Chapter 439 Let's go to dinner together, I invite you
Chapter 439 Let’s go to dinner together, I’ll treat you
"Zhizhi, the lady at the same table is peeking at you again." As soon as Gu Zhiqi sat down, the fat chirp in Gu Zhiqi's mind spoke up.
Fei Jiu has said this sentence several times in the past few days.
Gu Zhiqi also discovered that this new deskmate liked to peek at her, but he didn't like to talk to others.
It just so happens that she doesn't really like talking to people either.
So, this deskmate is pretty good.
He didn't take Fei Jiu's words to heart, he put his hand into the table, explored it, and took out a book. As soon as he opened the book, a cold and gentle voice sounded in his ears, "Just now, Mo Weiran came to see you.
is you?"
Gu Zhiqi was a little surprised when he heard his deskmate who didn't like talking to others speak.
Just, Mo Weiran?
Oh, that blond boy seems to be named Mo Weiran.
After he figured it out, Gu Zhiqi nodded gently to Qiao Qingshu.
"Do you want to know why he came to see you?" Qiao Qingshu looked at Gu Zhiqi and asked, with a hint of probing in his tone.
"Oh, that's inconvenient." Gu Zhiqi said, returning his gaze to the book.
You can't really tell this deskmate that Mo Weiran is here to tell her fortune, right?
Qiao Qingshu was stunned for a moment after hearing Gu Zhiqi's answer, and then stared at Gu Zhiqi in a daze.
After a long while, Qiao Qingshu came back to his senses. He glanced at Gu Zhiqi with a slightly complicated expression, then withdrew his gaze and returned it to the book.
However, Qiao Qingshu didn't turn another page of the book until the school bell rang.
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After the get out of class bell rang at noon, Gu Zhiqi did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he took out his cell phone and began to tinker with Fu Xiyan's mental skills.
There were a lot of people at the moment, and she didn't really want to squeeze in with those people, so she might as well go have lunch later.
Gu Zhiqi lowered his head and was typing on his mobile phone. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the door, "Miss!"
Gu Zhiqi "..."
Is that stuff here again?
He raised his eyes to look at the door, and sure enough he saw a head of very eye-catching blond hair.
At this time, there were only three people in the Class 8 classroom, Lu Xingzhe who was still sleeping, Qiao Qingshu who was reading seriously, and Gu Zhiqi who was typing on her mobile phone.
Mo Weiran's voice was heard not only by Gu Zhiqi, but also by Qiao Qingshu and Lu Xingzhe.
The three people looked up almost at the same time.
"Sorry, sorry, excuse me." Mo Weiran said apologetically to Lu Xingzhe and Qiao Qingshu, then looked at Gu Zhiqi, "Miss, aren't you going to eat? Let's go together."
Thinking that there were two people in the classroom and Mo Weiran could not disturb them because of her relationship, Gu Zhiqi put away his phone and stood up.
As soon as he reached the door of Class 8, Mo Weiran said, "Let's go have dinner together. I'll treat you."
Gu Zhiqi didn't reply to Mo Weiran, but just walked straight towards the stairs. Seeing this, Mo Weiran immediately followed him carelessly, "If you don't say anything, I'll treat it as if you agree."
When the two of them had gone far away, and could no longer see their figures or hear their voices, Qiao Qingshu and Lu Xingzhe in the classroom finally looked away.
Qiao Qingshu looked a little dazed. She felt that her heart was full of loss, but she couldn't find the reason.
After Lu Xingzhe withdrew his gaze, he lay down on the table and continued to sleep. He slept for less than ten seconds. He suddenly stood up from his seat, pulled out his chair with a stinky face, and then walked out of the classroom with long strides.
When Qiao Qingshu heard the noise, she raised her head and glanced at Lu Xingzhe. Looking at Lu Xingzhe who was indifferent and irritable, Qiao Qingshu moved her lips and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.
Until Lu Xingzhe walked out of the classroom and disappeared, Qiao Qingshu didn't say a word.
He withdrew his gaze and returned it to the book. He still didn't open a page for a long time.
