Han Xiangzhu looked at her pleading expression and felt a little embarrassed: "As for that poem, Brother Zixun doesn't eat at all before going to bed at night. Even if I give it to him for you, I'm afraid he won't accept it.
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"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if he doesn't drink, as long as he understands my feelings for him. Whether he drinks or not is the next best thing." After saying that, Su Shiyu hugged her flatteringly, then turned around and returned to her own room.
On the seat.
Han Xiangzhu wanted to say something else, but the school bell rang.
She was helpless and had to take the yogurt and return to her seat.
Wang Ling glanced at the class teacher on the podium, lowered her head and praised in a low voice: "Let me go, is this the yogurt that the little bully invited you to drink?"
Han Xiangzhu took out his homework, sighed, and shook his head: "No, she asked me to forward this to Brother Zixun."
Wang Ling looked at the position of the little overlord with infinite admiration: "As expected of the little overlord, even Lu Xueshen's low pressure is not afraid!"
"Low pressure? Wang Ling, brother Zixun is actually a very nice person, but sometimes he doesn't like to deal with strangers!" Han Xiangzhu couldn't help but defend Lu Zixun.
"It's really good, but it's just you." Wang Ling muttered in a low voice.
Soon the evening self-study get out of class will be over.
Han Xiangzhu packed up his books and walked out of the classroom quickly.
I want to give the lollipop in my hand to Lu Zixun, so that he won't keep holding on to this matter in the future.
After a busy day, the students all wanted to tidy up quickly and go back to their dormitories to rest when they heard the bell. Therefore, there were relatively many people in the corridor.
Several boys were joking and fighting not far behind her. I don't know what happened. One boy suddenly pushed another boy hard, and then the boy failed to stand still and hit Han Xiangzhu hard on the back.
She was unprepared and fell straight forward.
The boys who caused the accident were all frightened.
Seeing that Han Xiangzhu was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment, the boy closest to her instinctively reached out and hugged her.
The expected pain did not come. Han Xiangzhu opened his eyes in confusion, and then saw Yang Fan's nervous expression: "Xiangzhu, are you okay?"
Some of the boys from Class 1, Grade 2, who were nearby, whistled and started to cheer: "Wow! Yang Fan, I didn't see it. He's very skilled. The hero saves the beauty. It's so touching!"
Han Xiangzhu's face turned red suddenly. She wanted to break away from Yang Fan's arms, but found that Yang Fan didn't seem to want to let go because he was nervous.
"Yang Fan, let me go quickly!" she whispered anxiously.
Only then did Yang Fan realize that the two people's current movements seemed very intimate. Just as he was about to let go, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and then the person in his arms was pulled hard.
"What's going on?" Lu Zixun looked down at the girl in his arms, whose cheeks were still slightly red, and felt a surge of anger in his heart for no reason.
The palm holding Yang Fan's wrist unconsciously exerted force, and Yang Fan's brows furrowed deeply: "Lu Zixun, let go!"
Han Xiangzhu saw some sweat breaking out on Yang Fan's forehead, and quickly explained: "Brother Zixun, let go quickly. If it hadn't been for Yang Fan just now, I might have been injured!"
She knew very well that Lu Zixun and the others had been learning martial arts since they were young, and most people simply couldn't bear this casual exertion.
After listening to her words, Lu Zixun let go of his hand and stared at Yang Fan, but his tone was still not good: "Is what Xiangzhu said true?"
Even so, we can't hold on to Xiangzhu all the time! This guy Yang Fan clearly wants to take advantage of Xiangzhu.
Yang Fan rubbed his still sore wrist, raised his head, and stared at Lu Zixun fearlessly: "Lu Zixun, Xiangzhu just grew up with you, what are you afraid of?"