damaged

Wang Sheng couldn't figure out why the relationship between Zhou Zhou and Zhang Ailin became better overnight.

"Is she smiling?" Bu Congming looked at the two people at the back of the classroom, and patted Wang Sheng's shoulder next to him.

Wang Sheng slapped his hand in disgust, and said annoyedly, "Your hands are covered with ink, have you washed it?"

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Zhou Zhou turned around quickly without stopping, rushed to Zhang Ailin's seat, and sat in the seat she was sitting in before.

The movements were so fast that Wang Sheng didn't have any chance to speak.

He stared blankly at Zhou Zhou running back, the words stuck in his throat, and the hand he just raised was awkward in the air.

The original joy of Zhou Zhou sitting here suddenly changed.

Zhou Zhou was like a happy little house sparrow, giggling and talking quickly.

Zhang Ailin put her hands on the table, turned her head, and listened quietly to Zhou Zhou's story, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Does the injury on the leg still hurt?" Zhang Ailin suddenly remembered in the gap between Zhou Zhou's words.

Zhou Zhou lifted his leg on purpose, and patted it twice: "It's nothing to begin with, and this can't be considered an injury."

Zhou Zhou didn't know why, since Zhang Ailin knew what happened on that rainy night, the relationship between the two suddenly became much closer.

The locks on Zhang Ailin's body seemed to be unlocked a lot suddenly. The two of them sat on the bus, and she talked a lot about what happened in her life.

Zhou Zhou likes to listen to those things, like to listen to Zhang Ailin talk.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot!" Zhou Zhou said so, stood up quickly, ran to his seat, and rummaged through his schoolbag.

Seeing Zhou Zhou scurrying around, Zhang Ailin felt cute in her heart.

"How stupid." She said silently in her heart.

The story about the "1000 yuan" came back to my mind.

After thinking about it, I am not very smart.

A few books accidentally fell from Zhou Zhou's schoolbag to the ground, Wang Sheng hurried to pick them up for Zhou Zhou, arranged them in a neat pile, and put them on the corner of Zhou Zhou's desk: "What's wrong? What are you looking for?" ?"

Zhou Zhou was busy searching, and quickly raised his head to look at Wang Sheng: "Thank you." After saying that, he lowered his head again.

Wang Sheng bent down: "Are you looking for something? I can help."

"found it!"

Zhou Zhou stood up suddenly, knocked his head on Wang Sheng's chin, and knocked his teeth on his tongue. The pain caused Wang Sheng to burst into tears involuntarily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhou Zhou said quickly.

Wang Sheng turned his body back, in order to avoid his embarrassment from falling into Zhou Zhou's eyes.He waved his hands, forced out the pain, and said vaguely: "No four no four."

Zhou Zhou wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by Bu Congming.

Bu Congming hugged Wang Sheng, and the two embraced face to face, leaving Zhou Zhou with Wang Sheng's back, and he was facing her, with a splayed eyebrow and a sad face: "My treasure, I will hurt you."

Wang Sheng suppressed the disgust in his heart, and stared sideways at Bu Congming.

"Bao said, he's fine, he just misses me." Bu Congming added.

Wang Sheng wanted to kill him already.

You came and I greeted you a few more times before Zhou Zhou walked away.

Wang Sheng pushed Bu Congming away violently, using too much strength, Bu Congming bumped into the corner of the table behind him, with a painful expression on his face: "Baby, it hurts!"

"Go away!"

Bu Congming put his hands on the table and smiled as he watched Zhou Zhou walk towards Zhang Ailin again.

"It's a disgusting laugh." Wang Sheng poohed again, and angrily picked up the water glass on the table.His anger was not directed at Bu Congming.

"A wicked heart never dies."

Bu Congming curled his lips and watched Wang Sheng go out the door.

"What is this?" Zhang Ailin looked at the contents of the lunch box.

Zhou Zhou tried his best to pick the lid of the glass box with his fingers: "Small snacks."

Zhang Ailin stared at it for a long time, then said hesitantly, "I'm coming?"

"No need." Zhou Zhou subconsciously refused.Stubborn.

As Zhou Zhou swayed, the snacks in the box were broken a lot, Zhang Ailin cautiously tried again: "Let me try?"

As the voice fell, the box was finally opened with a bang.No, it was cut open.The soft rubber cover had several cracks along the sides.

Zhang Ailin was ruined by the dim sum.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhou Zhou said in a panic, holding the shattered snacks in his hand.

Zhang Ailin shook her shirt: "Well done, don't do it again next time."

Looking up, seeing Zhou Zhou's frustrated expression, he quickly explained: "I didn't mean that..."

Zhou Zhou has already taken the lid and put it on the box.

Zhang Ailin hurried over: "What is this?"

Zhou Zhou frowned, and wanted to grab it back: "I did it myself. It's really not good. Pay me back."

While blocking Zhou Zhou with her body, Zhang Ailin picked up a piece and put it into her mouth, muttering, "Didn't you make it for me? Why do you take it back?"

Zhou Zhou was angry and annoyed when he said it, "I didn't say it was for you."

