Lose 100 million today

The building has been built very high, but the heat is not as severe as before.

After all, it's just a rumor with no evidence.

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

Floor 533: How did the person above know?

Floor 534: What the classmates in our class saw, really, I won’t lie to you, he really had a knife in his hand.

Floor 535: The dean also asked him to question him. I don’t know where the grandson hid the knife. I couldn’t find it, but it is really there. You believe me!

Floor 536: A transfer student is so crazy?

Jicheng slept until school ended at noon, and Chuzheng sat inside. She couldn't get out unless he got up.

Chuzheng thought about it and jumped out on the chair.

Perfect landing.

Can this little problem be solved by me?

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

Chuzheng left through the back door and ignored him completely.

The afternoon class was a bit boring. Chuzheng held her chin up, wondering what she was thinking.

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

On the fair cheeks, there was a slight blush due to sleeping, which was as white as red and as delicate as jade, giving people a very sweet and delicious feeling.

His head was still leaning against his arm, and he gently rubbed his eyes with his other hand.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the blurred eyes gradually became clear.

His face was facing towards Chuzheng, and his focus instantly focused on Chuzheng.

Chuzheng was looking at him intently, her eyes were clear and cold, with no ripples visible.

I can't tell what that look means...

Jicheng doesn’t really understand anyway.

If she doesn't look at the blackboard, why is she looking at herself?

Ji Cheng frowned and looked away first.

What she does has nothing to do with her.

He raised his head and glanced at the podium, then lay down indifferently. His blushing cheeks slowly returned to normal, but gradually turned pale again.

Ji Cheng buried his face in his arms.

His arm was suddenly poked.

Ji Cheng raised his eyes and found that the pen that poked him was his deskmate.

Chuzheng handed him a box of cakes from below.

Ji Cheng looked at her doubtfully.

"Aren't you hungry?" Chuzheng lowered her voice.

Ji Cheng's hand on his stomach tightened his clothes slightly.

My stomach is hurting terribly.

hungry.

His movements were already very subtle.

She just asked casually, but still found out...

But according to his brief time with this tablemate, she didn't have the habit of storing snacks - at least he had never seen anything to eat on her seat before.

"Thanks."

Ji Cheng took the cake and thanked him in a low voice.

He put it on the table without intending to eat it.

"I'll be in trouble if you starve to death, classmate." Is the good guy card suffering from masochism?

Jicheng: "..."

Just now she was just confused, but now she was sure that she knew she was hungry.

He was really hungry.

Ji Cheng took a breath and took out the box of cakes.

The box packaging is very exquisite, not like something from school. The sweet and sweet smell of the cake hits your face the moment you open the box.

There are divided into small cakes one by one.

He stuffed one into his mouth. Although it was already small, it was still a little big.

The boy's cheeks were stuffed and bulging, and he looked like a little hamster, very cute.

The sweet and fragrant cake spread in the mouth, and the young man looked relaxed.

Chuzheng poked the deskmate in front of her.

The person at the front desk turned around blankly and met Chuzheng's cold eyes. He was suddenly a little scared and did not dare to speak. He could only express his doubts with his expression.

Chuzheng handed him a piece of money and pointed to the milk on his table.

The person at the front desk quickly handed the milk to her and waved her hand to indicate that she would not use it.

Chuzheng directly rubbed the money twice and threw it to his desk.

Chuzheng handed the milk to Jicheng.

Ji Cheng lowered his head and didn't notice the exchange between Chu Zheng and the front table. Looking at the milk handed to him, he was stunned for a moment and looked at her with his cheeks puffed out.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the latter threw him directly into his arms with a cold face.

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Jicheng ate something and felt better in his stomach. He lay on the table, took out a piece of paper and wrote a line of words, then pushed it to Chu Zheng.

——Is your injury okay?

——I'm not hurt!

What nonsense.

Who is injured!

Who is injured! !

She is not such a weakling as a good guy!

She is fine!

Chuzheng glanced at him, and Jicheng felt that the look was extremely cold, like the falling snow in the cold winter, which could drown him.

——How much, I will give you.

--Need not.

Although Chuzheng said no, Jicheng still pushed the money to Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: "..." Am I the one who needs this little money? !

Ji Cheng was resolute, Chu Zheng frowned and stuffed it directly into his coat.

Ji Cheng subconsciously held her hand.

Chuzheng's fingertips had already touched the coldness inside his coat.

Jicheng glanced at her, took her hand out, pulled off her coat, but did not give her any more money.

Jicheng looked calm and pressed the message with a book, and did not reply.

At the end of get out of class, the teacher left homework, and Chuzheng suddenly came over: "Classmate, can you write?"

The boy's body exudes the milky aroma of cake and milk. It smells particularly good, sweet and delicious, and makes people want to take a bite.

Jicheng didn't expect that Chuzheng would suddenly come so close, and his breath suddenly caught his breath.

He could feel her faint breathing, a slight breeze swept across her chin, and her whole body froze in place.

Under Chu Zheng's gaze, Jicheng shook his head honestly.

"I can't write."

"What's the use of you?" I can't even do homework.

Chuzheng murmured and sat back, but she spoke so quietly that Ji Cheng didn't hear her clearly.

Jicheng is a scumbag.

Chuzheng felt very desperate when she thought of this.

Then who can help me with my homework?

Chuzheng's eyes fell on the front table.

The man at the front desk suddenly felt a chill running down his back, and goosebumps appeared on his arms. He rubbed his arms. It wasn't cold today...

Chuzheng put her pen against the back of the desk: "Write down my homework for me."

The desk in front of me suddenly froze, like a robot, and I turned around with difficulty: "...Have I finished writing it for you to copy?"

"Write it for me." Chu Zheng emphasized.

"...Um...Okay, okay." I didn't dare to refuse at all.

Oh my God!

I always feel that Xu Chuzheng has become so scary.

Is this the legendary saying of not dying in silence, but breaking out in silence?

Fortunately, I have never had sex with her before...

Woohoo, he wants to change seats! !

Ji Cheng watched Chu Zheng and the front desk complete the dark transaction, slightly pursed his lower lip.

I felt slightly unhappy in my heart.

But I don’t know what I’m unhappy about.

She asked someone else to do her homework for her. That was her business. What did it have to do with herself?

Jicheng didn't leave his place after school in the afternoon. After Chuzheng went out, he brought him a cup of milk tea.

The milk tea is warm, which is just right to drink in this not-too-hot weather.

In addition, his stomach was not feeling well before and he couldn't drink it too cold, so this temperature was the most suitable.

Jicheng really didn't understand whether she bought warm ones on purpose or it was just a coincidence.

but……

Jicheng watched Zhu Zian put milk tea on Yu Yue's table, enough to fill the entire table.