She has little monsters in her pencil case

The behavior of covering people's eyes in a panic is simply trying to cover up.

Sang Wan felt that she was really stupid to do such a thing.

If you cover someone's eyes, they won't know if you touch her while she's sleeping.

Sang Wan bit her lip lightly, feeling extremely regretful.

However, Liang Bing remained calm and did not move, allowing Sang Wan's palm to lightly rest between her eyebrows and eyes.

There was just a slight smile on her lips, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.

In the end, it was Sang Wan who couldn't stand it any longer, she was the one who threatened others not to look at her, and she was the one who felt embarrassed at the moment.

Sang Wan bit her lip and thought about it, but finally withdrew her hand tremblingly.

Then I saw Liang Bing looking closely at her with a smile, eyes like stars above the glacier, shining full of love.

In the past, Sang Wan never paid attention to it, or this person hid it too deeply, so she never understood the meaning of this look.

It wasn't until now that I knew the other party's thoughts, and I realized that I was originally as cold as Liang Bing, but also had such fiery eyes, like sparks in a prairie fire, the more I looked at it, the more panicked I was.

Sang Wan withdrew her fingertips and trembled slightly, and her heart trembled a little. She lay on the table and looked at Liang Bing and pursed her lips, "What, I didn't mean it."

However, what she said was like a stone thrown into the sea, which only caused ripples but did not cause waves.

Liang Bing just lay on the table and looked at her with a smile, without saying a word.

Sang Wan panicked when she saw her, and explained in a low voice, "I'm not trying to retaliate."

Liang Bing smiled and blinked when he heard this, but still didn't speak.

Her attitude made Sang Wan a little anxious, "I didn't even want to touch you!"

I bother!

What are you talking about!

As soon as the brainless words came out, Sang Wan wanted to slap her own mouth.

The embarrassment at this moment made Sang Wan even more restless, and glared at Liang Bing, "Speak up!"

After being attacked by the milk cat, Liang Bing finally reacted.

A chuckle overflowed his throat, as if the sweet spring was clear, and then slowly calmed down, leaving only gentle warmth in the eyes looking at Sang Wan.

she said softly.

"Tell me, Chuxue, when will you come?"

It's a strange sentence.

Sang Wan blinked at that time, but didn't understand.

It was later, on the day when the first snow came, that she fully understood the meaning of these words.

It turned out that someone had been waiting for her for a long, long time, and he no longer wanted to wait any longer.

***

This year it was colder earlier than last year, and by mid-December it was already freezing to the point where people were shivering.

The students wrapped up their coats one after another to resist the very early cold wave.

Before the arrival of the cold December, everyone also experienced a colder monthly exam.

Although Zhang Qiyu went through nearly a month of frantic study during this period, as well as the nourishment of small biscuits during tutoring at Sang Wan's house every week.

But when the final results came out, she was still completely crushed by Li Ruo.

Zhang Qiyu is also a brave person, so he rushed to Li Ruo immediately, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to be punished.

Li Ruo, who was sitting on the seat reading a book, was puzzled by her. She glanced at the man's exposed arm in winter, and then at Zhang Qiyu, who had a generous face.

He turned to look at the book in his hand.

"No, I didn't say I'd smack your arm."

As a result, Zhang Qiyu quit, "How can I do that, I'm a person who doesn't keep my word! Come on, I can bear it."

I haven't seen anyone who has to come to the door and be beaten.

Li Ruo tilted his head and thought for a while, then picked up a pen from the side, pulled Zhang Qiyu's outstretched arm, outlined it stroke by stroke, and drew a pig's head on it.

When the pen tip touched her arm, it felt slightly cold, but Zhang Qiyu didn't hide. She didn't raise her arm to look at it until Li Ruo finished painting.

Then laughed.

"You are really talented."

"Compared to you."

Li Ruo returned lightly.

She couldn't forget that after the lunch break that day, Wang Su stared at the bastard on the forehead, and ran wildly all over the classroom chasing the culprit, Zhang Qiyu.

That is the spectacle.

Hearing that this was not a compliment, Zhang Qiyu laughed, scratched his head, and then looked at Li Ruo, his heart suddenly moved.

"Squad leader, do you want to block again?"

Li Ruo cast her a sideways glance, "Do you want to draw another pig?"

"That's not necessarily the case. I will definitely win you this time and ask you to promise me a condition."

"You want to win me that much?"

"Eh? That's not..."

"OK."

Li Ruo looked at the book and smiled lightly.

"what?"

The other party's quick promise was unexpected, and Zhang Qiyu was stunned for a moment.

