Xia Lang

Secret and secretive, it happened to arouse Sun Wenhao's raging heart of gossip.

What flashed by just now seems to be the WeChat interface, right?

Wechat chats are not read by anyone, and Brother Zhuo woke up abnormally early today...

All clues lead to the same place.

Brother Zhuo won't fall in love, right? !

Sun Wenhao felt that he had touched the truth. Like a detective, he swept across the classroom with his sharp eyes.

There are still 10 minutes before morning reading, which is still early for students who are racing against time.

So there are not too many people in the classroom, only a dozen or twenty people.

Girls, there are only a few of them.

Sun Wenhao scanned around, his eyes hovered over those girls like a searchlight, and finally fell on Yuan Yuzhen's face, his brows and eyes were wrinkled.

No, no, no.

Did Brother Zhuo fall in love with Yuan Yuzhen?

He wasn't saying that Yuan Yuzhen wasn't a good piece of meat.

It's that this piece of meat is now being targeted by a tortoise, and I feel a little nervous.

Why wouldn't he think it was someone else?

Because Yuan Yuzhen is the one with the most outstanding appearance among those girls, with excellent grades and good personality.

Brother Zhuo has high vision, if you like it, you must like the best one.

Seeing Sun Wenhao frowning and grinning at him, Li Zhaozhuo slapped him on the head.

"You boy, what are you thinking?"

"Hey..." Sun Wenhao touched the back of the head being patted, and laughed twice.

I'm not thinking about your life-long event, Brother Zhuo.

The phone that was upside down on the table buzzed and vibrated twice, and Li Zhaozhuo's attention was drawn to it.

While Brother Zhuo was replying to the message, Sun Wenhao secretly tried to take a peek.

But brother Zhuo's long hands are tightly covered, no matter how much he glances around, he can't see anything.

But he didn't dare to poke his head to look.

Seeing the slightly curved corner of Zhuo's mouth when he replied to the news, Sun Wenhao's heart, which can't see anything, is like tens of thousands of ants crawling on it, itching very much.

Sun Wenhao, who saw nothing, turned his eyes to Yuan Yuzhen.

Sure enough, she was also looking at her phone with a smile on her face.

Now Sun Wenhao was more convinced.

Brother Zhuo and Yuan Yuzhen are absolutely tricky.

Otherwise, screw Sun Wenhao's head off and kick him like a ball!

Seeing Yuan Yuzhen staring at the phone with a smile on his face, the deskmate teased, "Yu Yuzhen, who are you chatting with? You have such a nice smile."

Yuzhen is a good student and a good girl. Although she carries a mobile phone with her, she is rarely seen playing with it at school.

Wang Chengyue chased her so vigorously, she didn't even agree, could it be because there is someone he likes?

Fang Shan felt that she was at the forefront of the melon-eating army.

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Sun. Zhenqiu. Wenhao

In the beginning

I noticed the meaning of my deskmate.

Yuan Yuzhen breathed a sigh of relief, and there was still a slight smile on Bai Jing's face. He smiled at his hippie smile, and glanced at his tablemate with raging gossip in his eyes, feeling a little helpless.

"It's my cousin. He said he's going back to China soon."

"It's my cousin..." Fang Shan blinked, looking a little disappointed.

"It seems that the relationship between you is quite good."

Yuan Yuzhen put away her phone and took out her English book.

"We grew up together, and our relationship is naturally better."

Today is English morning reading, and I have to dictate the words I taught last week.

After the English teacher reported the last word, the get out of class bell just rang.

After much difficulty, Sun Wenhao copied from left to right, looked right and left, pieced it all together, and finally handed in the dictation. Turning around, he was about to complain to Brother Zhuo, but Brother Zhuo was nowhere to be seen.

He elbowed the person next to him, "Hey, old Xie, where's Brother Zhuo?"

Xie Xuyao ​​was fiddling with his mobile phone, so he had no time to talk to him, and said perfunctorily, "Maybe he went to the bathroom."

Not to mention that he didn't feel it yet, but when he listened to the toilet, Sun Wenhao felt the urge to urinate.

Sun Wenhao arched him again, "Going to the bathroom?"

Xie Xuyao, who was typing, made a "tsk" sound, and felt a little sad when he saw the words slipped out with a slip of his hand, and he hadn't finished typing.

Xie Xuyao ​​lifted his eyelids, his mouth curled up, and he looked at Sun Wenhao with a half-smile.

"You want me to accompany you when you go to the toilet, why, you want me to wipe your butt, brother Haozi?"

Sun Wenhao spat at him, cursed and went to the toilet.

Li Zhaozhuo leaned against the wall at the corner of the stairs, slowly turning the box in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone.

It didn't take long before I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, soft and steady.

He knew it was him.

Li Zhaozhuo's footsteps moved slightly, and half of his shoulders were exposed from his hidden body.

Someone walked into the corner following his reminder.

The man asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Li Zhaozhuo handed him the eye box in his hand, "Take this pair of glasses as a thank you gift, and see if they fit."

As soon as he saw this pair of glasses, he felt that they were very suitable for Song Linju.

