The building has been built very high, but the heat is not as good as before.

After all, it's just a rumor, no evidence.

Floor 532: I heard that Ji Cheng has a knife in his hand, so you should be careful.

Floor 533: How do you know upstairs?

Floor 534: What the students in our class saw, really, I won’t lie to you, he really has a knife in his hand.

Floor 535: The director of the teaching staff asked him to ask. I don’t know where the grandson hid the knife, so I didn’t find it, but it really does. You believe me!

Floor 536: A transfer student is so crazy?

Ji Cheng slept until noon after school, Chu Zheng sat inside. If he didn't get up, she couldn't get out.

Chu Zheng thought about it and jumped out on the chair.

Perfect landing.

Can I do this little problem?

Yu Yue stood at the front door of the classroom with her little follower, staring at her with a bad look.

Chu Zheng left the back door and ignored it at all.

The afternoon class was a little boring, Chu Zheng was holding her chin and didn't know what she was thinking.

Ji Cheng, who was lying on the table, finally moved.

On the fair cheeks, when sleeping, a slight blush is pressed out, white and red, as delicate as jade, giving people a very sweet and delicious feeling.

His head was still pressed against his arm, and his other hand gently rubbed his eyes.

The eye feathers trembled a few times, and the misty eyes gradually became clear.

His face was facing Chu Zheng, and his focal length instantly met Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng was looking at him without turning his eyes, his eyes clear and cold, and there was no trace of ripples.

That gaze cannot tell what it means...

Anyway, Ji Cheng doesn't understand it very much.

She doesn't look at the blackboard, what do she do?

Ji Cheng frowned and looked away first.

What she does has something to do with herself.

He raised his head and looked at the podium, then lay down without caring. His cheeks, which were originally blushing, slowly returned to normal, but gradually turned a little white again.

Ji Cheng buried all his face in his arms.

My arm was suddenly poked.

Ji Cheng raised his eyes and found that the one who poked him was a pen. The owner of the pen was his deskmate.

Chu Zheng handed him a box of cake from below.

Ji Cheng looked at her in confusion.

"Aren't you hungry?" Chu Zheng lowered her voice.

Ji Cheng's hand on his stomach grabbed his clothes slightly.

My stomach is feeling uncomfortable.

Hungry.

His movements were already very hidden.

She just asked casually, but still found out...

But according to his brief time with this deskmate, she had no habit of storing snacks - at least he had never seen her eat in her seat before.

"Thanks."

Ji Cheng took the cake and whispered thanks.

He put it on the table and did not intend to eat it.

"I will be in trouble if you starve to death, classmate." Good manka is having a masochistic problem?

Ji Cheng: "..."

I was just confused just now, but now I am sure she knows she is hungry.

He is indeed very hungry.

Ji Cheng took a breath and took out the box of cake.

The box packaging is exquisite, unlike something from school. The sweetness of the cake comes to your face when the box is opened.

There are small cakes divided into one by one.

He stuffed one into his mouth. Although it was already small, it was still a little larger.

The boy's cheeks were stuffed with bulging legs, looking like a little hamster, very cute.

The sweet, fragrant and soft cake spreads in the mouth, and the boy's expression is much more relaxed.

Chu Zheng poked the deskmate in front of her.

The front desk turned around blankly and met Chu Zheng's cold eyes. He was suddenly a little scared and did not dare to speak. He could only express his doubts with expressions.

Chu Zheng handed him a piece of money and pointed at the milk on his table.

The front desk quickly handed her breasts and waved her hands to signal that she would not use them anymore.

Chu Zheng rubbed the money twice and threw it to his table.

Chu Zheng handed the milk to Ji Cheng.

Ji Cheng lowered his head and did not notice the communication between Chu Zheng and the front desk. Looking at the milk handed over, he was stunned for a moment and looked at her with his cheeks.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the latter threw his little face into his arms with a cold face.

-

Ji Cheng ate and felt better after his stomach. He lay on the table, pulled out a piece of characters and wrote a line, and pushed it to Chu Zheng.

——Your injury is okay?

——I was not hurt!

What nonsense?

Who is injured!

Who is injured!!

She is not as weak as a good person!

She is fine!

Chu Zheng looked at him, and Ji Cheng felt that his eyes were particularly cold, like the snow in the cold winter, falling down, which could flood him.

——I'll give it to you how much.

--Need not.

Although Chu Zheng said it was not necessary, Ji Cheng still pushed the money to Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng: "..." Am I a person who lacks this little money?!

Ji Cheng was determined, Chu Zheng frowned and stuffed it directly into his coat.

Ji Cheng subconsciously pulled her hand.

Chu Zheng's fingertips had already touched the coldness in his coat.

Ji Cheng glanced at her, pulled her hand out, pulled down her coat, and gave her no money.

Ji Cheng calmly pressed the paper that was being passed on with a book, and did not reply.

When the get out of class was over, the teacher left homework, and Chu Zheng suddenly came over: "Classmate, can you write?"

The boy exudes the milky aroma of the cake and milk mixed with it, which is particularly nice and sweet, making people want to take a bite.

Ji Cheng didn't expect Chu Zheng to suddenly get so close, and suddenly he held his breath.

He could feel her faint breathing, a subtle flow of wind swept across his chin, and his whole body was frozen in place.

Under Chu Zheng's gaze, Ji Cheng shook his head honestly.

“I can’t write.”

"What's the point of asking you?" I can't even write an assignment.

Chu Zheng muttered and sat back, but she spoke in a low voice, Ji Cheng didn't hear it clearly.

Ji Cheng is a poor student.

Chu Zheng was very desperate when she thought of this.
To be continued...