Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

On the campus in the early morning, the floating cold wind seemed to have some refreshing smell.

It was late when Cheng Chu arrived in the class. She put down her schoolbag and walked to the front row to collect the English test papers for the last month's exam.

The students were very cooperative and put out the test papers early, and the work went smoothly.

There is a strong fragrance floating in the classroom.

That is the smell of meat buns. The buns at the entrance of Haishi No. 1 Lieutenant Colonel are notoriously delicious. Many people wake up early to grab buns.

When Cheng Chu walked to the classmate who ate the buns, he pulled out the test papers from the full table while chewing the buns and said vaguely: "Cheng Chu, you were so strong yesterday."

"Thank you." Cheng Chu took the test paper and said politely.

Perhaps it is because of the guilt of being isolated over and under the covers a few days ago, but today these students behaved extremely friendly.

Several girls also invited her to go to the canteen during the big break.

Cheng Chu only felt helpless and ironic.

These people have never understood how much impact their unintentional words can have on others. They are terrifying. If they are replaced by a sensitive and fragile person, they don't know how much psychological shadow they will have.

The weather outside was gloomy, and the classroom was a little dark.

When Cheng Chu walked to his place, Gu Miao was lowering his head to write English words silently. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he pulled out the test paper from the book and handed it to her.

On the front page of the paper, "71" was written in a big red pen. Cheng Chu glanced at it quietly, and the cloze was almost all wrong, nearly half of the reading was wrong.

She knew that according to Gu Miao's grades, she could secure the top three in the class, and even entering the key class was easy.

He is very good in physics and chemistry, and ranks first every time, but his English is hindered.

Perhaps it is because I hate English very much. In these days with Gu Miao, apart from English class, Cheng Chu has never seen him open an English book at any other time.

At some point, someone turned on the lights in the class.

The bright incandescent lamp illuminates the gloomy classroom.

Cheng Chu lowered his eyes and looked at the top of the young black head. He was lowering his head, writing words one by one, but it was not smooth, and he paused twice from time to time.

This was really the first time she saw Gu Miao studying English so seriously.

Cheng Chu bowed his head to adjust the whole test paper, resisted the doubt in his heart, and continued to walk back.

Today's morning reading was in Chinese. When Cheng Chu returned to his seat, he saw Gu Miao lowering his head and retracting the English words that he had just written silently in the drawer.

A textbook-sized piece of paper is full of words, most of which have been corrected with red pen.

Cheng Chu pursed his lips, and silently took out the Chinese textbook.

The time for a class passed quickly. When class was over, Cheng Chu registered the papers handed in at his seat, only to suddenly realize that Song Xinyu had not yet handed it in.

Her seat was right in front of Cheng Chu. Cheng Chu reached out and nodded her back: "Song Xinyu, your paper has not been handed in yet."

The head in front didn't turn back either. He had to pull out the paper from the drawer, and shook his elbow back. The paper whirled lightly in the air like autumn leaves and landed slowly on the table.

What attitude? Cheng Chu rolled his eyes and pulled the paper over angrily.

Song Xinyu turned his head, Shui Yingying looked at her with eyes, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Cheng Chu had a headache when she saw her pretending appearance, and she didn't even look at her, but said coldly, "Is it on purpose? You know."

It was the cold winter, and the chilled students were unwilling to go out even after class, and the class was crowded with people.

Cheng Chu didn't want to talk to her about the rebirth incident, and directly picked up the collected papers and walked out of the classroom.

The winter wind is bitterly cold.

When Cheng Chu returned to the class, the hand holding the test paper was cold.

She rubbed her hands, and as soon as she sat down, her hands were stuffed into a bag of warm water.

Cheng Chu raised his eyes in surprise.

The hot temperature at the fingertips seemed to be electric current, which instantly spread to the bottom of my heart.

She heard Gu Miao say in a deep voice, "Warm your hands."

The teenager is now willing to speak. It should be because he talks more and his mentality is better. Although he can't help stuttering sometimes, he is much better than before.

But Cheng Chu didn't know how much this taciturn boy had paid secretly in order to be able to speak a word smoothly.

Some people seem to have always been like this, hiding all love and pain in their hearts.

The incandescent lamp above his head was bright, and there was an English book on Gu Miao's desk.

Cheng Chu's hands gradually became warm, she released the hot water bottle, took out a notebook from her bag, and handed it to Gu Miao.

There was doubt in the young man's eyes, but he accepted the book obediently.

