I really don't want to read

Sure enough, "Muppet Cat" blinked her big eyes lightly, and looked at herself from an upward angle, making the corners of Lin Xiaoxian's mouth twitch.

"okay…"

When the phone was hung up, Lin Xiaoxian couldn't wait to continue explaining:

"On the 8th, listen to me, you saved me, took care of me, and did the task... no... did the homework again, and came to see me at night, I thought you must be very tired, so I suggested you go home Get a good night's sleep...I don't want to drive you away, I just care about you..."

"..."

Number 8 was silent again, and her expression could not be seen in the night.

But probably still expressionless...

Lin Xiaoxian thought to himself.

The silence was still not long, and after a few seconds, No. 8 spoke about something just now:

"You... dreamed of me..."

"..."

"Also...call me..."

"..."

Lin Xiaoxian was worried, not knowing how to respond to this embarrassing question or statement.

In fact, No. 8 himself didn't know whether to ask him something, or just to say what he thought was good.

After saying these two sentences, she glanced at the study committee member lightly, and then talked about something that happened a long time ago:

"I want to see."

"Look... what?"

Lin Xiaoxian became vigilant, don't just look at her baby Jia, right?

Faced with this "little puppet" who can only take out a magic needle, even if she wants to use the study committee members for human experiments, Lin Xiaoxian will not feel strange.

However, No. 8 was not interested in the study committee members, and shook his head gently:

"I want to see…"

She seemed to be looking for the right words.

"…Gift."

Gift?

If Lin Xiaoxian gave her a gift, would it be a mobile phone?

But the mobile phone is in No. 8's own hand, and he can look at it whenever he wants.

Is that the gift you gave yourself on the 8th?

Strictly speaking, what No. 8 gave him was a life and a tube of mysterious potion.

Of course, these two things cannot be taken out casually.

Even if it was possible, Lin Xiaoxian actually wouldn't think about these two things at the moment. In fact, he quickly realized clearly what the gift No. 8 was talking about.

"The gift you're talking about...what is it?"

But Lin Xiaoxian started to play dumb.

……

What else?

The milk-flavored Band-Aid that Lin Xiaoshu gave her on the night of the 8th had already been thrown into the trash can by Lin Xiaoshu in front of his sister because of his "chagang"!

Now he is suddenly asked to take it out to have a look, where can he find it?

Lin Xiaoxian is not sure whether the Band-Aid given on the 8th has a more important symbol or meaning to her, but if it is only based on intuition, isn't it true?

Otherwise, at night when human beings tend to be sentimental, there is no reason for No. 8 to suddenly "look" at that thing, right?

……

In short, Lin Xiaoxian pretended to be stupid first, thinking about countermeasures in his mind while pretending to be stupid, but No. 8 suddenly approached, so fast that Lin Xiaoxian didn't even see her movements clearly. His small face was only one centimeter away from him.

"Gift."

If the delicate lips of the study committee member are like candy paper, then the small mouth of No. 8 is like a computer CG. It is so pink and tender that the fine lines on it can hardly be seen. The spray was on the tip of Lin Xiaoxian's nose, making him dizzy, and the shadow of this little girl and Lin Xiaoshu overlapped...

In terms of figure, saying that No. 8 is Xiaoshu's classmate is not against harmony at all.

"Gift, gone."

Lin Xiaoxian actually had a reason to lie to her, but at the moment when her and younger sister's figures overlapped, he suddenly planned to confess:

"I'm sorry on the 8th, Lin Xiaoshu... was my sister that day. Do you remember when you met her? She might... have a bad impression of you. When she came to visit me, she found the... gift you gave me, and then Very unhappy, very wronged... So in order to comfort her, I just..."

No. 8 has landed on Lin Xiaoxian at some point, his body bent down like a wild cat walking on the wall, his hands resting on the pillows on both sides of his head, a few strands of golden satin-like hair hang down on the back of his neck in a mess, It hangs by the ear, on the forehead, and on Lin Xiaoxian's face.

Her movements were unbelievably light. Seeing that the study committee hadn't been woken up yet, Lin Xiaoxian tried to emphasize:

"But I personally value the gifts that others give me!"

"Pay attention to…"

"Yes! Pay attention! The English name is zhongshi!"

Lin Xiaoxian inadvertently forgot English, so he used pinyin to fool him.

But it doesn't matter, 8s know what "importance" means.

"Really…"

A question sentence full of uncertain tone rarely came out of mouth 8, Lin Xiaoxian nodded decisively:

"real."

So, No. 8's eyes sparkled again, and his little hand reached into the loose collar, fiddled with it for a while, then took out two fragrant band-aids, and put them on Lin Xiaoxian's chest...

406 Miss Xia Luoqiu

Besides the Band-Aid, Number 8 pulled something else out of his collar.

"My cell phone?"

Lin Xiaoxian's eyes lit up, the Meizu that No. 8 took out at this moment was not the one he gave her, but the one that Lin Xiaoxian left in the dormitory before the accident happened.

