Zhou Kang looked at such a mother, and felt a little uncomfortable, but after all, there was nothing.

Because he was not familiar with Jian Lixi, he didn't understand it, and he didn't even bother to care.

"I went to school."

Jian Jun immediately got up and handed him the milk: "Drink the milk, listen to the teacher when you are in school, if you don't understand something, you have to ask the teacher, don't pretend to understand, you know?" ”

"Hmm." Zhou Kang took the milk, drank it in one gulp, returned the milk cup to Jian Jun, and then went out with his schoolbag.

Jian Jun looked at his son's back, very proud.

Because he doesn't need her to worry about it much, he has been a good boy since he was a child, and he is also a good student.

Such children deserve to be cared for.

Thinking of Jian Lixi, her brain hurt again.

Living in her house doesn't count, and it's not polite at all.

It's just a debt to their family in the previous life.

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Jian Lixi is the name of his own newspaper, and the tuition fee he teaches came to the sixth middle school to report.

She came in as a transfer student.

When she transferred in, her teachers and classmates were quite polite to her.

After all, I don't know what kind of identity she is.

But each class has its own small group, with boys and girls.

Jian Lixi doesn't like to deal with or talk, she is like a thorny rose, which makes people unable to get close.

Someone wrote her a love letter and asked her for her phone number and contact information, but she refused.

Over time, some girls think that she is pretending to be tall.

As for the boys, there is a lot of talk about her.

"I heard that there was a girl in class 8, and she didn't look bad."

"I've heard about it, and I've heard that it's not easy to approach."

"Heh, I don't believe it, there are girls that Lao Tzu can't chase."

A few students who don't like to study on weekdays gathered on the rooftop to smoke.

"Oh, look, it's this girl." One of the boys took out Jian Lixi's photo and handed it to the other boy.

The boy looked at it and nodded: "It's really superb." ”

"Holy, this leg ......"

In the phone is a photo of Jian Lixi wearing a short skirt.

The skirt is not short to the knee compared to other girls.

It's just that the legs are comic legs, straight and long, which is not only unforgettable, but also difficult to forget.

A figure leans against barbed wire on the rooftop.

Hearing the names they were talking about, I not only twisted my eyebrows.

It wasn't the first time he'd heard the name, and he was talking about it almost as a man.

It's not just a woman.

"Brother Yan, let's take a look." A boy went over and asked Luo Yangui.

Luo Yangui was not interested in this.

"No, no." Extinguish the cigarette butt in your hand, throw it into the trash can on the side, and go downstairs to play ball.

The boy shrugged.

"Brother Yan won't go, girls are troublesome for him."

"That's right, don't you see how many girls give him gifts and write love letters every day."

"Then we'll go ourselves."

"Okay." The boys were noisy, and then they hooked their shoulders together and got off the rooftop.

Jian Lixi was accustomed to those boys who came to look, and sat in his place reading a book.

Some girls couldn't stand it, and felt that their class was not a zoo, and their hatred for Jian Lixi was even greater.

"What to pretend."

"Yes, in fact, my heart is beautiful, and there are boys who come to see her every day."

"Yes."

The girls cursed and walked past her place, and then deliberately accentuated their voices as they walked past her place for her to hear.