"This is my English notebook, you can take a look, it should be useful." Cheng Chu said.

Gu Miao's hand choked and said, "But you, what should I do?"

He was not very fluent in speaking, and his voice was low and dumb, but he did not stutter.

"I don't rely on this, it's okay, you go and see it first." Cheng Chu waved his hand: "Don't rush to pay me back, take your time."

The light blue notebook is decorated with small flowers, as if it carries the light floral fragrance of a girl.

Gu Miao shook her notebook hand and said softly, "Thank you, thank you."

The moon is not bright tonight.

Gu Miao just finished her fan shop.

Hearing the door opening, uncle and aunt sat on the sofa and glanced at him, then watched the series again.

Gu Miao returned to the room and pulled out the notebook from the bag.

On the title page is a girl Juanxiu's words "Cheng Chu, the second class of high school sophomore"

Gu Miao curled her fingers and turned the page carefully.

The notes are very detailed and a little too detailed. From the grammar to the vocabulary of each unit, to the points that are easy to make mistakes, and the points frequently tested, all are written clearly and neatly.

Under the dimly yellow table lamp, Gu Miao's dark eyes became warm.

Looking at the notebook, his barren heart seemed to have taken out tender shoots.

The sun seemed to be a little closer to him.

Gu Miao even thought, once his English improves, is it possible to enter key classes? In this way, if Cheng Chu returned to the key class later, he would follow up with a cheeky.

If she can't go back, she will stay here.

Where his sunlight falls, he stays there.

There was a drizzle outside, and the fine rain fell on the windows, and the humble room was warmed by the warm light.

Gu Miao lowered his head, silently carrying English, and his heart was fiery.

Lin Yue, the head teacher, is strict in teaching and will take a quiz every week.

In this quiz, with a perfect score of 100, Gu Miao actually got 80.

This may not be a big deal to others, but Cheng Chu knows how difficult such progress is.

After all, it was difficult for him to even pass before.

Gu Miao has tenacity hidden in his body. What he wants to do, no matter how difficult it is, he will do it desperately.

He wanted to get rid of the stuttering problem, so he would get up before dawn to practice speaking. If he wanted to improve his English score, he would use his spare time to recite words and grammar.

But even though love had overflowed from the bottom of his heart, he did not dare to take a step closer.

She is a bright and dazzling sunrise, and she grew up in the love of thousands.

But he was poor and humble, autistic and stuttered, and couldn't help being flustered even to say a few words to her.

The bell rang after class. The next session was a psychology class. Most of the people in the classroom left.

Cheng Chu was dragged a few steps by Rosie, then turned around and asked, "Want to go together?"

Gu Miao put down the pen in her hand, nodded, got up and followed them.

Thursday is the day everyone looks forward to most. After the first English class in the afternoon, there is a relaxing psychology class.

The psychology classroom is a certain distance from the teaching building.

After class, Gu Miao walked through the crowd and walked back to the classroom.

The wind was blowing under his feet, much faster than the others.

When I arrived in the classroom, there was no one in the class.

Gu Miao walked into the classroom, still carrying the bitter cold of winter.

A bitter wind blew into the empty classroom.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes drifted from the seat of Chu Chu, the dark eyes suddenly appeared, and the chill spread from the soles of his feet all over his body.

On the originally clean chair, a puddle of dazzling red ink was dripping slowly along the chair, slowly fading away under the feet.

Just like blood.

The author has something to say: Gu Miao: I want to follow her to key classes

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Copywriter: reticent and gloomy boss president's brother * gentle little sun ballet sister

When he was 11 years old, Lin Yu had an extra "brother."

He is Lin Yu's father who used to support the child, but now his parents are dead and helpless. The young boy was taciturn and was always bullied in the Lin family. Lin Yu can't help but defend him from time to time.

In the small garden that day, the cousin finally couldn't help but screamed: "Why do you always speak for him? Who is more important to you in your heart?"

To coax him, Lin Yu said: "You will always be the most important brother in my heart. He can only be ranked second."

The young man listened silently in the shadow, thinking sadly and inferiorly that it would be good to be second in her heart.

Years later, the little boy who was reticent and gloomy became an upstart in the business world.

At night, he hugged Lin Yu tightly in his arms, his voice was mute, and he asked over and over again: "Who is the most important brother in your heart?"

Reading guide: No blood relationship, not on the same household registration book, the male protagonist only temporarily lives in the female protagonist’s house, no adoption relationship