Zhang Ailin picked up another piece with a smile, circled it in front of Zhou Zhou, and finally pushed it into her mouth, raising her eyebrows lightly: "What I said yesterday doesn't count today?"

Before Zhou Zhou could answer, Wang Sheng answered for her.

He slammed Zhang Ailin's paper on the table, and Zhang Ailin also raised her head.

Wang Sheng said with a cold face: "Hand out the test paper."

"Huh?" Zhang Ailin felt strange and speechless.

Wang Sheng glared at her.

Taking advantage of Zhang Ailin's inattention, Zhou Zhou reached out and grabbed the lunch box in her hand, and returned to his seat angrily.

Wang Sheng looked at Zhang Ailin with a secret smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Ailin frowned and said.

"I'm sick." Wang Sheng turned a corner, turned around, and said this sentence lightly, with a hint of joy in his tone.

Zhang Ailin couldn't quite understand it either. With her brain, she really couldn't understand it.

Since Zhang Ailin returned from dropping out of school last time, the people in the class were generally more afraid of her, and they all respected her when they saw her.

Only this Wang Sheng, as long as he gets close to Zhou Zhou, he always seems to be targeting her intentionally or unintentionally.

What makes me feel even more strange is that I am not annoyed in my heart, just like teasing a child.

"Physical education class! Go down and stand in line!"

I don't know who yelled this into the classroom from outside the corridor window of the classroom, and the class cheered accordingly.

Everyone walked out of the classroom in twos and threes, but two people remained in the classroom.One is Zhou Zhou and the other is Zhang Ailin.

Zhou Zhou sat in his seat, still writing.

She was suffocating.I don't even know what is bothering me.

"Obviously she just said a word." Zhou Zhou thought in his heart.

Zhang Ailin's cynical look just now kept reappearing in Zhou Zhou's mind.

"How could this be!" He couldn't help cursing softly.

"Still angry?" Zhang Ailin sat in Wang Sheng's seat next to Zhou Zhou, looking down at the half-written composition on his desk.

Seeing a typo at a glance, Zhang Ailin rummaged through his pencil case and found a red marker pen, and drew a big red circle on the paper.As a gift in return.

"No." Zhou Zhou said angrily.

"Aren't you going to gym class?"

"There is still a wound on the leg."

"Ah, so." Zhang Ailin turned her face sideways and glanced at Zhou Zhou's leg.

She stood up and pressed a post-it note hidden in her hand on Zhou Zhou's homework.

A line of flamboyant characters:

The cookies are delicious.

Very tasty.

...I can't speak, sorry.

When Zhou Zhou raised her head, Zhang Ailin had already turned around and left the classroom door.

Zhou Zhou saw her from the window, from one end to the other, reappeared at the front door, and finally disappeared.

After quickly walking down the whole floor of the stairs, Zhang Ailin felt embarrassed belatedly.

She stopped at the corner of the stairs, recalling the little note she had handed to Zhou Zhou just now, the words that had been written several times, and thoughtfully apologized.

The tip of the ear is slightly hot.

"I'm so crazy," she said silently.

He kicked the railing of the stairs violently, and echoes echoed one after another in the empty corridor.

Zhou Zhou reached out and flicked it lightly, and the post-it note was torn off the book and stuck to her fingertips.She looked at these few words, and a smile appeared on her face involuntarily.

"Zhou Zhou, are you okay?" Suddenly, Wang Sheng's voice sounded.

Panting, Wang Sheng ran to his seat, and his body slammed into the corner of Zhou Zhou's table.

With a flick of the note in Zhou Zhou's hand, it slipped away from her fingertips and fell out.She was startled, and subconsciously stretched out her hand the moment the note fell.It's a pity that the direction was deviated, and the note finally fell on the ground.

When Zhou Zhou picked it up, there was a lot of dust on the glued side.

That's what she wrote.

bother.

"Zhou Zhou?" Wang Sheng called again.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhou raised his body, pasted the note on the cover of the book, and said coldly.

Hearing this, Wang Sheng was taken aback for a moment: "Are you okay, the sports committee said your legs are uncomfortable."

"so what?"

Can't stick.

Zhou Zhou picked up the tape from the corner of the table and carefully tore off a corner.

"Ah, and then I'm not going either. No, no, I mean, just... no. It's gym class..."

The scissors cut a small section, and put it on the title page of the book together with the post-it note: "I'll go."

"you are not……"

Zhou Zhou closed the book, stood up, and interrupted Wang Sheng impatiently: "It's all right."

"You should rest if your leg is injured," Wang Sheng said.

Zhou Zhou turned around, restrained his emotions, looked into Wang Sheng's eyes, and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, thank you."

There was no smile in his eyes.

"Aren't you in a group? There are fewer people in our group, together?"

When Wang Sheng finished speaking, Zhou Zhou had already walked out of the classroom.At the end, afraid that Zhou Zhou could not hear clearly, he almost shouted.

No one responded.

On the basketball court, Zhang Ailin caught a glimpse of Zhou Zhou from the gap between the figures, and quickly ran down from the court, standing in front of Zhou Zhou, panting slightly.

"Well, group. Are we in a group?"

she asked.But he dared not look at Zhou Zhou.