Han Xiangzhu stood up immediately: "Brother Zixun, I'm going over. You can rest for a while!"
Lu Zixun nodded. Seeing that she seemed a little panicked, he carefully warned: "Go, be careful!"
Han Xiangzhu, wearing a blue and white autumn school uniform, ran quickly to the playground track like a happy bird.
Lu Zixun looked at her back with a shallow, slightly doting smile on his eyebrows.
Not far from him, Bai Jinglin, a girl recognized by everyone as the beauty of their class, was drinking milk tea. However, she could clearly see the conversation and interaction between Lu Zixun and Han Xiangzhu just now.
Especially Lu Zixun, who had always been aloof and indifferent in the class, actually showed a friendly smile to Han Xiangzhu.
Bai Jinglin bit the straw hard.
The daughter of a nanny, why should she!
On the playground over there, the three-thousand-meter long-distance race for the second graders has already begun.
As a member of her class's cheerleading team, Han Xiangzhu seemed a little excited standing in the crowd.
"Come on, monitor, come on, monitor!" The atmosphere of the cheerleading team infected her, and she also shouted.
Lu Zixun's eyes passed through the layers of people and fell on her. Under the autumn sunshine, the girl's cheeks showed a blush due to excitement, and the sweat on the tip of her nose was faintly translucent.
He felt strangely that his heartbeat was speeding up!
The three-thousand-meter long-distance race is a test of endurance. Han Xiangzhu's squad leader, Luo Yongmu, is considered a top class figure even in the second grade of junior high school.
He is tall and slender, and although he is slightly inferior in appearance to the teenagers of the Lu family, he has a melancholy, quiet and bookish aura about him that the teenagers of the Lu family do not have.
His classmates in No. 9 Middle School jokingly called him the "melancholic genius."
His name itself is also very poetic. When he introduced himself, he said that his name was taken from Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo": "The long chant is for eternal admiration, and the sound is mournful and long." The boy has talent and appearance.
Outstanding, highly respected meaning.
At that time, it fascinated a lot of little girls with delicate emotions and who loved ancient poetry.
Since the beginning of long-distance running, Luo Caizi has always been in the top three.
The girls in the second grade of junior high school crowded at the edge of the playground track, cheering excitedly: "Come on, melancholic genius, come on, come on!"
The voice far surpassed the students in their class.
The competitions for the third grade of junior high school have come to an end at this time.
The young people of the Lu family all gathered together at this time.
Lu Zili, who has always been recognized by all the girls in the school as the school girl, looked at the excited girls around the 3,000-meter race track and took a slow sip of water with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "Tch, what kind of melancholy talented person can just recite a few ancient poems?
I just participated in some poetry competition on the TV station. What’s so exciting!”
Lu Zizhong rolled his eyes at him: "Erbao, your tone sounds sour! Are the girls attracted to you, and you feel unhappy?"
Lu Zili's eyes widened and he made a cool gesture in front of the brothers: "Will my sexy fox be sour to him? Brother, when I became famous all over the world, he was probably still holding a milk bottle and crying with snot! Don't be funny!
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There was also a trace of disdain on the corner of Lu Zixun's mouth: "Second brother is right, isn't it just ancient poetry? Who doesn't know how to memorize it? We are just too lazy to memorize those boring things!"
Lu Ziqian stared at him playfully: "Third brother, what's the matter? I heard your tone was a little sour. Could it be that you are as superficial as the second brother, jealous that Luo Yongmu has so many girls watching, cheer him up! You used to be able to
That’s not the case!”
Someone saw through Lu Zixun's thoughts, and he turned around with a guilty conscience: "Wubao, what are you talking about!"
As if he had discovered a new world, Lu Zita walked up to Lu Zixun and said, "Third brother, why is your face a little red!"