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School just started, and everyone's minds were still undecided. After the head teacher finished the class meeting, Wu Mao walked around from the back to the front, and finally moved a chair and sat next to Xie Cheng and the others, "How much money did you collect for the new year?"

Han Yingdong's pen accidentally drew a long line on the notebook. He subconsciously glanced at Zhou Ze who was sleeping on the table, and coughed, "I don't have any points."

Wumao pouted, "What about you? Brother Hua?"

Zhong Ming smiled, "Not much, I rarely receive lucky money now."

Xie Cheng took a sip, "When I went to your house, I saw you sitting in the room counting money."

Zhong Ming sweated profusely, "That also has to be handed in."

Xie Cheng rested his chin, his depression was written all over his face, "I'm similar, I wanted to use the New Year's money to buy a set of jerseys, but my mother seized them all!"

Wumao glanced at Lu Yanchu who was walking over, and quickly dragged a chair for him, "Cancan, how much money did you collect for the New Year's Eve?"

Lu Yanchu looked serious, "It seems to be one or two thousand, I didn't count."

Zhong Ming raised his forehead, this kid is so honest.

Wumao spread out his hands, his eyes sparkled, as if he had seen a small fish-dried cat, "I beg Boss to have mercy, please reward the smaller one."

Lu Yanchu really put his hand into his small pocket, "How much do you want?"

Everyone present was silent, Xie Cheng finally poked Zhong Ming, and smiled, "Huahua, you have a long way to go."

Zhong Ming raised the corner of his mouth, and a faint smile emerged, "What?"

Pack!Then put on!

Xie Cheng slandered in his heart for a while, then hooked Lu Yanchu, deliberately looked at Zhong Ming and said, "Cancan, let's go to the bathroom."

"I just came back." Lu Yanchu was holding a crumpled fifty cents in his hand, staring at the fifty cents eagerly, almost drooling.

"Come with me." Xie Cheng's coquettish tone gave goose bumps to several people present.

Lu Yanchu quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll go with you, let me go first."

Zhong Ming watched them walk out of the classroom, and then he took out a Lamy pen from his schoolbag, took out the box from a small bag, and packed it. He concealed his movements slightly, walked to the side of Lu Yanchu's seat, and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he put the Put the small bag into Lu Yanchu's schoolbag.

As a result, as soon as he put it away, he saw Xie Cheng and Lu Yanchu walking in from the outside. His movements froze for a moment, maybe because he was too nervous, and without thinking, he stepped forward and grabbed Lu Yanchu's hand, "Come with me to the toilet .”

"Ah?" Lu Yanchu's hand was tightly held by Zhong Ming, and he was a little at a loss for a while, Xie Cheng looked at the backs of the two and smiled very wretchedly.

Small sample, if you don't admit it even after this happens, my lord has sharp eyes.

Zhong Ming's palms were a little warm, even sweating. It was impossible for Lu Yanchu not to feel it, and the feeling was still very strong. He felt the unusual force. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​wanting to escape, not because of Holding hands is such an ordinary thing, but because he feels that his heartbeat is not right.

"Flowers..." Lu Yanchu said, even his voice was trembling.

Zhong Ming let go of Lu Yanchu's hand instantly, and said with a smile, "You wait for me outside."

"Oh." Lu Yanchu nodded stupidly, watching Zhong Ming go in.

Looking at the students passing by in the corridor, he suddenly felt that the world suddenly became quiet, and his footsteps moved towards the window unconsciously. Beating violently uncontrollably.

for what?hold hands?

Or is it because the bell is ringing?

Lu Yanchu tried his best to calm down his heartbeat and even his body, but failed when he heard Zhong Ming call his name.

Zhong Ming walked over, and his smile stirred up little ripples in Lu Yanchu's heart. At that moment, Lu Yanchu seemed to understand something.

After class in the morning, everyone rushed out of the classroom and ran towards the cafeteria, only Lu Yanchu lingered and refused to leave.

After glancing at Zhong Ming from the corner of the eye, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Brother Hua, let's go have dinner together."

Zhong Ming glanced at the schoolbag that Lu Yanchu put on the chair, his cheeks were stained an unusual pink, "You don't carry a schoolbag?"

"No, there's nothing to recite anyway."

"Carry it on your back." Zhong Ming felt like a snake maniac, and quickly explained, "I have something to take this afternoon, so I will use your schoolbag."

"Oh, all right, here, here you are."

Lu Yanchu threw the schoolbag into Zhong Ming's arms, Zhong Ming covered the small box with his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Okay, still there.

The cafeteria was crowded with people, Lu Yanchu walked up to Zhong Ming with his meal, and glanced at him, "Eh? You also want pork ribs and rice?"

"Yeah." Zhong Ming held the spoon in one hand and put the other on Lu Yanchu's schoolbag, absent-minded.

Lu Yanchu was careless, he wolfed down the meal, and when he looked at Zhong Ming again, he found that he hadn't even touched the rice and meat a few times, so he asked, "Brother Hua, do you have a bad appetite?"

Zhong Ming shook his head, "It's nothing, I probably ate some snacks during recess, and I'm not too hungry, have you finished eating? Let's go back after eating."