Chapter 2

Chuchu looked up at Lu Chuan.

When he smiled, two dimples were spinning deep and shallow on his cheeks, but his eyes were very evil and wild.

She let go of her hand holding the corner of his clothes and took several steps back in panic.

Lu Chuan laughed, took the basketball from Yuze during the process, and went downstairs to the playground with the boys.

When she passed by her, she whistled frivolously.

Chuchu was walking on the way home from school, and the sunset pulled her slender shadow slanted.

She turned a crossroads with thoughts, reached out to take out her cell phone from her jeans bag, and clicked on Weibo.

No one followed her on Weibo, but she had four fans, but they were all zombie fans.

It was the psychologist who suggested that she turn her Weibo account into an unknown small world where she can express her feelings and reactions to the outside world, which is more conducive to the recovery of the disease.

Chuchu was a little scared at first, afraid of being seen by others.

But over time, she found that others didn't care at all, and didn't care what she wanted and did, so she opened her heart on Weibo.

Chuchu slowly edited a Weibo post and sent it-

【17:59: I met him.

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When she walked to the bus booth, she put down her cell phone and touched her face, which was a little hot.

The bus stopped at the platform at the entrance of a high-end residential community. As soon as Chu Chu entered the house, she saw two large boxes at the door. Her mother Chu Yunxiu sat on the sofa, folded her clothes neatly, and put them into the black suitcase in front of her.

Chu Yunxiu is particularly beautiful. Even though she is over forty years old, she treats her very gentle. Her face is very shallow, her face is still as beautiful as before, her fair skin is similar to Chu Chu, and her figure is even more graceful. If it weren't for the fact that she was over forty years old, no one would have thought that she was over forty years old.

She is not only beautiful, but also gorgeous.

With every move, every move, look at the style.

Chu Chu's eyes and eyebrows inherited Chu Yunxiu's moving outline, but in terms of temperament, it is far from his mother.

Chuchu is very stupid and has a rigid dress. She never dresses like Chu Yunxiu or other girls in school. She doesn't understand these things at all, and she doesn't dare to show herself to others, let alone attract attention. Even if others look at her more, it will make her feel uneasy and scared.

Chuchu's eyes had nearly 400 degrees of myopia. She wore black-framed glasses and covered her moving eyebrows and eyes in thick lenses, as if it was the protective film that hidden her soul.

"How is the new school?"

Chu Yunxiu put a set of sexy underwear into the trunk and turned around to ask Chuchu: "Are all the classmates okay?"

Chuchu nodded silently.

"No. 1 Middle School is the provincial key and the best middle school in the city. I specifically call you dad..." Chu Yunxiu paused and changed his words: "I specifically asked you Uncle Qiao to transfer you to the Rocket Class. It is said that the first-class online rate of that class is 90%.

"I don't ask you to go to a good university either."

Chu Yunxiu sighed and said, "The students of No. 1 Middle School either have good grades or are either rich or noble at home. They are either rich businessmen or officials. If you know more of these classmates, it will be good for you in the future."

With Chuchu's IQ, Chu Yunxiu really has no hope for her studies. She just hopes that she can use her beauty. However, at present, Chuchu doesn't seem to be very interested in Chu Yunxiu's "careful teaching". The only thing she likes and is good at is painting.

Chuchu put down her schoolbag and said intermittently: "The original school...the school is also very good."

She talks a little harder, so she doesn't speak as much as possible.

"That broken school is good."

While Chu Yunxiu was holding up the things, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Chu Chu, with a cold light in his eyes: "Has the new classmate bullied you?"

Chu Chu shook her head repeatedly.

Chu Yunxiu put down his clothes, sat next to Chuchu, and grabbed her hand: "You kid, you are so honest. Mom tells you that it is different now than before. If anyone bullies you, don't be afraid. You are not a poor child. Your Uncle Qiao is from the Qiao Group..."

Chu Chu seemed to have been stabbed by a needle, and suddenly felt a terrifying body. She pushed Chu Yunxiu's hand away, took a few steps back, and hurried into the room.

Chu Yunxiu looked at her back and said, "By the way, I heard that your brother Qiao Chen is in that class. If anyone bullies you, you can ask Qiao Chen to help you. No matter what, he is your biological brother..."

Chuchu speeded up, picked up her schoolbag and hurried back to the house.

Chu Yunxiu followed and knocked on her door: "Chuchu, pack your things. We are going to move tomorrow and move to Uncle Qiao's house to live."

After a long time of silence in the room, Chuchu's voice was heard: "I want to... live in the school."

