Within two minutes of the bell ringing for the end of the first class, Liang Ke appeared at the door of the second and third classes.

The girl sitting in the front row pulled her throat and helped her call Ling Xing: "Ling Xing, someone is looking for you-"

Hearing someone call Ling Xing, Su Qingluo subconsciously looked up, and his reaction was even faster than when Ling Xing heard his name.

The weather was still very cold, Ling Xing walked out of the classroom, and at a glance he saw Liang Ke, who had wrapped himself in a ball and kept snorting into the palm of his hand.

I remember someone once said that the cold in the south and the north are different, the cold in the north is straightforward and cold, not to mention freezing people, everything can be frozen;

The cold in the south is different, sometimes the temperature is not too low in the past, but it can freeze people so much that they don't obey the call.

The cold in the south is clammy and cold, cold to the bone.

There is no doubt that Liang is terrible and cold, and he is very afraid.

Hearing Ling Xing's voice calling her, she put down her hand and put it in her pocket, revealing her head under the furry hat, and her little face was red from the cold, which was more exaggerated than the blush she usually wiped.

Although Ling Xing also felt cold, it was not to the extent that Liang Ke exaggerated, so she asked her soul: "Is it so cold......

Liang Ke didn't say a word, he reached out from his pocket and grabbed Ling Xing's hand hanging by his side.

Liang Ke's hands were actually as warm as ice ballast, and Ling Xing shivered from being stimulated by the cold: "Why are you so cold?"

"Whew!" Liang Ke withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, and sighed leisurely: "Originally, I was afraid of the cold, and it happened to be the menstrual period of these two days."

Ling Xing was helpless about this, so he had to use the scumbag quotes: "Then you... Drink plenty of hot water. ”

There's nothing that can't be solved with a cup of hot water, and if it really doesn't, then two.

Liang Ke shook his head: "It's not real hot water or something, I'll still listen to Lele, stick some warm baby."

Lele?

The relationship between the two has reached this point, and it is not a loss to Zeng Zhile, who is familiar with him.

Liang Ke's class is some distance from the second and third classes, and the break time is only ten minutes, so now is not the time to chat.

She took out two small gift boxes from her pocket and handed them to Ling Xing, one blue and one pink.

Ling Xing stretched out his hand to take it and thanked him.

The delicate face of the girl in front of her is half-hidden under the fluffy hat, and a trace of shyness can be glimpsed spreading on her face: "The pink one is for you, and the blue one is for ......"

"I know," Ling Xing took her unfinished words, "the blue is for my brother." ”

Liang Ke became even more embarrassed when he heard this, and the two big eyes that were only revealed flashed several times: "Will that brother ......?"

A return gift?

It's hard to say about this, whether Shi Shu will accept the gift from Liang Ke is another matter.

After all, in the past so many years, Shi Shu has never had friends, and he doesn't need friends, he is alone all day long, as if he has become accustomed to the life of a person.

Ling Xing didn't dare to promise easily, so he only said, "You wait for me, I also have a gift for you."

"Xingxing," Liang Ke hurriedly stopped her, and she asked, "Your gifts are all refills, right?"

Ling Xing: "......"

Knowing too much may not be a good thing for you.

Who told her that she only gave refills as gifts?

Liang Ke's attitude was very sincere: "Forget it, don't give it to me, I hardly write, it's too wasteful."

Back in the classroom, Ling Xing put the gift given by Liang Ke into a shoulder bag, still thinking about whether Shi Shu would accept Liang Ke's gift, and how sad would he be if he didn't accept Liang Ke?

This doesn't seem to be the key point, the key point is that she is Liang Ke's wingman......

cough, Shi Shu is very good to her, almost no temper, but this is also between the premise that she is his sister, if it is a matter of love and love......

Wouldn't it be bad for her stepsister to meddle rashly?

Shi Shu has a good temper, but he is not without a temper, and he has a soft temperament, but he is not easy to handle.

Ling Xing suddenly regretted a little bit, today she helped Liang Ke transfer gifts, and tomorrow morning when she woke up, there might be no breakfast to eat.

Ling Xing lay on the desk and mourned for a while, and when she turned her head, she saw her tablemate Zeng Zhile looking back frequently today, his expression was quite indescribable.

Not only Zeng Zhile alone, but also Lu Qianmo, who didn't like gossip at the front table, also began to turn his head to look behind him frequently.

Look who speaks for themselves.

Outstanding people will always be paid too much attention, not to mention that Su Qingluo is so good that he is called the god of learning by his peers, which shows how much glory he has been awarded.

Ling Xing also turned his head to look behind them along their line of sight.

Forehead... It's nothing more than surprise, astonishment, curiosity and other emotions written on their faces.

Nothing else, it's really the puff puff and purple ballpoint pen in Su Qingluo's hand that looks too ...... Sao.

It's incompatible with his cold god-like personality.

Ling Xing felt that the pen in Su Qingluo's hand was very familiar, and when she sent the thousand refills, it seemed that she had thrown a few pen shells into it.

At that time, out of the psychology of teasing Su Qingluo, the pen shells she put in were pink and tender, which was the style that the younger girl liked, and she felt naïve that style and would not use it anymore.

Su Qingluo actually knows how to use it?!

Wait, does Su Qingluo usually write during recess?

No, not to mention the recess, he rarely writes even during class time, and tries to not use a pen if he can.

What a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, it is simply equivalent to farting in him!

So, what is he writing about?

The class bell rang, and it didn't affect Ling Xing to look back.

The distance between the front and back tables was close enough, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Su Qingluo's notebook full of writing, and he was copying composition materials.

Line by line, excerpts are extremely serious.

In the past two months since the beginning of the school year, the Chinese teacher has praised Su Qingluo's composition level more than once, and he is also his writing model, and he has lectured to his classmates several times.

Su Qingluo usually reads some material books related to writing, but he only reads them, and has never made any excerpts and records.

It can't really be stimulated by her refills, right?

The English teacher was still talking to Sister Yu who was about to go to Class 22 outside the corridor, and Ling Xing took this opportunity to gently tap Su Qingluo's desk with his finger bones.

Not only Su Qingluo raised his head, but even his tablemate Pei Yan also looked at Ling Xing.

Although Zeng Zhile didn't look back, his body quietly leaned back and stretched out his ears at the same time.

Su Qingluo's eyes were very dark when he was concentrating on looking at people, especially when he looked at Ling Xing: "Huh?"

Ling Xing's gaze fell on the pen in his hand, and his voice was much lowered: "Don't you think this pen is a little inconsistent with your temperament?"

She literally asked the questions that the whole class wanted to ask, and for a while many of her classmates turned into rabbits with long ears.

Even Ji Yan was reminded by the monkey, pursing the corners of his lips and looking at Ling Xing and Su Qingluo.

It's a pity that the voices of the two are low, and they can't be heard at all when they are a little farther away.

Su Qingluo half-lowered his eyelids and looked at the pink and purple pen in his hand, the pen turned flexibly twice in his knuckled palm, and was held into a posture that was convenient for writing.

The boy raised his eyes again, and there was a subtle light in his dark eyes.

"I don't think so." He said.

Ling Xing blinked his eyes twice, not holding back the smile at the corner of his mouth: "That...... I still have this pen case at home, do you want it? ”

Su Qingluo was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "I want what you give."

(End of chapter)