The Younger Brother Next Door is a School Grass

When class was about to end, Zhou Sisi's deskmate Yi Ting asked her in a low voice, "Have you brought an umbrella?"

"Bring it." Zhou Sisi closed the top student study case.

"Can you cover me to the dormitory later?" Yi Ting blinked and asked, "I forgot to bring an umbrella."

Zhou Sisi thought without hesitation: "Yes."

"Sisi, you are so good!" Yi Ting rushed forward and hugged Zhou Sisi's hand.

The school bell rang.

"Let go first." Zhou Sisi chuckled helplessly, "Let me pack my things."

Zhou Sisi couldn't live in school, and went home after the eighth class every afternoon.

"I envy you to be able to go home every day. I really envy you."

"…Um."

When Yi Ting was delivered, Zhou Sisi walked alone in the rain with an umbrella.

…At this point, Chen Cui has already left work.

In fact, she does not yearn to go home.

Going out of the school gate and turning left, there are gradually fewer students on the road.

The tide is cool, the rain is getting smaller, and the evening is approaching.

Such an atmosphere is suitable for thinking about some tangled things.

Zhou Sisi was dragged by the English class representative to watch the introduction of the English speech contest before reading.

In addition to certificates, the first, second and third prizes also have bonuses.

This has a lot of attraction to her.

But, standing on the stage alone speaking, can she do it...

At this moment, a figure ran over.

Zhou Sisi looked up and saw that the boy's white sweater and jeans, and a pair of white sneakers stepped out of splashes.

"Lu Si." Zhou Sisi called his name.

The boy slowed down and looked back.

The bridge of the nose is straight and straight, and the lips are light red and moist.

His forehead was wet with water, and a few small strands were placed on the eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to have been washed by rain, moist and fresh.

Raising his hand and wiping his face, Lu Xi turned his head and continued to run forward after seeing clearly who was calling him.

"Lu Si," Zhou Sisi shouted, "together with an umbrella."

"No." Lu Xi's refusal was hanging in the rain and mist.

"The rain is not good, Lu Si."

"Don't get my information wet."