Unconsciously, an hour and a half passed, and Su Rourou finally finished her homework. She let out a long sigh of relief and shook off the pen in her hand.

Luo Yichen raised his eyes from the screen of his mobile phone: "Done?" More than half an hour! ”

With that, he got up and walked over to her and sat down beside her.

And Su Rourou secretly moved her chair out the moment he sat down.

The expression on Luo Yichen's face stiffened for a moment, and he quickly returned to his normal color. He put his homework book on the left and Su Rourou's homework book on the right, and picked up a red pen to help her correct it.

Su Rourou lazily rested her little head on her arm, eating the plate of fruit that Li Juan had sent earlier, while looking sideways at Luo Yichen.

His expression was focused, and his long, curled eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a faint shadow on the bridge of his tall nose. The pen in her hand circled and forked her homework book, and her thin lips tightened and tightened.

Su Rourou's gaze slipped from the corners of his pursed lips to his homework book, and her heart suddenly jumped. Why are five of the ten questions crossed widely?

Although my grades are not very good, they are not bad to this extent, right? Her self-esteem took a serious hit, and her eating fruit slowed down.

Luo Yichen also seemed to notice her sudden low mood, glanced at her and said, "Your accuracy rate is a bit low!" ”

Looks like he's going to have to make up for her badly. Otherwise, how could she go to the same university as him in the future?

Su Rourou rolled her eyes: This tone sounded like his answer was a standard answer! Proud narcissistic guy!

Although she knew that she and Luo Yichen were not on the same level, she still said stubbornly: "Who said that my accuracy rate is low?" Yours is not the standard answer! Maybe it's you! ”

Looking at her stubborn expression, Luo Yichen was angry and funny, and gently flicked her forehead and said, "I said, can you be humble?" ”

Su Rourou covered her forehead, raised her head and glared at him: "You are the one who is not modest!" ”

"Oh, really?" Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows: "Okay, let's bet to see whose answer is right, do you dare?" ”

"Bet on it! Who's afraid of whom! Tell you, you're doomed! Although Su Rourou's heart is very empty, the momentum on her face is not lost at all.

"Bet on what?" Luo Yichen leaned back in his chair, looking determined to win.

"Bubble tea!" Su Rourou blurted out habitually.

Luo Yichen was speechless: "I said, can you be a little creative?" It's bubble tea every time, are you tired of it? ”

"Then you have a creative idea, you can talk about it!" Su Rourou spread her hands indifferently.

"Just bet on ......" Luo Yichen thought seriously for a while, lowered his head and looked at her, his gaze swept over her fair cheeks without a trace, and then her pink lips.

On the rosy lips, there is still fruit juice remaining, exuding a sweet smell. His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment, his gaze getting hotter.

Su Rourou was a little uncomfortable with him, and her little face was burned by his gaze. She curled back in alarm, leaning back, trying to distance herself from him.

But in his mind, he uncontrollably remembered his fingertips caressing his lips on the top floor of the school during the day. Oh, my God! What was she thinking! Is it that when it comes to the girl's thinking period, she can also think about Luo Yichen?