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Chapter 360: It's XB's Toffee 18

It was a little dark, and the light of the street lamp fell not far from his feet.

Zhou Jimo's voice was cold and distant: "Don't come here anymore, and don't go to the downtown to help."

Both of them stood in the darkness, Zhou Jimo had the light behind him, and could not clearly see the emotions on his face.

Gu Ruojiao pursed her lips: "Did I do something wrong?"

No, she did nothing wrong.

only……

"The downtown area is too chaotic, so don't come here again."

He thrust the schoolbag into her hand.

"This is not a place for a delicate little girl like you."

Gu Ruojiao held her schoolbag and didn't know why: "But I came here every day before."

Zhou Jimo glanced at her: "Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

"I……"

Before he could say anything, Zhou Jimo forced him into a corner.

"Gu Ruojiao, what are you planning?"

He looked down at her with a terrifying aura.

Even if it is a boy, his legs will weaken if he is so frightened, let alone the delicate and soft little girl in front of him.

The little toffee couldn't stand it any longer.

He stammered out his intention.

"I, I just want you to study hard!"

She closed her eyes tightly, probably finally speaking out, so she felt a little confident.

Repeated it loudly again.

"I hope you can graduate successfully!"

Zhou Jimo: "..."

He is not deaf, so there is no need to say it twice!

"That's my business and has nothing to do with you." He became more and more cold.

But Little Toffee was not frightened, and nodded in understanding: "I know."

Zhou Jimo narrowed his eyes.

If you know, don't show it in front of him!

Just listen to her softly say: "If you want to learn in the future, you can come to me."

"unnecessary."

"oh."

Not only is he soft, but he also has a really soft temper. I never thought of trying to persuade him with reason.

On the contrary, Zhou Jimo didn't know how to take the opportunity to hurt her.

I could only keep a straight face all the way, send the person to the bus stop, and watch her get on the bus.

"Zhou Jimo, see you tomorrow."

She stood at the back door, her sweet voice was mostly cut off by the door, but it was still beautiful.

Zhou Jimo watched the bus leave unconsciously. He stood there for a long time until the bus disappeared, and then turned around and left.

*

At night, after helping Zhou's mother prepare the ingredients for the next day, Zhou Jimo went back to his room.

He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

His room is very monotonous, with no other decorations except the bed, wardrobe, table and books.

After a while, he suddenly sat up and took out a pink notebook from his school bag.

The cover of the new notebook is as simple as the previous one. When you open it, you will see very neat handwriting.

Compared with the previous book, the formulas in this book are indeed much simpler to use, and there are also pictures and annotations.

Zhou Jimo just took a few glances and understood the idea of ​​​​solving the problem.

For some reason, he remembered what she said this evening.

It was obviously dark at that time, but he could clearly remember every expression of hers.

My fingers unconsciously rubbed it a few times.

The feeling of rubbing my earlobe at that time still vaguely remains.

It is very soft, like cotton, and will turn red when rubbed.

Zhou had been silent for a long time, took out the book from his schoolbag, and read it seriously for the first time.

Half an hour later, Zhou's mother knocked on the door and poked her head in.

"Son, what do you want to eat for lunch tomorrow?"

"Whatever."

There was a pause.

I don't know why, but it reminds me of the picky eater of Little Toffee.

While using chopsticks to pick it apart, he looked at it bitterly and resentfully for a long time, then picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.

He looked bitter and aggrieved, as if he had been bullied by someone.

He's like a doormat and doesn't know how to resist.

Zhou Jimo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Mom, I don't want coriander or green pepper."

Hearing this, Zhou's mother was a little surprised, then she remembered something and agreed happily.


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