Lu Zixun looked at her and smiled slightly: "Don't you want to get 100% in math? Don't you want to pursue your dream?"
Thinking of his math score, which had been hovering around 90%, Han Xiangzhu pouted helplessly: "Okay, I lost to you."
Lu Zixun took her hand: "Let's go home. I haven't seen Aunt Liu Min for a week. Don't you want to go home?"
Han Xiangzhu looked back at Wang Ling in astonishment, and broke away from his hand: "Brother Zixun, it's good for Wang Ling and I to take the subway back together."
Today, Aunt Xiaodie must have sent a driver from the Lu family to pick him up. Even if the Lu family's car is the lowest-end, parked at the entrance of Yanzhong, it will shock everyone in the school.
She really didn't want to be the focus of the school's attention. What's more, Brother Zixun had a crush on Su Shiyu, so she couldn't let Su Shiyu misunderstand him!
Lu Zixun looked at her strangely: "I also take the subway, so the two of us can go together!"
"You take the subway?" Not only Han Xiangzhu, but also Wang Ling and Yang Fan were surprised.
The third young master of the Lu family took the subway home on weekends. Did they hear it correctly?
Seeing the surprised expressions on the three people's faces, Lu Zixun chuckled: "What? Are you surprised that I took the subway?"
Wang Ling and Han Xiangzhu nodded almost at the same time.
"Oh, I can't help it. The driver at home has gone to pick up my eldest brother and the others in Xuanzang, so I can only take the subway alone." He pretended to have a helpless expression.
"Won't the driver, Uncle Wang, come to pick you up?" Han Xiangzhu frowned slightly, still a little unconvinced.
Lu Zixun took her hand and said dotingly: "I lied to you, little fool. I wanted to take the subway and deliberately didn't let my family come to pick me up."
"Why?" Wang Ling asked puzzledly.
Leaving a good private car unused and going to the crowded subway is really something that rich people think that poor people like them cannot understand.
"I just want to experience life!" Lu Zixun replied with a smile.
Wang Ling looked stunned: "..."
Rich people are really awesome!
The three of them walked towards the school gate talking and laughing, as if they had forgotten that Yang Fan was behind them.
Yang Fan's eyes locked on Lu Zixun's hand that was holding Han Xiangzhu tightly, and he lightly clenched his fist.
On weekends, there are many people on the subway.
Lu Zixun's appearance unexpectedly attracted the attention of many people.
"Wow, this little brother is so good-looking!"
"Yes, he looks a bit like a movie star!"
"Did you see it? He seems to be wearing Iwazhong's school uniform. He should still be a student. What a pity!"
"What's wrong with the students? You can use WeChat to chat! No one can predict what will happen from now on!"
On the subway, a young girl pointed at Lu Zixun and whispered.
Lu Zixun held the armrest and carefully protected Han Xiangzhu in his arms.
Finally, we arrived at a stop, some people got off, and the carriage became a little looser.
A young girl who had been following Lu Zixun just now walked over boldly: "This classmate, can you add me to WeChat?"
Lu Zixun glanced at Han Xiangzhu, then lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, according to school regulations, we don't bring mobile phones."
"Huh?" Han Xiangzhu, who had been chatting with Wang Ling, looked up at him in confusion.
Isn’t Brother Zi Xun’s cell phone always in his pocket?