Then Li Ruo looked at her and smiled rarely, "Since you want to, then bet."

So with Li Ruo's three-point connivance, the bet was established.

It's just that there is still half a month before the opportunity for this bet to be realized, and Zhang Qiyu still has time to make some preparations.

And the weather is getting colder and colder as time goes by, and everyone is wrapped up more and more thickly.

Probably because of the weather, I don't know when and where it came from. Weaving scarves suddenly became popular in the class.

Especially among some young couples, in order to express their warm love in winter, little girls especially like to knit scarves for their boyfriends.

Of course, there are also boys who are forced to weave by their girlfriends.

These days, this group of old men has also become a spectacle in the class. After class, they discuss with the girls how to move the needle and hook the thread.

In the army of weaving scarves, there is also Wang Xiaopang, a homeboy who is careful and dexterous, and Zhang Qiyu, who is rough and almost like a man.

"Wrong, wrong again."

"What's wrong?"

"It's all wrong."

"Ah? What should I do then!"

Sang Wan heard Zhang Qiyu's wailing and sighed, "Tear it all down and start over."

"Fuck!"

Zhang Qiyu was extremely sad and angry, "Is there no room for rescue?"

Sang Wan glanced at the scarf in her hand that had barely touched her hand, and shook her head.

"Da Luo Jinxian can't save him, but if you want Li Ruo to wear a scarf with [-] holes in it this winter, you can continue."

After Sang Wan's affirmation, Zhang Qiyu was completely desperate, crying and tearing off the scarf and starting over from scratch.

That's right.

The scarf in Zhang Qiyu's hand was woven for Li Ruo.

Although Zhang Qiyu is rough, she occasionally has a heart.

Whether it was the comfort by the dream lake or the five-person tutoring group organized, Zhang Qiyu was greatly encouraged.

It can also be said that she finally got out of the shadow of broken love, thanks to Li Ruo.

In fact, Zhang Qiyu has always remembered, and he is also very grateful to Li Ruo.

It just so happened that weaving scarves is popular in the class recently, so on a whim, she planned to weave a scarf for Li Ruoye.

In terms of life skills, Sang Wan is the most powerful in the class.

So Zhang Qiyu and Xiaopang asked her to guide.

Zhang Qiyu sighed while tearing off the scarf in his hand.

"It's too difficult, it's really too difficult. Why are you so virtuous in Wan Wan? You are so suitable to marry back home. Or you can come with me."

It was a joke, and Sang Wan smiled accordingly.

"Why, take me home and cook for you every day?"

"Hee hee hee."

You and I have a good time talking about them.

So no one saw that when Zhang Qiyu said those words, Liang Bing's hand that was doing homework paused lightly, and his eyes glanced back slightly.

Then he returned to normal and continued to write his homework.

And here Sang Wan didn't bother talking to Zhang Qiyu, she lay on her pile of books and glanced at Xiaopang next to her.

"Ayu, you are really hopeless, Xiaopang's knitting is prettier than yours."

Student Wang Xiaopang was very happy to be praised suddenly, and immediately looked at Zhang Qiyu with a proud face.

"Stupid!"

what.

Zhang Qiyu laughed angrily when he stepped on.

This fat man is really getting more and more daring.

Then he smiled slyly, and stretched out his hand in the next second, as fast as lightning, and pulled the needle on the scarf.

"Grandpa crawls like a dog! You know how to knit a scarf, what are you doing!"

The scarf that had been weaving for two weeks was so easily destroyed, Wang Xiaopang went crazy immediately, and immediately rolled up his sleeves to fight with Zhang Qiyu.

"You're just jealous of the ingenuity of labor and capital!"

Ugh!

Enemy, enemy.

Sang Wan looked at the duo who had been fighting for three minutes before him, sighed helplessly, and turned back to her seat.

Just when she turned around, Liang Bing, who seemed to be writing with her head down, spoke.

"I didn't know you could knit scarves."

Sang Wan chuckled when she heard the words, "I know a lot."

"Then why don't you knit?"

"waste time."

Sang Wan shook her head, "Besides, who will we weave for?"

"Oh."

Liang Bing spit out a single syllable with flashing eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

【But I want it too】

At this moment, Xiao Jianjian spoke in a voice of grievance.

【Winter is coming, I'm so cold too】

Ok?

Is the pen also cold?

Sang Wan really didn't think about this question.

Seeing that she didn't respond, the little monster faltered again.