“What school do you live in?

In this situation, can you live on campus and get along with your roommates?"

Chu Yunxiu said: "Besides, Uncle Qiao has a big villa at home, and he specially arranged a room for you, three or four times that of your current room! There are servants at home. With such good conditions, you have to go to school to squeeze into the broken dormitory with people. Would you feel good about it?"

Chuchu looked down at her little rabbit slippers, said nothing, sat at the desk, took out her brush and started painting.

Although she is not as good as a normal person in other aspects, she still shows amazing talent in the field of painting. When she was still young, her unique ability to understand colors and lines once amazed the teachers in the therapy center.

In the living room, Chu Yunxiu's opera silhouette came faintly. Chu Yunxiu was born in Kunqu opera, and his babbling tunes were particularly nice and charming.

She could hear it, she was very happy.

I have been a mistress for so many years and finally gotten to be properly raised. How can I be unhappy?

Chuchu was inexplicably bored. She took out a newspaper from a locked drawer. The newspaper was a bit old and the date of the newspaper was two years ago.

Headlines, a few big words are eye-catching:

The young lady of Qiao's group suffered from depression and committed suicide by jumping off a building. She was suspected of having a mistress and cheating for many years.

Chu Chu pushed the door open and went out, Chu Yunxiu hummed a little song and took a shower in the bathroom.

In the living room, two large pieces of luggage have been packed.

Chu Chu calmly placed the newspaper on Chu Yunxiu's suitcase.

After returning to the room, she paid attention to the movement outside the door. When she heard Chu Yunxiu coming out of the bathroom, she quickly lay down to the door and listened to the sound outside the door.

Chu Yunxiu was still humming a peony pavilion lyrics casually.

"I am so beautiful that you are like flowers and beautiful women, and I am so happy that I am looking for you all over the secluded boudoir, turning around in front of the peony railing..."

Suddenly, Chu Yunxiu's voice stopped abruptly.

Chu Chu guessed that she saw the newspaper.

Then came silence, endless silence, and Chuchu's breathing tightened.

The three knocks on the door were startled, which scared Chuchu. She took a few steps back after she had done something wrong.

Just as Chu Chu's hand fell on the door handle and was about to open the door, he heard Chu Yunxiu's faint sigh.

"Chuchu, even if you want to live in the school, please clean up your things first."

Same...Agree?

Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief.

After a good night's sleep, Chuchu slept in the classroom the next morning, as soon as she stepped into the classroom, she keenly noticed the strange atmosphere in the classroom.

Everyone was very quiet, their eyes fell on her intentionally or unintentionally, and they looked at her secretly, with an abnormal expression.

Chuchu felt a little strange, but she didn't think much about it. She walked to the seat and sat down. Liang Qian poked her elbow and pointed to the blackboard behind her.

Chu Chu looked over her fingertips and suddenly saw a few eye-catching words written on the blackboard behind:

"The surname of Chu is, her mother is a chicken!"

Chuchu's breath was suppressed, and a heart was thrown into the abyss.

Sinking, sinking constantly.

The classmates in the class were curious, teasing, and contemptuous, like a sharp blade, and a knife was slashing on her body.

Her cheeks were swollen and her hands were clenched into small fists.

Qiao Chen was wearing a white jersey and was talking to his deskmate, smiling happily, as if nothing had happened.

Of course Chuchu knew that this was his masterpiece.

Liang Qian looked at Chuchu worriedly, feeling that she was about to cry in the next second.

No one can bear this kind of thing. Qiao Chen and the others are too bullying!

Chuchu breathed hard, restrained her ups and downs, and walked to the blackboard behind the classroom with embarrassing steps under the burning gaze of the whole class.

Her hands trembled, and she picked up the blackboard eraser, trying to erase the unsightly written words on the blackboard.

It should have been intentional. Those words were written very high, facing the top of the blackboard, and with Chuchu's height, they were not reachable at all.

She held the end of the blackboard eraser and jumped up, trying to wipe the chalk words on the blackboard again and again, and her movements seemed a bit clumsy and funny.

With Qiao Chen as the center, the boys around him made sarcastic laughter.

Many boys couldn't stand it anymore. They all wanted to get up and help Chuchu, but they were afraid of Qiao Chen's momentum in the class and dared not speak out.

It was just at this moment that there was a loud bang and someone kicked open the back door of the classroom.

Lu Chuan, wearing a black casual sweatshirt and denim trendy pants, walked into the classroom.

He held milk in one hand and put the other in his jeans pocket, and there were red and black rambler headphones hanging around his neck.
To be continued...