I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck

Mingxi is always diligent to get up early, the sky is still bright, and everything is silent.

She came down with her schoolbag, took the key from the aunt in the dormitory building and squatted down to open the iron door.

As soon as the iron gate opened, she noticed the tall figure outside.

"Hey, Brother Xi, why were you here early in the morning? Didn't you sleep last night?" Mingxi jumped down the steps three times and again, ran down quickly, and dialed his forehead bangs: "Is there something urgent? "

"How could I not sleep?!" Fu Yangxi said with an expression of "Do you think I am a steel man?", "I fell asleep as soon as I got home from the train station yesterday, because I went to bed too early. I woke up early in the morning and ran out for a walk with nothing to do, just passing by the downstairs of your dormitory."

Fu Yangxi asked: "Did you pick up your relatives yesterday?"

"I got it." When Mingxi mentioned the Dong family, the corners of his lips couldn't help but began to rise. Even if I haven't seen them for two years, I don't feel strange to meet them again. Both Aunt Dong and Uncle Dong have gained weight, while Dong Shen has lost weight.

She said: "They first find a place to settle down. I will go to have a meal with them after school today. After a while, Dong Shen will transfer to our school."

"Who?"

"Dong Shen."

Fu Yangxi pondered Zhao Mingxi's excited expression, trying not to show her sourness, pretending to ask casually: "Men's and women's?"

"Boy, one year younger than me, is a former neighbor."

Fu Yangxi asked abruptly: "Do you like him?"

"What's not? It's just a neighbor." Ming Xi frowned and looked at Fu Yangxi. And she wondered if Fu Yangxi, a single-cell school bully, knew what ‘like’ was. The girl in the music class handed him a thousand paper cranes last time, and he fiercely asked if the girl was going to fight. Fu Yangxi didn't even get resuscitation.

"Then he likes you?"

"I don't like it." Mingxi said helplessly: "I want to study hard now. You also know the situation in my family. I am not Zhao Mingxi. I am Niu Colu Mingxi. I must raise my grades to a higher level. "

Fu Yangxi got the answer she wanted and tried hard not to be too obvious.

He thought triumphantly, learning and not learning are all excuses.

Obviously, I already like him.

That being the case.

"Here." Fu Yangxi put one hand in her pocket, turned her head, and coldly handed a bunch of packed breakfast to Mingxi.

Mingxi was flattered and took a look at the kraft paper packing bag, and saw that there were McDonald's inside and several Chinese breakfasts.

She looked up at Fu Yangxi again, not daring to say: "Give it to me?"

Is the sun coming out from the west?

Mingxi watched Fu Yangxi's early morning cold air, with dew condensed on the ends of her hair, and her heart jumped inexplicably, "You, did you come here early in the morning to give me breakfast?"

"What's a special trip for you?! Why are you so narcissistic with the little mask?" Fu Yangxi's white neck was red, and she immediately jumped irritably, as if she heard some fantasy jokes: "My driver bought a lot, I You can't finish it, you can help me solve the rest. I'm too lazy to mention it, you take it to the classroom and give it to Ke Chengwen and the others."

"Oh." Mingxi glanced at the weight of a few people in his hand.

I also feel that I just became narcissistic.

Fu Yangxi, a young master like that, he would do it for his younger brother with his finger to call for a helicopter, but he was crazy to do the thing of squatting downstairs in the girls' dormitory to deliver breakfast early in the morning.

"Then why don't you just take it to the classroom?" Mingxi asked.

Fu Yangxi said, "Can I stop by and get the clothes stuffed in your schoolbag yesterday?"

The coats that the group of people wore yesterday were all soiled with muddy water, so they bought a few clothes in the town.

The other people's dirty clothes were carried by themselves, but Fu Yangxi was too lazy to take them.

His dirty coat was wrapped in a plastic bag and stuffed in Mingxi's schoolbag.

Mingxi remembered it and mumbled: "I thought you would just throw that coat away."

It's just a piece of dirty clothes. As for coming here to get it? It also made her feel passionate, thinking that he sent her breakfast specially.

"Very expensive, okay?!" Fu Yangxi said angrily: "Go back and carefully look at the sign on the label. There are more than 30,000 pieces! What if I didn't want to get the clothes--"

"Ahhhhh, know it's expensive, shut up." Mingxi was so loud that his ears were tingling, he glanced at the people around him, turned and ran upstairs: "Okay, I'll go up and get it now."

Fu Yangxi watched her run up, the schoolbag on her back bumped and her lips curled up.

Mingxi took the clothes off and carried them in a bag, and the prince Fu was satisfied.

The two walked towards the classroom in the morning mist.

After Mingxi entered the classroom, he hurriedly opened the book and ate while reading.

After taking two bites, he put the other breakfast on Ke Chengwen's table and left it to Ke Chengwen.

The place in the Hundred Schools League is not easy, and she must prepare well and not waste this opportunity. Regardless of whether you can get the prize or not, the final pass must be passed.

When Fu Yangxi saw that she only took two bites, she felt a waste. But seeing her is to seize the time to study, and it is not easy to bother.

He sat aside, looked at her for a while, and couldn't help asking: "When will you participate in the training camp of the Hundred Schools League?"

Mingxi turned on the phone and checked the date, and said, "I have to go to the training camp on October 23. It will last for ten days."

