The tall man stood tall in the commotion, half of his body was covered by light and shadow, and only his stern lower jaw could be seen.
Everyone in class A avoided him and went out by the back door.
He didn't go in, let alone call anyone. He just stood at the door, looking at Little Toffee who was surrounded by several people asking questions.
She has a really good temper and took the trouble to explain the problem-solving methods several times.
After everyone dispersed, Zhou Jimo reached out and knocked on the door.
"Gu Ruojiao."
Little Toffee looked up when he heard the sound. After seeing him, his bright little face suddenly became depressed, and his whole person became wilted.
Zhou Jimo raised his eyebrows.
"Bring your stuff."
He shook his head towards her, and Little Toffee followed him dejectedly.
Very well behaved.
After arriving at the classroom building, Zhou Jimo reached out to her.
Little Toffee hesitated: "I haven't finished eating yet."
It was expected, but Zhou Yimo still looked unhappy.
Little Toffee pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved.
"It's too much."
Zhou Jimo glanced at her from top to bottom.
Also, with my body like this, I probably can’t eat much in one meal.
Just listen to her soft voice: "How about you wait for me, I'll eat now."
After saying that, he found a place to sit down, took out the lunch box from the canvas bag, and started eating obediently.
She eats very quietly, taking small bites, but she looks very nice to the eyes.
Zhou Jimo also found a place to sit down and wait for her.
But the portion given by Zhou’s mother was really large.
Even though Gu Ruojiao worked very hard to eat, there was still a lot left.
Her little face wrinkled up after eating, and she even burped slightly.
When Zhou Jimo looked at him, his face turned red.
He glanced at the lunch box and found that the appetite for this little toffee was really light.
With this amount of food, I don’t know if I can finish it until the evening!
And if you look closely, you’re actually a picky eater!
"Give me."
Gu Ruojiao hesitated for a moment and gave him the lunch box.
"Chopsticks."
"Oh good!"
She hurriedly found another pair of chopsticks from the canvas bag and handed them to Zhou Yimo.
Zhou Jimo ate the rest and put it away.
"How should you say you know it yourself."
"Ah, oh."
Looking at the confused eyes, it is obvious that he does not know.
Zhou Jimo was too lazy to tell her too much.
Anyway, his mother probably just did it on a whim.
Once she got over the novelty, she would naturally forget about it.
However--
The next day, Zhou Jimo came to the door of Class A again with a cold face.
This time everyone was not as excited as yesterday, but their gossipy hearts were clearly visible on their faces.
Little Toffee struggled to follow Zhou Jimo despite a lot of glare.
It's still the same old place.
The same canvas bag and lunch box.
Zhou Jimo's face was full of displeasure: "Take it."
He stuffed it directly into Little Toffee's arms.
I almost couldn't hold the little toffee.
"Why, why is it so heavy?!"
When I opened it, everyone was stunned.
Why are there more today than yesterday???
Zhou Jimo was silent for a moment.
Somewhat uncomfortable, she said: "My mother said you have a good appetite."
So not only did I add the amount, but I also stuffed it with fruit and milk!
Is it because they ate too cleanly yesterday, so you think they don’t have enough to eat???
Gu Ruojiao: "..."
She raised her little face and looked at Zhou Jimo bitterly: "Classmate Zhou..."
Zhou Jimo, who shot himself in the foot, was filled with irritation and had nowhere to go.
But facing such a small toffee, he could only endure his irritability: "Come here during lunch."
This amount... how could she possibly eat it all by herself?
