After Xiao Xiao had rested, he came over, patted Fang Zonglai's hand and said, "I guess you miss Brother Shen too much. You should have studied hard to be in the same class as Brother Shen."
After that, he went out to continue his career of moving books. This was also a good opportunity to make extra money.
Fang Zonglai sighed as he sat in his seat. Could it be that he really wanted to get drunk?
That night, because my eyes were swollen, I didn't come to school. I took a week off and lied that I had chickenpox, a highly contagious acute disease.
"Alas..." Fang Zonglai lay on the table. He felt that this life was really lonely.
He used to fight and flirt with girls, but now he doesn't find it fun at all. Because there is no drunken girl to clean up the mess for him anymore.
Resting on his hands, Fang Zonglai was so bored that he opened the book again. This time, he saw Shen Jue's name, the ninth class of science, and his student number.
Fang Zonglai immediately regained his energy. When he saw Xiao Xiao, who was making extra money by moving books for others, he immediately pointed at it and said, "This is Shen Zui's book. He is from Class 9."
"Wow." Xiao Xiao's first reaction was, "Why can't Brother Shen think about it?"
Fang Zonglai was so frustrated that he didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, he thought of something again. He followed Xiao Xiao and asked, "What kind of emotion would a person in adolescence have to write another person's name in a new book?"
"I like it..." Xiao Xiao, a child who only cares about making extra money to supplement the family income, blurted out these words.
Fang Zonglai was confused. Shan Sijing said that he didn't want to pay attention to it. But Xiao Xiao also said the same thing, which means Shen Jui likes him.
At least it is possible to have this suspicion.
Fang Zonglai smiled, the kind that blossomed with joy.
Shen Jun likes him, Shen Jun really likes him. Is it true...
When he saw Shen Jun and Xia Xi walking on the playground, Fang Zonglai felt that he had thought too much about what he had thought not long ago.
At the end of the one-year competition, Shen Jun and Xia Xi cooperated happily and ranked first in the city. They often communicated with each other.
Fang Zonglai knew, but he was unhappy. He should be the one beside Shen Jui.
There was always a feeling that his wife was about to run away with someone. Fang Zonglai hurried downstairs, heading in the direction of the two of them.
"I heard that you haven't had much contact with Fang Zonglai during this period?" Xia Xi asked a digression outside of the discussion.
Shen Jue swatted away the mosquitoes again. He didn't want to feed them on the playground anymore.
"How deep does it take to have more interactions? Do you want to sleep together?" Shen Jun replied calmly.
It was Xia Xi's unexpected answer. He couldn't help but smile and said: "I didn't expect you to tell cold jokes."
Shen Jun looked at the teaching building where the sophomore in high school was located and ended the topic, "I still have books that I haven't moved."
"Do you need help?"
Shen Xie shook his head and stopped him from getting closer: "Fang Zonglai is here."
Xia Xi stopped and waved her hands helplessly, "It's just not necessary."
"Yeah." Shen Jun decisively turned around and walked up the three steps in one step.
Coming down from another building, Fang Zonglai, who took a shortcut, walked in the opposite direction.
"Xia Xi!" Fang Zonglai came down and saw him alone.
As for Shen Jiu, I saw him just before he came downstairs. Could it be that he was eaten by Xia Xi.
Damn! What are you thinking about?
"Call me senior, you rude brat." Xia Xi felt big-headed when she saw Fang Zonglai.
I really can’t understand why Shen Ji, that quiet, docile young man who speaks only a few words and gets to the point without any room for rebuttal, is willing to fall into the stinking ditch of Fang Zonglai.