During the lunch break, Huo Ziming still sat upright in his seat and practiced calligraphy.
His handwriting is very beautiful, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing, and his pen moving like dragons and snakes...
(This is much better than his father...=.=)
Next to his seat, as usual, there were a bunch of little girls around him.
"Ziming, Ziming, your handwriting is well written~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
"The prince is the prince, everything is so excellent~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
"Prince, I wrote a picture later, okay? I used the best picture frame, imported from France, and hanged it on the head of my bed???"
But no matter what the idiotic girls said, Huo Ziming still had no expression on his face.
All his eyes were concentrated on the white paper in front of him, and his slender fingers slowly exerted force. His expression was leisurely, but it was about to break out. It made people completely forget that he was just a ten-year-old boy.
It’s a great monk... Uh... What kind of metaphor is this... How can there be such a handsome great monk...
It was at this time.
Situ Moli came over.
She was wearing a pink dress, making her face look as beautiful as a flower.
The bow on the head is a limited edition model of a certain brand this year, with the Swarovski crystal on it shining.
The other little girls were a little afraid of Situ Moli.
He couldn't help but whisper, what did the princess do when she ran to the prince's seat?
Could it be that the princess couldn't help but confess to the prince?
All eyes were staring at Situ Moli, and then Huo Ziming.
In fact, it seems that the two of them are quite compatible, and they both have a beautiful face that makes people calm down.
But Huo Ziming was obviously much quieter and extremely calm.
Situ Moli's pretty and proud face was tense tightly, and her cherry lips were biting hard.
Obviously she was very nervous.
Indeed, Jasmine's heart was pounding.
She didn't know how Huo Ziming looked at her. In fact, she still hoped that he could look at herself respectfully like others, half of it was for her status, and generally for her beauty that was so capital-proud.
little face.
Will he... like her, just as she... like him?
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Song Xiaoxue followed Situ Moli and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, are you going to give way? The princess is here, how dare you not give way? Do you want to die?!"
Other girls did not dare to go against Situ Moli head-on, so they could only give way to Moli obediently.
But he muttered, obviously he had a lot of opinions.
Song Xiaoxue escorted Jasmine to Huo Ziming.
But Huo Ziming still wrote calmly, not taking the two arrogant little girls in front of him seriously.
His writing was leisurely, vigorous and powerful, and even a faint smile on his face.
"Hello!!!!"
Song Xiaoxue shouted: "Huo...Huo Ziming, why are you doing there? The princess is here. Haven't you met the princess yet?"
Jasmine frowned faintly, and was very unhappy. What was Xiaoxue talking?
She coughed: "Xiaoxue, don't say that..."
"Oh, Jasmine, you are so nice. Huo Ziming has been transferred to school for so long, but he can't come and say something to you. Have you taken our princess seriously?"