It just so happened that his glasses were also broken. I haven't seen him wearing glasses these days, so I guess he hasn't gotten them right yet.

I asked for his WeChat before leaving on Saturday, and I used it today.

Song Linju didn't answer, looked at the glasses case that was about to fall into his hands, and took a step back.

"No, I have glasses."

Although it is not ready yet.

But his degree is not high, and nothing.

Li Zhaozhuo shook the white glasses case in his hand, attracting Song Linju's attention.

"Just make do with it, and change out after your glasses are finished."

"I said, no need."

Song Linju coldly refused and added, "I won't tell anyone about that day."

He thought it was a hush money for him?

Li Zhaozhuo smiled angrily after being slightly stunned, and pushed his back molars.

But there is no reason to take back what he sent out.

Seeing that Song Linju was about to turn around and leave, Li Zhaozhuo grabbed his hand, put his arm across his chest, and pushed him against the wall, pinching the frame of the glasses with his right hand and putting them on Song Linju directly.

Although Song Linju was dissatisfied with Li Zhaozhuo's sudden and arrogant actions, he didn't struggle, for fear that the glasses in his hand might miss the point.

Unexpectedly, Li Zhaozhuo's movement of putting on his glasses was a bit gentle. Compared with the rough movement of pushing him against the wall before, it can be regarded as a storm that directly turned into a drizzle.

Getting so close, Li Zhaozhuo suddenly realized that Song Linju's skin was actually very good, white and smooth, looking flexible and shiny, his eyelashes were thick and long, and his cold black pupils shrank suddenly when he came close, as if he hadn't expected him action.

After slowing down, the black eyes became colder, like black glass beads freshly fished out of ice water, revealing the bone-piercing cold.

He wanted to resist with a cold face, but he had to temporarily freeze his body and let him do what he did.

Like a Maine Coon cat pinched.

Li Zhaozhuo wanted to laugh a little, his already cautious movements became softer.

Li Zhaozhuo had never worn glasses before, but fortunately his movements were slow and careful. Although his movements were unfamiliar, he did not put the frame of the glasses in Song Linju's eyes.

The moment the frame of the cold glasses touched the bridge of his nose, Song Linju closed his eyes subconsciously. He felt that someone helped him take off his glasses. His hot fingertips covered with thin calluses brushed against his fragile eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings. .

Song Linju pushed Li Zhaozhuo hard, who let go.

Li Zhaozhuo had been prepared for a long time, but he didn't want him to react so violently, so he took several steps back before stopping.

He immediately raised his hands, palms facing Song Linju, in a gesture of surrender, to show his harmlessness.

After being pushed away, Li Zhaozhuo's eyes brightened slightly after seeing Song Linju clearly.

The glasses really fit him.

The extremely thin silver wire frame reveals some light implicitly, and the oval lenses are thin and thin, which can well modify the outline and reveal beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Because the vision was suddenly clear, the dim black eyes were focused, the eyes were cold and focused, and the pair of glasses were even more elegant and timeless.

I don't know how many times stronger than his pair of black-rimmed glasses that are so bulky that they cover his entire face.

Seeing Song Linju pursing his lips tightly and staring at him coldly with black jade-like eyes, he knew that he was really angry.

Fearing that he would throw his glasses on his face in a fit of anger, Li Zhaozhuo walked a few steps backwards and smiled lazily, "If you really don't want it, just throw it away."

After talking about the glasses case, he left before giving him the case.

Being so entangled by Li Zhaozhuo, the bell for class had already passed.

Song Linju yelled to report, and the English teacher smiled and called him the classroom, without any displeasure at being disturbed.

Hearing Song Linju's voice, Li Zhaozhuo raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Song Linju came in as he went out, without glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Tsk, I really threw it away.

Li Zhaozhuo lowered his eyes and refocused his eyes on the phone.

According to his cold personality, it is actually normal.

Anyway, he has sent out the gift of thanks, and how to deal with it is his business.

As for the strangeness that flashed across his mind, Li Zhaozhuo just thought it was his displeasure that the glasses he picked out with his own hands were easily thrown away.

After a month of make-up classes, September finally arrived. After the official start of school, the physical education class that I hadn’t attended for a long time was also moved into the curriculum, and the 9th class this afternoon is the first physical education class of this semester.

The 7th class has not yet finished, there is a faint restlessness in the classroom that cannot be suppressed, the bell rings, the teacher walks out of the classroom with the book in his arms, and the students copy "guy" and go to the sports field.

Sun Wenhao was carrying a basketball, his face full of excitement, "Brother Zhuo, let's go, let's play!"

No wonder he was so excited. During the one-month make-up class, every day was full of classes. Although he didn't listen to it, being bored in the classroom every day was quite uncomfortable for him who was active. Something is wrong.

Li Zhaozhuo stood up and went downstairs with them along the crowd.

It's almost four o'clock, the sun is setting to the west, and the sun is not as fierce as coming to school at noon, but the residual heat from the sun on the playground is still very stuffy, with a pungent rubber smell.

In the physical education class, the teacher assembled and said yes