On the stage, teacher Xu talked about mathematics knowledge, talked about it in a big way, and was impassioned. Xie JiuHeng held his chin in his palm and hit him lazily.
A lack of interest.
Just about to go back to sleep, Xie JiuHeng glanced at the textbook Shen Wanqing had just put on his desk.
He glanced at Shen Wanqing and said, "Hey, who, take your book away quickly!"
Shen Wanqing smelled the speech and looked at him calmly.
The brown eyes stared at him without blinking. The girl's lip was light crimson and opened.
"Give it to me."
Xie JiuHeng seemed to hear a joke, "I'll give it to you?"
"HMM." Shen Wan nodded.
The school bully next to him immediately blew up, "why?!"
The girl frowned. Her face was still a little pale. Her dark and calm eyes looked at Xie JiuHeng, "can't you?"
"Of course not!" Xie JiuHeng immediately replied.
Shen Wanqing sipped his mouth, "but I can't take it."
"You can't even carry a few broken books. You think you're Lin Daiyu!" Xie JiuHeng immediately answered back, but when he saw the girl's pale and calm face, suddenly the words choked in his throat.
Without waiting for Xie JiuHeng to speak, Shen Wanqing slowly raised his slender little hand, "your hands are sour. Do you want to rub them for me?"
The girl's voice is soft, but the voice line is very calm, just like saying what to eat this morning.
Xie JiuHeng's sight first subconsciously fell on the little hand raised by the girl.
The girl's little hands are white, slender, and the skin on the back of her hands is very thin. You can directly see the blood vessels flowing inside.
Then Xie JiuHeng returned to his senses. He was surprised by the girl's expressionless face, a soft and pure face, but in fact he said rogue words.
He frowned and seemed a little embarrassed. He grabbed the textbooks and put them on Shen Wanqing's desk.
"Here you are!"
The action of putting books was so fast that people couldn't see it, as if there was an illusion that what he took was not books, but hot potato.
After returning the book to Shen Wanqing, Xie JiuHeng turned his head and left Shen Wanqing a nice side face.
Xie JiuHeng looked straight at the front. His slender eyelashes trembled slightly. Although the dark pupil looked at the front, it could be clearly seen that his pupil was out of focus at the moment.
He could feel the girl's eyes still staring at him.
In the past, if a girl could stare at him like this, Xie JiuHeng's violent temper would have raised the table and taught the girl to be a man.
But this time
Xie JiuHeng suddenly lowered his head, and the broken hair in front of his forehead covered his deep eyebrows and eyes.
The palm covered his eyes, and Xie JiuHeng couldn't help scolding.
Fuck!
What's the matter with this mood?!
The girl's calm but rogue words still echoed in Xie JiuHeng's mind.
Xie JiuHeng could not help but feel shy and helpless.
The complex emotion made Xie JiuHeng frown. He threw himself on the table and began to sleep, his cheeks buried in his arms.
Shen Wanqing, who has nothing to do next to him and turns over the textbook, glances at Xie JiuHeng.
Looking at the young man's broken hair with slightly reddish ear tips, Shen Wanqing couldn't help narrowing his eyes.
Xie JiuHeng suddenly felt someone coming over, frowned and raised his hand to give someone a violent buckle.
But the next second, he vaguely smelled a faint smell of milk.