"So you returned to No. [-] Middle School in the afternoon?"

"Well, do your homework."

No. 8 nodded. It turned out that her task in the afternoon was to go to No. [-] Middle School to carry out.

Of course, helping Lin Xiaoxian get his phone back is definitely not a task, it's just a matter of passing.

"Thank you!"

Lin Xiaoxian is very grateful. Since the accident, all the students in the No. [-] Middle School have been on vacation, and they have been asked to leave school and not enter school at will.

This is not only a requirement of the school, but also a requirement of the parents of the students.

Because there is a news that has been spread in various WeChat groups, that is, it is said that most of the school's projects except the teaching building are carried out by the same construction team that built the rostrum, including the dormitory building.

As for the evidence, someone took photos of the restoration project of the falling gable of the dormitory building.

One stone caused a thousand waves, even if the school is not willing, the parents of the students strongly demand that the children be taken home until the professionals test their safety.

As a result, the school was closed, and Lin Xiaoxian couldn't ask for help to go back to get his mobile phone.

Fortunately, No. 8 is not an ordinary person.

"Ugh…"

Lin Xiaoxian swiped open the lock screen, and a row of WeChat and QQ messages of missed calls came into view.

A friend in need is a friend, without this time, Lin Xiaoxian really didn't know that there would be so many people who cared about him deeply or lightly.

My aunt and sister don't talk about it.

Li Chi, Chen Ming, Liu Wei, Ma Weiwei, Teacher Du, Teacher Wang...

In addition to the familiar faces in this class, there is also the yellow-haired girl Lin Ling who hasn't seen each other for a long time.

【Lin Ling: Are you okay? 】

Lin Xiaoxian didn't remember adding her to QQ anymore. It seemed that because he had never been interested in fighting with Lin Ling and Li Chi, Lin Xiaoxian felt that he hadn't added her all the time, but obviously, he did not know when he added her by the way.

【Lin Xiaoxian: Thank you for your concern. I just got my phone back. I am fine. I am in the hospital with a slight fracture. 】

Lin Xiaoxian copied and pasted this text, and replied text messages, WeChat and QQ one by one.

Including the braided girl from Class [-] on the campus radio station, Aunt Wang next door, Guo Long from No. [-] Middle School, the team leader...

And Xia Luoqiu's WeChat.

【Lin Xiaoxian, classmate Zhou Jia is looking for you. I just called her. It's great that you're fine! 】

[I want to see you too, but I can't]

【Lin Xiaoxian, the teacher is really in a hurry, trust me】

……

[Actually, I can't say it's urgent, it's my mother who insists on someone taking me back!It's annoying! 】

Xia Luoqiu might have been really annoyed, so much so that she hastily made a voice.

"Lin Xiaoxian...Student Lin Xiaoxian..."

Her voice sounded anxious and guilty, and she was trying very hard to suppress the emotion of wanting to cry:

"...Lin Xiaoxian, is your fracture serious? I... probably really can't find you today, don't blame me, don't hate me, I'm... If you really want to blame, just blame my mother!"

"...My mother sent a little girl to take me back. I can't do it... You won't believe me, she's so strong!"

"...Lin Xiaoxian, you saved me, I..."

"...Lin Xiaoxian, teacher, I'm sorry..."

……

From the perspective of time, this bastard didn't know that Lin Xiaoxian had left his cell phone in the dormitory. It was about after Lin Xiaoxian woke up from the state of suspended animation that he received the notice from the study committee, leaving a sentence of "have a good rest" and then there was no movement.

These wechat messages are intermittent and piecemeal. Xia Luoqiu's inner feelings don't need to be explained by the superficial meaning of these words and words. Lin Xiaoxian can actually understand that kind of complicated mood from her messy expression.

Compared to this, he was even more surprised by No. 8:

"Are you going to pick up Xia Luoqiu this afternoon?"

"Ah."

The 8th has nothing to hide, and these so-called "tasks" are now more common than housework, compared with the things that used to be kept strictly confidential.

"Monica asked you to go? Does she know Xia Luoqiu?"

"Teachers are at work, it's part of the job..."

Work…

Lin Xiaoxian recalled what my aunt said about Monica looking for a job that day, and remembered that her employer was the Xia Group.

"So, Monica is actually working under Xia Luoqiu's father now?"

"It's mother."

"Mother? The Xia Group belongs to her mother?"

Lin Xiaoxian was surprised, the Xia Group's surname was Xia, so it turned out that Xia Luoqiu followed his mother's surname...

"I see…"

……

Single mother, Xia Luoqiu, Xia Group, Monica's job, send No. 8 to pick her up...

When Lin Xiaoxian doubted Xia Luoqiu's family background, he should have connected one or two clues long ago.

It's just that I didn't think about it so richly at the time, and I didn't think that the single mother in my stereotype was actually the owner of the famous Xia Group.

Now that the chain of evidence is complete, Lin Xiaoxian no longer wonders why he is so extravagant in certain aspects of life.