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The building has been covered very high, but the heat is not as great as it used to be.

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

Building 532: I heard that Jicheng has a knife in his hand. You can be careful.

533 floor: How do you know upstairs?

534 floor: The classmates of our class saw it. Really, I don't lie to you. He really has a knife in his hand.

535 floor: The director also asked him to ask questions. I don't know where the grandson hid the knife. He didn't find it, but there is really, you believe me!

536 floor: A transfer student is so crazy?

Jicheng slept until noon, and the kite sat inside. He couldn't get anywhere, and she couldn't get out.

After the kite was honed, he stepped on the chair and jumped out.

Perfect landing.

This little question, can you?

Yu Yue stood at the front door of the classroom with her little follower, staring at her with a gaze.

The first kite left the back door and was completely ignored.

The afternoon class was a bit boring. The kite held the chin and didn't know what to think.

Jicheng, who was kneeling on the table, finally moved.

On the cheeks of the white stork, because of sleeping, a slight blush, white and red, delicate and jade, give people a very sweet and delicious feeling.

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

The eyelashes flicked a few times, and the blind eyes gradually became clear.

His face is facing the side of the kite, and the focal length is instantly on the kite.

The first kite looked at him with his eyes closed, and the bottom of the cymbal was clear and cold, and he could not see the undulating shackles.

What does that look like?

Anyway, Jicheng does not understand.

She doesn't look at the blackboard and see what she is doing?

Jicheng frowned and first removed his sight.

What does she do and what does she have to do with herself.

He looked up and glanced at the podium, and then he didn't care about it. The cheeks with blush slowly returned to normal, but gradually turned white.

Jicheng buried his face in his arms.

The arm was suddenly poked.

Jicheng was embarrassed and found that he was poked himself with a pen. The owner of the pen was his same table.

The kite handed him a box of cakes from below.

Jicheng looked at her doubtfully.

"You are not hungry?" The kite lowered the voice.

Jicheng’s hand on his stomach slightly grasped the clothes.

The stomach is hurting.

hungry.

His movements are already hidden.

She just asked casually, still found...

However, according to his short time with the same table, she did not have the habit of storing snacks - at least he had never seen her seat before eating.

"Thank you."

Jicheng took the cake and thanked him.

He put it in the table and didn't plan to eat it.

"If you are starving, I will be very troublesome, classmates." Good guy card, is this abusive?

Jicheng: "..."

Just a doubt just now, now it is certain that she knows she is hungry.

He is really hungry.

Jicheng took a slight breath and took out the box of cakes.

The box packaging is very delicate, unlike the things in the school, the sweet smell of the cake, the moment the box is opened.

Inside is a good one, one small cake.

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

The young gangster was bulging and looked like a little hamster, very cute.

The sweet and fragrant cake spread out in the mouth, and the teenager looked relaxed.

The first kite poked the same table in front of the stamp.

The front table suddenly turned back, and the nephew of the first kite was a little scared, and he did not dare to speak. He could only express his doubts with his expression.

The first kite handed him a piece of money and pointed to the milk in his desk.

The front desk quickly handed the milk to her and waved her hand to indicate no need.

The kite slammed the money twice and threw it at his desk.

The first kite handed the milk to Jicheng.

Jicheng bowed his head and did not notice the exchange between the first kite and the front desk. Looking at the milk handed over, he squatted and screamed at the gang to marry her.

The latter saw him not picking up, cold face and thrown directly into his arms.

-

Jicheng ate something, and the stomach was better. He squatted on the table, took out a word and wrote a line of words and pushed it to the side of the kite.

- Is your injury okay?

- I am not hurt!

What do you say?

Who is hurt!

Who is hurt! !

She didn't have a good guy card so weak chicken!

She is good!

When the kite looked at him, Jicheng felt that the eyes were extraordinarily cold, like the snow in the cold winter, falling down and drowning him.

- How much, I will give you.

--No need to.

Although the first kite said no, Jicheng still pushed the money to the kite.

First kite: "..." Am I missing this money? !

Jicheng’s attitude was firm, and the kite frowned and directly stuffed into his jacket.

Jicheng subconsciously pulled her hand.

The fingertips of the kite had already encountered the coldness in his jacket.

Jicheng glanced at her, pulled her hand out, pulled the jacket down, and didn't give her the money again.

Jicheng looked calm and pressed the papers of the words and did not reply.

When the class left, the teacher left homework, and the first kite suddenly came over: "Classmate, can you write?"

The juvenile exudes a mixture of cake and milk, which is particularly good, sweet and delicious, making people want to take a bite.

Jicheng did not expect that the first kite would suddenly come so close, and the breath suddenly stopped.

He could feel her faint breath, the subtle winds swept through the chin, and the whole person was in the same place.

Under the gaze of the kite, Jicheng shook his head honestly.

"I can't write."

"What do you want to use." Even a homework won't be written.

The first kite snorted and sat back, but she whispered and Jicheng did not hear it.

Jicheng is a school of slag.

The first kite thought of this and was very desperate.

Then who helped me with my homework?

The first kite eyes fell on the front table.

The front desk suddenly felt that the back ridge was cold, and there was a layer of goose bumps on his arm. He rubbed his arm and was not cold today...

The kite took the pen against the back of the front table: "Help me write down my homework."

The front desk suddenly became stiff, like a robot, and it was difficult to turn back: "...I wrote it for you to copy?"

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

"...the amount...good, good." I dare not refuse.

Scorpio!

I always feel that Xu Chuan has become terrible.

This is the legendary death in silence, just broke out in silence?

Fortunately, I have never finished her before...

Hey, he has to change seats! !

Jicheng looked at the kite and the front table to complete the dark trade and slightly licked his lower lip.

The bottom of my heart is slightly uncomfortable.

But I don't know what I am upset about.

She asked someone to write homework for her. That is her business, what is the relationship with her?

After school in the afternoon, Jicheng did not leave the position. After the kite went out, he brought him a cup of milk tea and returned.

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

Plus, his stomach is not very comfortable before, can't drink too cold, this temperature is the most suitable.

Ji Cheng really does not understand, she is deliberately buying warm, but also coincidence.

but……

Jicheng took the tea and put the milk on the table of Yu Yue, and filled the whole table.