Han Xiangzhu turned around with a surprised look on his face and shouted cheerfully: "Brother Zixun, have you finished class?"
Seeing the peaceful smile on the face of the girl in front of him, there was no longer the alienation and deliberate avoidance. Lu Zixun's eyebrows relaxed. He took her schoolbag directly from Han Xiangzhu's hand, his voice was gentle and doting: "Let's go, don't waste it like this anymore.
Time, your math will always hover below 100%."
Han Xiangzhu followed him obediently, muttering dissatisfiedly: "You are so confident, you may not be able to improve my math score to above 100 points, right?"
Lu Zixun turned around, stared at her with a smile on his face, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Xiangzhu, if I really improve your math score to over 100 points, how are you going to thank me?"
Han Xiangzhu raised his head and pursed his lips: "Brother Zixun, don't be so confident first. You have to improve my grades first! If you talk big first, I'm afraid you will be slapped in the face!"
At the end of the sentence, Han Xiangzhu stuck out his tongue at him playfully.
Brother Zixun is right, her mother is a person who relies on her own labor and works hard to make a living. She should not feel inferior because of a few words from those without quality people, and feel that her mother's career is inferior to others. In that case, it shows
She also looked down on her mother in her heart.
From now on, she, Han Xiangzhu, will hold her head high and no longer be afraid of so-called rumors. She will abide by her true intentions, study hard, and let those who laugh at her and look down on her go to hell!
She will definitely shock everyone in the college entrance examination in two years!
Lu Zixun looked at the girl with a ponytail in front of him and looked at the sky in the distance. His eyes showed endless light and confidence. He knew that the confident and strong Xiangzhu he had once returned.
So, he couldn't help but smile and poke her on the forehead: "Little fool, stop dreaming. Come on, if you wait a little longer, it's time to have dinner."
Han Xiangzhu, who was looking forward to a bright future, frowned and covered his forehead: "Brother Zixun, please be gentle, it hurts!"
"Really? I didn't use any force just now, how could it hurt?" Lu Zixun quickly pulled her in front of him and carefully inspected the place where he just poked lightly with his hand.
There was indeed a nail mark on it. He felt a little embarrassed and said, "Maybe my nails are a bit long. Come on, brother, let me blow it for you and it won't hurt anymore."
While speaking, he gently blew on her forehead without Han Xiangzhu's consent.
The warm breath carried his unique papaya scent and drifted into Han Xiangzhu's nose. The two of them were so close to each other at this time that Han Xiangzhu was almost trapped in his arms.
Because of his inadvertent pull, her face happened to be pressed against his chest. It was still a sultry September, and Lu Zixun was only wearing a Yanzhong summer school uniform.
He has always liked using papaya-flavored soap since he was a child, and the faint scent of papaya still lingers on his body.
Han Xiangzhu could clearly feel his body temperature and strong heartbeat. Somehow, her cheeks suddenly became hot and her heart beat wildly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
"Um, brother Zixun, I, I'm going to the bathroom!" She pushed him away fiercely, then rushed out of the classroom with a red face.
Lu Zixun looked at her hastily escaping back. He was in a good mood and raised the corners of his mouth: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you in the study room."
Then, when he turned around, he saw Yang Fan's shocked expression.
Lu Zixun nodded slightly at him: "Your name is Yang Fan, right?"
Yang Fan raised his head slightly, looked at Lu Zixun, who was at least half a head taller than him, and said nervously: "Yes, I am Yang Fan."