"How's the preparation?"

Seeing that Christmas Eve is coming. Out of concern, between classes, Nie Lan still kindly asked Mo Zhe.

"That's all." Mo Zhe looked down at the book and replied nonchalantly.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to answer this topic, Nie Lan also shrugged her shoulders and didn't continue to chat.

Looking sideways in the direction where Xia Wan'an was, the protagonist of the topic was chatting with her table mates. Those who don't know really don't know that Mo Zhe is going to prepare a big surprise.

In the past few days, after self-study next night, Mo Zhe still went home with Xia Wan'an. The two are still in that state, what Mo Zhe asks, Xia Wan'an will talk about anything, and Mo Zhe will not take the initiative to speak.

The days passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was Christmas Eve.

December 24th, for Xia Wan'an, was just an ordinary day in more than 300 days a year. On Christmas Eve in previous years, except for the family giving each other apples, it was no different from usual.

But this time, in school, I have a new friend I just met.

"Wan'an, this is for you, Happy Christmas Eve!"

Early in the morning, as soon as she sat down on her seat, Mu Ruxue handed over a gift box, and it seemed that it was estimated that it contained an apple.

Xia Wan'an took the box and said thank you. He also took out an apple from his school bag and gave it to the other party. Then, unconsciously, he looked at Murze.

At this moment, Mo Zhe was reading a book in his seat, and from time to time a female classmate came up to him and stuffed him with an apple or two or something.

At first, Mo Zhe politely refused, but more and more people followed, so he acquiesced.

Soon, all but a book on the table was full of red apples.

It was also the first time that so many people had seen so many people give gifts to a person, and that person was sitting next to him.

Compared with his empty desktop, the same table felt that he still moved the books in the drawer out and supported the scene: Look, it's not that no one sent it to me, I want to put books, and there is no place to put things!

Xia Wan'an watched the people around Mo Zhe come and go, and glanced at the apple left in her schoolbag. Originally, it was also intended to be given to Mo Zhe, but now it seems that others are not lacking this one at all.

Looking back, I flipped through the book. The mood began to fall inexplicably.

"This Christmas Eve, it's all about rejoicing."

Mu Ruxue keenly captured the change in Xia Wan'an's mood, as a friend she had just met, although she didn't know why there was such a big mood swing, she still persuaded a few words:

"Although it makes sense to eat apples on Christmas Eve until the evening, it is okay to eat some for the evening."

As she spoke, Mu Ruxue took out another apple from the drawer, which was different from before, this one was not in the gift box.

"Here, it's been washed, and you can eat it directly!"

"Thank you."

It's still before the evening self-study, and the head teacher hasn't come yet, so it's not impossible to eat something.

The unique aroma of apples, fresh and sweet.

The first time a friend gave herself a gift on Christmas Eve, this little touch, Xia Wanan felt that she might remember it for a lifetime.

"Thank you, Mu Ruxue."

"Hey, you don't need to be so polite between friends." Seeing that Xia Wan'an's mood was improving, Mu Ruxue was also happy.

Campus life, class after class. Eating, going to class, eating, monotonous but boring. It is precisely because a group of people are together and work together towards a goal that the time on campus is not bad.

Soon, the day was over and the dinner bell rang.

"Xia Wan'an, I want to talk to you."

Just as he was about to go to the cafeteria, Mo Zhe stopped Xia Wan'an.

"But now it's time to eat......"

"Just a little while, and go to the playground on the way." Mo Zhe didn't give Xia Wan'an a chance to refuse, and turned around and walked out of the classroom.

"Why do you want to go to the playground?" Following behind Mo Zhe, Xia Wan'an still couldn't help but want to ask.

"There are a lot of people in the classroom." Mo Zhe didn't say much.

"Oh."

Xia Wan'an silently followed behind Mo Zhe. When I arrived at the playground, a group of people were sitting in a circle, whispering something.

"Why are there so many people here?" Xia Wan'an walked quickly to the side by side of Mo Zhe, thinking to herself, there are not more people here than in the classroom.

"Go see?"

"I ...... Hey, I'm not ......" Xia Wan'an was still thinking about explaining, and Mo Zhe had already walked towards the crowd.

I couldn't help it, but I continued to follow.

"Murphy."

"Murphy~"

Seeing that Mo Zhe was coming, the onlookers stepped forward to say hello, and Nie Lan and a group of girls were also at the scene.

The crowd parted and made a way.

Mo Zhe took Xia Wan'an's wrist and walked towards the middle.

At this time, Xia Wan'an saw clearly what this group of people was around.

A coloured carton with a length of about 1 m5 and a height of about 1 m5.

"I don't know how it was brought in, and I'm not afraid of being confiscated by the teacher." Xia Wan'an vomited in her heart.

"Well, let's go, it seems to be someone else's ...... here"

"I'm here for you."

It's for you......

How she walked to the carton after that, Xia Wan'an doesn't remember. Following Mo Zhe's steps, it was not until the moment he opened the gift that he slowly came back to his senses.

"Is this really for me?" Xia Wan'an looked around, most of the students in the class came, and there were a few students in other classes.

"It's for you, open it to see if you like it."

Almost trembling, Xia Wan'an ripped open the ribbon wrapped in the gift box.

Then, colorful balloons soar into the air.

"Wow~" everyone coaxed. What catches your eye is an oversized teddy bear doll.

Xia Wan'an looked at this gift blankly, covering her mouth with her hands, and her eyes were full of incredulity.

"Listen to Gu Xiaoxiao, you've always wanted a teddy bear, and I don't know if you like it or not......"

"Thank you, Mezzer."

There is no need to say too much and no need to say too much. When the most sincere feelings are in front of you, everything is self-evident.

"Happy Christmas Eve."

"Well, Happy Christmas Eve."

Smack-

The street lights of the school are on, and the first night of self-study is about to begin.

……

"It's time to delay everyone's dinner, here's a little bread, and the hungry students will eat first."

Before returning to the classroom, Mo Zhe packed almost everything that could fill his stomach in the school commissary and asked a few classmates to transport it back to the class.

"I'll invite you to dinner another day, thank you all here."

Turning around, Mo Zhe thanked his classmates who went to the playground to cheer today.

"Hi, you're welcome. Brother Zhe's business is our business. ”

"Yes, yes, it's okay to eat less."

A few classmates who got along well with Mozhe took over very face-saving.

"Okay, let's get ready for evening self-study." The Disciplinary Committee made a timely statement.

Then, the evening self-study began, and Mo Zhe and Xia Wan'an were naturally invited to the head teacher's office. After all, the dolls that are more than one meter tall in the back of the classroom are difficult to see.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

I don't know how many times I have invited these two people to the office, and the head teacher Zhou Wen is too lazy to talk nonsense and get straight to the point.

In the classroom, after Mo Zhe and Xia Wan'an were called into the office, the class began to talk constantly.

"Why do you think this Mo Zhe is so rich? This teddy bear costs a lot of money. "The girls were discussing gossip.

"He gave it from home?"

"No, it's like I've never met his parents at the parent-teacher conference."

"I've heard from others that it seems that Moje will take on some similar design work, but I don't know if it's true."

"Software writing?"

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"That's no wonder, it's not strange to have a little pocket money at a young age." A girl interjected.

All the girls looked at him in unison: the strange thing is that he can already make money, okay!

As for the boys, they are generally lamenting that one day, Mo Zhe will also give gifts to others, and she is still a girl.

In the future, others may have good grades and care about people.

It's sad to think about.