Chapter Eighty-Seven: Don't Go Yet

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Yuan Ruoruo walked to the door of the first class of the third year of high school, and looked at him a few times before walking inside.

She knew she was here to apologize, so even though she was extremely excited to be reunited after a long absence, she walked to him with a serious face.

Her steps were not light, but he kept his head down as if he couldn't hear or feel anything.

Anyway, a big living person is by his side, he has to react, right?

Yuan Ruoruo touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, sat down on the seat of his tablemate, and reminded softly, "Senior, it's time for school!" ”

Only then did he glance up at her, and asked in a cold voice, "Something?" ”

"Uh-huh!" Yuan Ruoruo nodded seriously, "I'm here to apologize to you." ”

This time he didn't even look up, and said, "I don't remember anything you had to apologize to me." ”

"Yes, I know everything, you are criticized because of me. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have been sending you messages, I shouldn't have kissed in front of so many people...... You. ”

Yuan Ruoruo lowered his head and finished speaking, and as soon as he raised his eyes to Xiao Yue's puzzled gaze, he suddenly realized that he had taken his guess seriously.

She hurriedly explained, "Oh, that's it...... The day I had a fever, weren't you a little ...... Not happy? I wondered if it was because of me, so you were criticized by your parents......"

Speaking of this, Yuan Ruoruo has a weak heart, Xueba must have been a good man since he was a child, obedient and sensible and good at learning, he is the kind of typical child of other people's families, and he must have never been criticized by his parents.

Just because she's ...... When I was in the infirmary, I had a hard time with the head teacher, and maybe I would talk to my parents when I got home.

The more Yuan Ruoruo said, the more ashamed he became, and in the end, he lowered his head.

Xiao Yue really didn't understand her previous paragraph, but after listening to the second paragraph, he realized that it was the plot made up by this girl's mind.

Her brain circuit, Xiao Yue was convinced.

It was indeed a bit abrupt for him to say that day.

Xiao Yue turned his head to look at the girl sitting beside him.

The girl didn't go to class today, so she didn't wear a school uniform, but wore an orange hoodie, which made her complexion fairer and more delicate, and her dark hair was still tied up in a high ponytail at the back of her head.

Her thick curly eyelashes cover the emotions in her eyes, but they also make people feel pity when they see them.

Even a hard-hearted person like him can't bear to say heartless words to such a pitiful face.

Retracting his gaze, he said indifferently while packing his schoolbag: "You think too much!" ”

When he says that, it's his own problem.

When Yuan Ruoruo heard this, he looked up at him and asked puzzledly, "Why is that?" Why are you so angry? Did I say something wrong......"

Xiao Yue's action of packing his schoolbag suddenly paused, and Yuan Ruoruo was frightened.

I saw that he looked at her with deep eyes, obviously displeased.

When Yuan Ruoruo thought that he should be angry in the next second, he suddenly withdrew his gaze, picked up his schoolbag and got up to leave.

Not only did she not coax him, but she made him even more angry, so how could she just let him go?

Can't let him go!

Thinking like this, Yuan Ruoruo suddenly got up, caught up with him in three steps and two steps, and hugged his waist, "Don't go yet!" ”。

Xiao Yue's body stiffened, and after his breathing stagnated for a short time, he said coldly: "Let go!" ”