Chapter 47 Little Mute, Are You Dead?

When she crossed over, knowing that she had a family, she didn't have much hope.

After getting along for a few days, I found that treating myself was pretty good.

It's funny to recall the boyish appearance of an old man in his sixties.

……

There was still school in the afternoon, Zhong Li and the others stayed for a while and then returned to Zhong's house.

On the sofa, Chuxue rubbed against her schoolbag, feeling the breath of her master.

Hearing the movement outside, he ran down quickly, sat in front of the door, straightened his neck and watched.

The door opened, and it saw its master as expected, but the moment it saw Lu Zichen, it ran quickly into the house.

Too fast for people to catch.

Lu Zichen was frightened, but soon returned to normal, and turned to look at Zhong Li, a little puzzled.

"You still have cats?"

Zhong Li has a slight obsession with cleanliness and can't tolerate mess in the dormitory. Xiao Yao uses this every time to try to shirk his duty.

The consequence is that Lu Zichen will greet him with love every time, and instead of his parents, he will teach him what it means to do his own things.

Zhong Li frowned, "Is it strange?"

Why does she have such a reaction when raising a cat?

strange...

Compared with her abnormality during this period, it is nothing at all.

Lu Zichen shook his head, "No."

Zhong Li didn't care about him anymore, picked up his schoolbag and counted his things.

Lu Zichen followed.

As soon as he got close, something jumped out from under the sofa, and hurriedly ran upstairs.

Lu Zichen looked at Chuxue's fleeing figure, "..."

"How timid." He complained.

Zhong Li disagreed with this statement.

Jumping up and down on weekdays, even knocked over grandpa's precious vase.

In the final analysis, it is a typical "wo Li Heng".

……

The front of the school gate is bustling with people, and the playground is full of voices.

Zhong Li and the others came earlier, and there was still some time before evening self-study.

Lu Zichen returned to his seat, put down his schoolbag, and fell asleep on the table.

The people in the classroom noticed that the movement range was much smaller, for fear of waking this one up.

Xiao Yao stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom, the first thing he saw was Lu Zichen's peaceful face.

He took advantage of the teacher's absence to change seats, and was only an aisle away from Zhong Li and the others.

When he got closer, he realized that half of Lu Zichen's head was exposed.

In the past, his head was completely retracted in his arms.

That's weird.

Xiao Yao scratched his head, expressing his incomprehension: "Brother Lu didn't play games with me all night, why do you feel so sleepy?"

Zhong Li, who was buried in her homework, poked her head out, "What time did you play the game last night?"

Xiao Yao: "Two o'clock."

Zhong Li: "..."

I woke up at [-] o'clock this morning and slept for less than six hours. I used to go to bed when I was sleepy. No wonder I looked like this.

Xiao Yao still looked puzzled, "I usually call until six o'clock in the morning, but I have never seen Brother Lu so sleepy."

Zhong Chen looked away.

Usually he would catch up on sleep during the day, but today he didn't have time to go to his aunt's place.

Zhong Li finished the rest of the homework, pushed it to Lu Zichen's side, and woke him up by the way.

In Xiao Yao's eyes, this action was soul-stirring.

"Little mute, you don't want to die? Brother Lu, you dare to make noise while sleeping?!"

Lu Zichen has the aura of getting up. He used to lie on the table and close his eyes to rest, and would get angry if he was disturbed. Those eyes...

Xiao Yao trembled when he thought about it.

Not to mention Lu Zichen who was in a deep sleep.

Xiao Yao silently lit a candle for Zhong Li in his heart, then moved his body closer to avoid affecting himself.

Unexpectedly, something strange happened.

(End of this chapter)

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