"Then your birthday has to be celebrated at the training camp?"

Mingxi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fu Yangxi somewhat unexpectedly. He only said a date perfunctorily last time, so he remembered it?

Unexpectedly, he has poor sleep performance every day, but his memory is so good?

"Let's talk about it then, it doesn't matter if I pass." Mingxi said indifferently: "You accompany me back to grandma's place. It is the best birthday present."

Fu Yangxi: "I'll think of a solution then."

He said in his heart that it would be okay for him to run to the training camp that day.

But this was a surprise, and Fu Yangxi didn't plan to say it at this time.

Fu Yangxi paused, flipped the pages of the book, and continued to stare at Zhao Mingxi.

"..."

Zhao Mingxi was uncomfortable staring at him, turned his head and stared at him blankly: "What's the matter? You didn't sleep this morning?"

In the past, the first thing Fu Yangxi did when she came to school every morning was to lie on the table to make up for sleep, and the air pressure was still quite low.

What's wrong today, there are so many words?

And he looked at himself as if waiting for himself to say something.

Fu Yangxi thought that Zhao Mingxi would add, ‘Your birthday is coming soon, I can celebrate it for you’.

However, after waiting for a long time, Zhao Mingxi did not wait for such a sentence.

He stared at Zhao Mingxi, wondering suspiciously, did the little mask forget his birthday?

This is impossible.

Where can I not remember the birthday of a person I like.

And that day he also specifically hinted that Ke Chengwen emphasized it twice.

Zhao Mingxi just wanted to surprise him, so he deliberately pretended that he couldn't remember it.

"Nothing." Fu Yangxi thought this way, her lips curled up, her heart full of expectation: "I said that I had enough sleep last night."

He took out the recharged noise-cancelling headphones and put them on, then pulled out his Pikachu pillow and lay on the table.

As soon as his gaze fell bored out of the window, he saw the group of people from the varsity team walking past the window.

I don't know if it is Fu Yangxi's illusion. How does he feel that the varsity team is always coming up from the corridor on the right of the international class recently?

Obviously, it is most convenient for people in the gold medal class to take the corridor on the left.

And they used to walk the corridor on the left-

This has caused this group of people to appear more frequently outside the international class corridor.

Even people like Fu Yangxi who never cared about others and were indifferent to others had noticed.

And the person headed by Shen Whatyao.

Every time you pass by, you have to look over here.

Fu Yangxi raised her head slightly, frowning unhappily, her eyes dark, and she looked back coldly.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Zhao Mingxi's voice suddenly came from the ear.

Mingxi pinched the gel pen and looked at Fu Yangxi's hand lying on the table suspiciously. Because he was lying on the table, his sleeve was slightly lifted up, so a small bruise on the wrist bone was exposed.

Mingxi may not have noticed it after changing someone else.

But Fu Yangxi's skin was pale and cold, and the bruises were particularly obvious on him.

"..."

Fu Yangxi came back to her senses, and instantly pulled her sleeve down to cover the bruise.

Seeing Zhao Mingxi still looking at him, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you fall down when you were chased by a dog on the mountain?"

Mingxi: "I fell the day before yesterday? How do I remember when I returned by train yesterday."

Fu Yangxi said: "You are so dizzy on the train, how can you remember it so clearly?"

"Okay." Ming Xi didn't ask much, she took out the medicinal liquor that hadn't been used up last time from the table: "Get your hand over."

Fu Yangxi thought that once he was born again and again, he had already been given medicine by her in front of the library last time. After the second time, he would not be stiff.

But he didn't expect his heart to beat fast at this moment.

Mingxi poured some medicinal wine on the bruise on his wrist, then rubbed it with the palm of his hand.

Fu Yangxi lowered her eyes to look at her, her gaze fell on her slightly pursed lips, and she felt as if a light source had fallen in the dark corner, illuminating it a little, and warming it up, and her limbs were about to melt with the warmth.

Fu Yangxi curled her mouth.

Mingxi thought he was going to say something like "scars are men's medals", and didn't even want to say directly: "Shut up and be quiet."

Fu Yangxi: "..."

Fu Yangxi couldn't help laughing.

...

Mingxi felt that his bruise must be more than that on his wrist, and he pulled his sleeve to push him up without paying attention.

However, Fu Yangxi was very alert and retracted her hand in time.

Mingxi took advantage of the absence of anyone in the classroom, and went to pull his coat.

Fu Yangxi almost didn't jump on the table. He quickly stepped back, leaning back against the wall, hugging his chest with both hands, guarding his innocence, and his face flushed to the equator: "What are you doing early in the morning?"

It's worthy of being a small mask.

"..."

"Forget it, if you have the rest, go on your own." Ming Xi was angry.

Why does the prince behave like she wants to belittle him all day?

She didn't even think about it, okay?

But there shouldn't be much in other places anyway.

Mingxi was sure that the small **** where they fell was very soft, and she didn't hurt herself.

"Take it." Ming Xi pushed the medicinal wine onto Fu Yangxi's table.

Fu Yangxi didn't seem to mind her fierceness, and even seemed to be used to and indulging her little brother occasionally to start ‘following offense’.

Fu Yangxi picked up the medicinal wine and went to the bathroom leisurely.