The little bully Su Shiyu's request made Han Xiangzhu very embarrassed.
"I need to seek Brother Zixun's opinion on this. Shiyu, I'm sorry!"
Su Shiyu waved her hand in frustration: "Okay, no matter what, Xiangzhu, you must help me."
After a few people simply packed up the clothes that needed to be taken back for cleaning, they prepared to leave the school.
The weather outside is still full of autumn rain.
Lu Zixun stood not far from the door of the girls' dormitory, holding a large dark blue umbrella.
In the autumn rain, he stood proudly and erect, becoming a beautiful scenery in front of the girls' dormitory.
When Bai Jinglin walked out holding an umbrella, she immediately saw Lu Zixun, standing tall and tall like a poplar tree in early summer in the north, exuding endless charm in the rain.
She walked over unconsciously, held an umbrella, and stood in front of Lu Zixun.
At this time, because she was about to leave school, she had already taken off her school uniform and was wearing an off-white windbreaker. Her hair was spread softly behind her, and her eyes were moist and bright. She looked quiet and beautiful.
"Classmate Lu Zixun, are you waiting for Xiangzhu? Do you want me to call her for you?" As she spoke, she showed a sweet smile.
Lu Zixun looked at the door of the girls' dormitory building and said in a cold and distant voice: "No, she should be out soon."
Bai Jinglin held the umbrella handle with a little force, but she still had a smile on her face: "Xiangzhu is so lucky! I have a brother like you. If I had a brother like you, I would probably wake up laughing in my dreams.
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Lu Zixun's eyes never looked at her from beginning to end: "You shouldn't discuss this issue with me. You should go back and tell your parents."
With that said, he ignored Bai Jinglin and walked quickly towards the door of the girls' dormitory building.
Because, he saw the little girl Xiangzhu and Wang Ling walking out holding a small umbrella.
He knew that this careless girl must have forgotten to take her umbrella.
Han Xiangzhu and Wang Ling were talking about their vacation plans and walking forward when a pair of white sneakers suddenly appeared in front of them, and then the small umbrella that occasionally dropped raindrops above their heads was now covered by a big umbrella.
She looked up strangely and saw Lu Zixun, her eyes filled with surprise: "Brother Zixun? Why are you here? It rained today. Didn't the driver, Uncle Wang, come to pick you up?"
Lu Zixun stretched out his hand and naturally pulled her from Wang Ling's side to his side: "No, Uncle Wang has something to do at home today, so we're going to take the subway. You little confused boy, did you forget to take the umbrella again?
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Han Xiangzhu stuck out his tongue in embarrassment: "I didn't read the weather forecast, I forgot."
"Let's go, I just happened to have a big umbrella, enough to cover you little confused one!"
As he spoke, his hands naturally wrapped around Han Xiangzhu's slender waist, protecting her whole body in his arms.
"Wang Ling, let's go to the subway station together!" After walking a few steps, he remembered Wang Ling behind him and called her back.
Wang Ling waved to them sheepishly: "Xiangzhu, I'm sorry, my aunt is coming to pick me up today and I'm afraid I can't be with you."
For some reason, Lu Zixun was in a good mood after listening to Wang Ling's words.
"Then let's go first." He spoke with joy in his voice.
Han Xiangzhu looked up at him in confusion: "Brother Zixun, you seem very happy that Wang Ling can't come with us?"
Lu Zixun quickly said seriously: "Is there any? No! You heard it wrong! Why should I be so happy about such a trivial matter?"