The building has been built very high, but the heat is not as strong as before.

After all, it's just a rumor, and there is no evidence.

532F: I heard that Ji Cheng has a knife in his hand, so you can be careful.

533rd Floor: How did you know upstairs?

534F: My classmates saw it, really, I don't lie to you, he really has a knife in his hand.

535th floor: The dean of education asked him to ask, I don't know where this grandson hid the knife, I didn't find it, but there really is, you believe me!

536F: A transfer student is so crazy?

Ji Cheng slept until noon after school, Chu Zheng sat inside, and if he didn't get up, she couldn't get out.

Chu Zheng pondered and jumped out of the chair.

Landing perfectly.

This little question, can I be?

Yu Yue stood at the front door of the classroom with her little attendant, staring at her with unkind eyes.

Hatsukite left through the back door, completely ignoring it.

The afternoon class was a bit boring, and Hatsukoto held his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ji Cheng, who was lying on the table, finally moved.

On the fair cheeks, because of sleeping, a slight flush is pressed, white and red, delicate as jade, giving people a very sweet and delicious feeling.

His head was still against his arm, and his other hand gently rubbed his eyes.

The eyelashes trembled a few times, and the misty eyes gradually became clear.

His face was facing the side of the first zheng, and the focus was instantly on the first zheng.

Chu Zheng was looking at him intently, his eyes were clear and cold, and he couldn't see half of the undulating ripples.

I can't tell what that gaze means......

Anyway, Ji Cheng doesn't understand much.

She doesn't look at the blackboard, what does she do?

Ji Cheng frowned and looked away first.

What does she do and what does it matter to herself.

He raised his head to look at the podium, and then lay down carelessly, his cheeks, which had been flushed, slowly returned to normal, but gradually turned a little whiter.

Ji Cheng buried all his face in the crook of his arm.

Suddenly, someone poked his arm.

Ji Cheng raised his eyes and found that it was a pen that poked him, and the owner of that pen was his tablemate.

Hatsukoto handed him a box of cakes from below.

Ji Cheng looked at her suspiciously.

"You're not hungry?" Hatsukoto lowered his voice.

Ji Cheng's hand on his stomach grasped his clothes slightly.

My stomach hurts uncomfortably.

Hungry.

His movements were already hidden.

She just asked casually, but still found ......

But from his brief time with the tablemate, she wasn't in the habit of stockpiling snacks—at least he had never seen anything in her seat before.

"Thank you."

Ji Cheng took the cake and thanked him in a low voice.

He put it on the table and didn't intend to eat it.

"I'll be in trouble if you're starving, classmate." Is there a masochistic problem with the good guy card?

Ji Cheng: "......"

Just now she was just confused, but now she is sure that she knows that she is hungry.

He was indeed hungry.

Ji Cheng took a slight breath and took out the box of cakes.

The packaging of the box is exquisite, not like something from school, and the sweet smell of the cake comes to you the moment the box is opened.

The inside is divided, one by one, small cakes.

He stuffed one into his mouth, and although it was small, it was still a little bigger.

The boy's cheeks are bulging and looks like a little hamster, which is very cute.

The sweet and fragrant cake spread out in the mouth, and the teenager's expression was a lot more relaxed.

Hatsukite poked his table mate in front of him.

The front table turned his head blankly, and looked at the cold eyes of the first kite, and he was suddenly a little scared, and he didn't dare to speak, so he could only express his doubts with his expression.

Hatsukite handed him a piece of money and pointed to the milk on his table.

The front table hurriedly handed her the milk and waved her hand to signal that it was no longer necessary.

Chu Zheng directly rubbed the money twice and threw it on his table.

Hatsukoto handed the milk to Ji Cheng.

Ji Cheng lowered his head, didn't notice the communication between Chu Zheng and the front table, looking at the milk handed over, he was stunned, and puffed out his cheeks to look at her.

The latter saw that he didn't answer, and threw it directly into his arms with a cold little face.

-

Ji Cheng ate something, his stomach felt better, he lay on the table, took out a word and wrote a line, and pushed it to the side of Chu Zheng.

- Are your injuries alright?

- I'm not hurt!

What nonsense.

Who was hurt!

Who got hurt!!

She doesn't have such a weak chicken as a good person!

She's fine!

Chu Zheng glanced at him, and Ji Cheng felt that his eyes were extremely cold, like the flying snow of the cold winter moon, falling in a row, which could drown him.

- How much, I'll give it to you.

- No, you don't.

Although Chu Zheng said no, Ji Cheng still pushed the money to Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng: "...... "Am I the one who lacks this money?!"

Ji Cheng was resolute, Chu Zheng frowned, and stuffed it directly into his coat.

Ji Cheng subconsciously pulled her hand.

Hatsuko's fingertips had touched the coldness of his coat.

Ji Cheng glanced at her, pulled her hand out, pulled off her coat, and didn't give her any more money.

Ji Cheng calmly pressed the paper with a book and did not reply.

At the end of class, the teacher left homework, and Chu Zheng suddenly came over: "Classmate, do you know how to write?" ”

The boy's body exudes the milky aroma of cake and milk, which is particularly good, sweet and delicious, and makes people want to take a bite.

Ji Cheng didn't expect Chu Zheng to suddenly get so close, and his breath suddenly stopped.

He could feel her faint breathing, a subtle flow of wind swept across her chin, and the whole person froze in place.

Under the gaze of Chu Zheng, Ji Cheng shook his head honestly.

"I won't write."

"What's the use of asking you?" I can't even write a single homework.

Chu Zheng muttered and sat back, but she said it quietly, and Ji Cheng didn't hear it clearly.

Ji Cheng is a scumbag.

Thinking of this, Chu Zheng was very desperate.

So who helps me with my homework?

Hatsuko's gaze fell on the front table.

The front table suddenly felt a chill in the back of his spine, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his arms, he rubbed his arms, it's not cold today......

Chu Zheng took the pen against the back of the front table: "Help me write my homework." ”

The front table suddenly stiffened, like a robot, and turned back with difficulty: "...... Shall I write it for you to copy? ”

"Help me write." The first zither is accented.

“…… Forehead...... Good, okay. "I didn't dare to say no at all.

Oh, my God!

I always feel that Xu Chuzheng has become so terrible.

Is this the legendary not to die in silence, but to explode in silence?

Fortunately, I haven't fixed her before......

Woo woo, he's going to change seats!!

Ji Cheng watched Chu Zheng and the front table complete the dark transaction, and pursed his lower lip slightly.

I felt a little unhappy at the bottom of my heart.

But I don't know what I'm not happy about.

She asked someone else to write her homework, that's her business, what does it have to do with herself?

Ji Cheng didn't leave his position after school in the afternoon, and after Chu Zheng went out, he brought him a cup of milk tea back.

Milk tea is warm, just right to drink in this not too hot weather.

In addition, his stomach was not very comfortable before, and he couldn't drink too cold, so this temperature was the most suitable.

Ji Cheng really didn't understand, she deliberately bought it warm, or it was just a coincidence.

But......

Ji Cheng watched Zhu Zi'an put milk tea on Yu Yue's table, filling the entire table.