[Oh, you see, we've known each other for so long, and I don't even have any clothes on.Besides, isn't your Christmas coming soon?Won't you give me a present for your cutie?Hmmmm? 】

This little monster always said that Sang Wan had never won a fight against it.

Hearing this, he chuckled lightly, but in the end he was too worn out and nodded in agreement.

For Zhang Qiyu and Wang Xiaopang, the process of weaving scarves is extremely difficult.

But fortunately, the hard work paid off, and in the end they succeeded.

It also happened to usher in Christmas and Christmas Eve.

We are usually busy with study and rarely have entertainment activities, so it is very happy to have a festival once in a while.

It's just that the school has always disliked students messing around and not studying hard, so everyone can only live quietly.

But the students also have their own ways, and there is no shortage of apples that should be given away.

Some people prepare a lot of peace fruits and give them to everyone. In fact, they mainly want to give them to those they like.

For example, Sang Wan, who has always been popular, has harvested a drawer in a day.

Especially before the evening self-study and class, the cheerful atmosphere around is like the New Year.

Sang Wan leaned on her arms and looked at the happy classmates and shook her head.

The love of young people.

Zhang Qiyu, one of the young people, also became active at the moment. Before class, she took the scarf she had knit with great difficulty these days and touched Li Ruo's side, and handed it to him.

"Well, I'm not good at crafting, so you can make up for it."

The usually calm squad leader was terrified by her, looked at the bag this man handed over, and choked out a sentence for a long time.

"I don't take bribes."

"Damn! What are you thinking, what can I do for you? Merry Christmas, and... thank you."

Li Ruo looked up at her for three seconds, then took the scarf Zhang Qiyu handed over, and smiled lightly.

"Merry Christmas, you're welcome."

Sang Wan sat on her seat with her chin in her hand, looked at Zhang Qiyu who had successfully delivered the gift and was talking to Li Ruo, and smiled gratifiedly, and looked back at Xiaopang.

"What about yours? Is there no one you want to give?"

Wang Xiaopang patted the scarf around his neck proudly, "Myself."

It's really good to live a good self.

Sang Wan smiled and turned around.

Then she looked sideways at Liang Bing, who was quietly doing her homework and was not affected by the surrounding atmosphere at all.

"Student Liang Bing is celebrating Christmas?"

Liang Bing didn't look up, "It's nothing easy."

"Yes, that's difficult."

Sang Wan seemed a little distressed, "But I made something, and I want to give you... a pen."

"Ok?"

Liang Bing was a little surprised when he heard the words, and looked up at Sang Wan, "What?"

Sang Wan didn't answer first, but took out a small knitted pen case from the drawer, it was bright red, small and cute.

It looks like it was drawn with care.

Liang Bing was originally expressionless, but smiled the moment he saw the pen cover.

"What are you doing?"

Sang Wan raised her eyebrows, opened Liang Bing's pen case, took out the pen case and carefully put the pen cap on it.

"Here's a Christmas present for him."

"Send it?"

Liang Bing chuckled, "Generally speaking, shouldn't this kind of expression be given to the master?"

"It's a gift."

Sang Wan shook her head with a smile, moved her fingers slightly, put the pen on the cap after a few clicks, and handed it to Liang Bing, "How is it? Does it look good?"

good looking.

What you do is naturally beautiful.

There was a smile in Liang Bing's eyes, "You seem to like this pen of mine very much?"

Hearing this, Sang Wan glanced at the Jianjian in her hand, and nodded her head.

"Yes, it's cute."

Then he paused, and put the crowing crow in his hand into the pen case.

Biting his lip, he finally made up his mind to take out a paper bag from the drawer full of apples.

A little embarrassed, handed it to Liang Bing.

"No, this is for you."

The opponent's action was completely unexpected, Liang Bing took the paper bag in surprise.

"This is?"

The gift had already been delivered, and Sang Wan calmed down slightly, smiling.

"I don't know what color you like, so I chose black on my own, and I don't know if you like it or not."

Opening the paper bag, there is a black scarf with exquisite workmanship.

As Zhang Qiyu and the others said, Sang Wan's craftsmanship is excellent, and this one is probably the best in the class.

Liang Bing's eyes fixed on the scarf in his hand, and then entangled with Sang Wan's face, his eyes shone.

"I like it very much, I like it very much, but...don't you say this is time-consuming?"

Sang Wan coughed lightly when she heard the words, "Actually, it's not particularly expensive."

That person's eyes were too bright, Sang Wan didn't dare to look more, she lowered her eyes slightly, and persuaded herself.

It's strange to give presents to the little monsters, but not to the master, isn't it?

Weird... right?