didn't wait for the end of school, after returning to the classroom, Shen Qingjia immediately sent a text message to Hua Yijin.

- Nijin, how are you doing?

After going back and forth, her text message was finally sent.

Unlike in the past, Hua Bijin replied quickly today - okay. It's no different than before.

After receiving the text message, Shen Qingjia was in a somewhat complicated mood, she didn't know if what Hua Bijin said was true or not, but she hoped it was true. It's just that the news still makes her a little uneasy. So she didn't dare to say it directly after struggling for a long time - if you are unhappy, you must tell me. There are always many encounters in life that are helpless, and the same is true for separation. There is no other way but to accept it. Come on!

Hua Bijin is reading a comic, and now she doesn't have that kind of concentration at all. She had a misty expression on her face, and she didn't know what was wrong with Shen Qingjia today. How can you say something that is not boundary? Is she unhappy again? Since she was a child, she likes to think like this, thinking about inexplicable questions. I didn't expect that I was still naïve and ignorant in high school. Hua Rujin closed the book, thought about it, and seriously replied to her message - anyway, there will be new people, right? Don't dwell on the useless stuff, we have to look forward, look forward!

Looking at the passionate tone in the text message, Shen Qingjia was quite surprised, and thought that this was reasonable. Growing up, she rarely saw Nijin, and was sad about something she thought was actually big. She always looks like she is on top and doesn't take these trivialities to heart. Maybe it's happier that way. Shen Qingjia was silent for two or three minutes before replying to the text message - yes. Look ahead.

Hua Bijin did not reply to the text message.

Now she was just thinking about one thing, whether Song Fusheng would accompany her to the city library to return the books this weekend. If the book is not returned, it will be overdue. No matter what, you must bring Song Fusheng with you.

Song Fusheng looked at the past——

He's reading a book in his seat. Perhaps because he had a cold face, he had an innate charm even when he was so serious about reading a famous book (Rousseau's Confessions) that did not fall into her favorite category. The girls on the edge of the seats showed their sincere affection as if they were admiring a beautiful work of art. To put it bluntly, he can't extricate himself from falling into the beauty of this prosperous world, and he is willing to be a big nymphomaniac. Is Song Fusheng good-looking? Of course it's good-looking! There is no doubt about it! Hua Bijin likes him to stand side by side with her, she always remembers those envious and appreciative eyes when she was a child, she and Song Fusheng are a match made in heaven! No one is more suitable to stand next to Song Fusheng than her!

Thinking like this, Hua Bijin's mood became very good, and she walked towards Song Fusheng with confidence.

"Song Fusheng. Let's go to the library together on Saturday. Hua Qijin smiled like an angel.

The flowers and plants looked at the flowers and immediately returned to their own world as if they didn't care about the conversation between them—either reading a book or pretending to write notes or looking out the window. But secretly, one by one still pricked up their ears to listen to the conversation between the two.

Hua Bijin knew all these scenes, and she was very proud. That is, she dared to invite Song Fusheng to do things so blatantly, and others were just knocking on the side. And you can't get a good face.

Because she's a flower.

"I couldn't go that day." Song Fusheng's gaze did not leave the book. This made Hua Bijin very annoyed, she pulled out the thick book in his hand, and tried to smile and try not to let others see that she was actually a little angry now, "It won't take much time to go to the library to return the books, let's go together in the morning." Hua Rujin kept smiling at Song Fusheng.

……

Song Fusheng looked at Hua Nijin's talking eyes for three seconds, and then said without any waves, "I'm not free all day." ”

Syllable!

Hua Yijin pretended to be careless and accidentally dropped the book on the table, "I didn't take it well." Song-floating-living? Are you sure? "She's giving him a chance.

"Sure." Song Fusheng didn't mind the flowery little temper, he took the book casually, and continued to turn to the page he had just read.

Flowers were around him like air, and he didn't pay attention to them at all.

"Song Fusheng?" Hua Rujin smiled and called his name. If it weren't for the fact that so many people were watching in the classroom, she would have exploded. It is precisely because so many people are looking at her that she feels even more embarrassed. No one has ever refused her flowery request, except for Song Fusheng!

"You have to find someone to go, I think Zhuang Zhou is free." Song Fusheng understands that she has always vowed not to give up until she reaches her goal, but he doesn't want to deal with her on this issue anymore, so he gave each other a step down. Song Fusheng pointed to Zhuang Zhou, who was watching the excitement on the side.

Zhuang Zhou's eyes instantly enlarged, and it seemed that he had been betrayed by this black-bellied friend again. He is a good guy every time it comes to a critical moment. "Hmm. I'm free. Zhuang Zhou wanted to cry without tears, but he still showed a charming beautiful young man smile.

Well, when he smiled, he unconsciously captured the hearts of many girls.

Song Fusheng is as cold as moonlight, and Zhuang Zhou is as warm as jade. Good-looking people always mingle with good-looking people. Friends of good-looking people are just as good-looking.

Those girls who pretend to be watching an idol drama next to them are imagining all kinds of beautiful plots.

It's beautiful to be young.

Zhuang Zhou has always felt that being smart is one of the great advantages of flowers. For example, even if she is not so happy now, she still smiles gracefully and decently, and her voice is soft, "Eh." That's no way, if you say so, I'm not going to be strong. Then let's go together next time. ”

Song Fusheng did not reply to her.

She didn't have the anger just now, she smiled and said to Zhuang Zhou, "Then see you on Saturday." ”

Zhuang Zhou really admired her. It's obviously a big lady who likes to make trouble unreasonably, but she always knows how to stop in moderation. But Zhuang Zhou understands better that Hua Bijin is just doing this for her face.

In other words, it is a noble way to become a superior person.

But it's clear that flowers are not the same thing.

Zhuang Zhou was not in the mood to continue studying Hua Nijin, he watched Hua Nijin return to her own seat and immediately walked to the front seat of Song Fusheng and sat down: "Young Master Fusheng, how can you thank me this time?" I've helped you again. ”

"This month's rent is free." Song Fusheng said calmly.

"What about next month?" Zhuang Zhou asked with a smile.

"Double."

"Hah??? What kind of exemption is this! Zhuang Zhou shouted. Originally, I thought that Song Fusheng would simply say that he would be exempt from ...... next month It's really, really Song Fusheng's style.

"If you move out, I can give you double." Song Fusheng said.

“…… Song Fusheng! Zhuang Zhou suddenly got up and grabbed Song Fusheng's shoulder, and after a moment, he let go again, "Forget it, I'll give you double." "Hundred Plating" The latest chapter of "The Flowers in the World Are Dusty Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.