After passing a few rows of desks, Zhou Jimo's cold eyes fell on the timid little girl by the door.
She seemed nervous and pursed her lips from time to time.
It was as if he wanted to look at him, but he didn't dare to look at him.
What bothers Zhou Jimo the most is this kind of delicate girl!
When the big man saw this, he whispered: "Brother Mo, I really came to confess my love."
Zhou Jimo's expression became even more ugly.
Leizi's eyes looked better than his, and he reached out and gave him a hammer.
"Shut up, Huang Dongyuan."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Jimo suddenly stand up.
His expression was gloomy, as if he had just stepped off an iceberg.
Oh, no, he is the iceberg.
Huang Dongyuan couldn't help but said: "Brother Mo, please tell me carefully. My little sister looks quite innocent, but don't scare people into tears."
Zhou Jimo walked over the desk coldly and went out through the back door.
Gu Ruojiao followed him obediently.
Many people were curious and gossiping, but no one dared to follow.
The two of them stopped when they reached a place where there was no one around.
Zhou Jimo turned around and flatly rejected the little girl without waiting for her to speak.
"I'm not interested in you."
The little girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she didn't quite understand what he meant.
Zhou Jimo was even more direct: "I don't like you, don't bother me."
This time the little girl was no longer puzzled, but instead became shy.
Her skin was very delicate, and two little red clouds would appear on her cheeks when she was shy.
Her lips are also very beautiful.
Especially the lip peaks are plump and attractive, like ripe cherries, sweet and delicious.
But Zhou Jimo only glanced at it and then looked away.
I heard the little girl say shyly: "I don't like you."
She was very shy, her face turned red as soon as she finished speaking, and she did not dare to raise her head.
From Zhou Jimo's perspective, only her red ears and pink neck could be seen.
Zhou Jimo glanced at the pink paper bag she had been holding in her hand.
Oh, does that mean you like him?
Did she think he was easy to deceive?
Or because my self-esteem was damaged after being rejected, I didn't dare to admit it.
No matter which one it was, he wasn't interested.
but--
"Don't like me? Then what are you holding?"
Speaking of this, the little girl was no longer shy.
"This is for you."
Zhou Jimo sneered "ha" in his heart.
And you said you don’t like him?!
We even prepared confession gifts!
Zhou Jimo was too lazy to continue talking to her.
But I saw the little girl reaching out and taking something from the pink paper bag——
Pulled out a notebook?
"These are class notes, I compiled them specially."
Zhou Jimo: "..."
The little girl didn't notice his expression and continued to herself: "You helped me that day. I really want to thank you, but I don't know what to do. Later, I heard from the teacher that your grades were not very good, so I sorted it out.
Got this notebook.”
Zhou Jimo: "..."
However, the little girl's words were sincere and did not seem to be sarcastic.
And I don’t know if I talk to boys too little. My words come out in a stumbling manner, and my ears are always red.
Zhou Jimo was worried that if she continued talking, she would explode on the spot.
But this reminded him of where he had seen her.
Just when he was about to say no, the little girl thrust the book and paper bag into his hand.
At this time, the little girl finally dared to look up at him.
"Student Zhou, please work hard. I hope to see your grades improve!"
After speaking, he mustered up the courage and squeezed his fist to show encouragement.
Zhou Jimo was startled.
I was about to say, "He doesn't need it," but the little girl finished talking and ran away shyly.
Zhou Jimo said again: "..."
When he returned to the classroom carrying a pink paper bag, the gossiping crowd was so surprised that their jaws almost dropped.
