Poor boy and Bai Fumei

The next morning, Lin Qiao went to school. Lu Juan didn't say that he would come to pick him up yesterday. If Lu Juan didn't come, Lin Qiao didn't want others to pick him up. Besides, his foot injury wasn't a serious problem, he just walked Also slow down and limp.

When Lin Qiao struggled to get to school, Lu Juan was already sitting in the classroom.

It was still early before the start of morning reading, and there were only a few people sitting in the classroom.Lu Juan is also there.

However, Lu Juan's complexion didn't look good at all, his brows were tightly frowned, he didn't see Lin Qiao who just walked in from the classroom.

Lin Qiao wanted to go over to say hello to Lu Juan, but was frightened by Lu Juan's serious expression, so he didn't dare to go forward easily.When he finally plucked up the courage to think about it, a lot of people came to the class one after another. Lin Qiao thought about it and decided to forget it. He could ask Lu Juan what happened when school was over at noon.

Lin Qiao stared at Lu Juan all morning, not even knowing what class he had in the morning.

The tablemate couldn't stand it any longer, so he elbowed Lin Qiao and asked, "What did you watch all morning?"

"...Ah?" Lin Qiao hurriedly turned his head, "No, no."

"No?" The tablemate looked at Lin Qiao suspiciously, and Lin Qiao felt guilty when he was stared at by the tablemate's probing eyes.

"You've been tilting your head all morning. Does your neck hurt?"

Lin Qiao shook his head: "I really didn't look at anything, just... just in a daze."

The deskmate didn't believe it, she glanced at the direction Lin Qiao had been staring at, and there was nothing but the back of the big colonel Cao Lu Ju'an.

Is he really in a daze?

"Still in a daze? The final exam is coming soon, and you will be promoted to a third grade after the final exam. You don't even have any urgency???" The deskmate hated the iron.

She and Lin Qiao were at the same table for a whole year in the second year of high school. Lin Qiao was soft, obedient, and easy to bully. He was especially easy to arouse people's desire for protection and motherhood.

The deskmate also knew that the boys in the class didn't like Lin Qiao very much, and Lin Qiao didn't like to socialize very much, and didn't have many friends.But after being at the same table this year, she has already treated Lin Qiao like an old mother looking after her cubs.

Lin Qiao let out an absent-minded "Oh".

Seeing that he didn't listen, the tablemate sighed, and said, "Lin Qiao, do you know that you look very much like Sichun now, have you fallen in love with someone?"

Lin Qiao's face immediately turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to his neck and earlobes, making his tablemate feel itchy.

"No, you, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense, take a mirror and look at your face to see if it's too red." The deskmate took out a small mirror from his schoolbag and patted it on the table, "Look at it."

Lin Qiao leaned over and took a look at the mirror, his face was really red, he bit his lip, and pushed the mirror back.

The deskmate put the mirror back into the schoolbag, and sighed in his heart: Zai Zai really has grown up, he has someone in his heart, and he wants to experience the mystery of love.