyone, he can observe your likes and dislikes thoughtfully, he can see through your inner thoughts through an expression, he will never make you sad, and he will never exceed the proportion.

So the more this happened, the more sad she became, even though she didn't know exactly what she was sad about.

It's like copying reading, even though he is the first in the grade in the class, and his language level can be compared with the teacher's back desk, he has never borrowed reading from that person.

Why do you care so much about the "specialness" you have when you are there?

You don't need this thing the most, do you?

She was born in the mire, and she lived forever and ever.