"Brother Xuan!"

I smirked all the way back to my house, and in front of me was a young and beautiful girl younger than me, wearing a school uniform and a double ponytail, standing at the top of the stairs, with her hands behind her back, looking around, as if waiting for someone. When she saw me coming, she waved at me and called out to me softly.

"Yo! Soft? Waiting for someone?" I stopped giggling, replaced it with the smile of a big brother next door, and asked gently.

I know her.

The little beauty of the third grade of the junior high school of Shengshi Middle School is also my neighbor's little sister - Jiang Wanrou.

"Hmm." Jiang Wan nodded with a slight blush, and then quickly lowered her head, I could clearly see that her face was slowly getting redder, and after a while, I only heard her say shyly: "I...... I'm waiting for you. ”

Uh-huh? What's going on? I'm a little confused......

At this moment, her other hand appeared from behind her, and there was a small cardboard box in her hand.

Because it was already evening, the sun had already set, the light was not very strong, and there was no light at the staircase, so I couldn't see what was written on the cardboard box.

"Brother Xuan, this is...... This is ......" The little girl lowered her head and blushed and her eyes drooped, and her heart was probably beating fast, and her words were intermittent.

"What is it? Did you give it to your brother?" I asked, confused.

"Hmm." She answered softly.

Then, she handed the box to me, and the jade hand was quickly withdrawn and placed behind her back, her face even redder, and the mantis was about to be buried in her breast.

I looked down and found that it read "Suzhou Handmade Green Tea Cake" on it.

"When our family traveled to Suzhou during the summer vacation, we ate handmade green tea cakes that I thought were delicious, and I ...... My mom bought a few boxes and wanted to give them to my brother's house to try. She finally raised her head and said shyly, but her eyes kept looking away. Brother wants to eat it as soon as possible, it expires soon. ”

Oh - I bought a souvenir to give to our family, so what's so shy? The face is so red. Our family used to travel and often brought some special products back to share with the neighbors' family, every time I went to send a big grin, how can there be so much hypocrisy...... Forget it, don't think about it, don't think about it, waste your brain.

Later, I realized that little girls are like this, and it is not normal to give things to boys for the first time without this kind of performance, and I am really ashamed that the straight man was guilty of cancer at that time......

"Oh-thank you, Sister Wanrou! Brother will try it tonight. Of course, I was still very happy to receive her gift, I touched her head affectionately and said with a smile.

"Well, that brother...... I went to study in the evening. Goodbye, brother!" The little girl covered her face and ran away, leaving me standing stupidly in place.

I suddenly remembered that when I could have returned home, my aunt would send the souvenir again, why did this little girl wait here until I came to hand it to me before leaving? I really don't understand......

I took the cardboard box that Wanrou had given me and walked upstairs.

In the evening, in my air-conditioned study, I enjoyed the delicious green tea cakes (super delicious) and looked at the new work "When to Love at First Sight" (super beautiful) by the great god writer Mo Xuanjian Dagger, not to mention how refreshing.

As a result, I had insomnia.

Of course, I don't know if it's the green tea in the green tea cake to refresh memor, or the reason why the figure that is deeply imprinted in my mind lingers.

Anyway, I was in bed, tossing and turning, tossing and turning.

Outside the window, it was pitch black and silent, as if I had fallen asleep, but I was still in high spirits, unable to sleep, looking at the ceiling, and in the fluorescent lamp that was about to dim, her beautiful and cold face appeared again......

Damn, it's toxic......

I was awake through one of the hardest nights of my life, and I barely fell asleep until three o'clock, yes, I remember clearly, the clock hand by the bedside pointed to three o'clock.

So, the next day, when I got up, I found that the hour hand had pointed to the scale "9", which represented that I must be late, and at the same time, it represented the collapse and decay of my inner world......

"Hey, there's a 00 chance I'm late!"

Yesterday, someone's heroic words echoed in my ears, bitter in my heart.

It's over—