Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

The building has been built very high, but the heat is not as strong as before.

After all, it is just a rumor, without evidence.

Floor 532: I heard that Ji Cheng has a knife in his hand, so please be careful.

Floor 533: How did the upstairs know?

Floor 534: The classmate in our class saw it, really, I'm not lying to you, he really has a knife in his hand.

Floor 535: The dean of teaching also asked him to ask him a question. I don’t know where the grandson hid the knife. I didn’t find it, but it did. You believe me!

Floor 536: Is a transfer student so crazy?

Ji Cheng slept until noon and ended school. Chu Zheng sat in it. She couldn't get out because he couldn't live.

Chuzheng pondered, stepped on a chair and jumped out.

Perfect landing.

Can this little problem be me?

Yu Yue took her little attendant and stood at the front door of the classroom, staring at her ill-intentioned.

Chu Zheng left through the back door and ignored it.

The afternoon class was a bit boring, Chuzheng held his chin and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ji Cheng lying on the table finally moved.

On the white cheeks, due to sleep, a slight blush was pressed, and the whiteness was red and delicate as jade, which gave people a very sweet and delicious feeling.

His head was still against his arm, and his other hand rubbed his eyes gently.

The eyelashes trembled a few times, and the misty eyes gradually became clear.

His face turned towards Chuzheng, and his focus instantly matched Chuzheng.

Chuzheng was watching him intently, his eyes were clear and cold, and he couldn't see the half-ups and downs.

The gaze can't tell what it means...

Anyway, Ji Cheng didn't understand.

She doesn't look at the blackboard, what is she doing?

Ji Cheng frowned and looked away first.

What does she do has nothing to do with herself.

He raised his head and glanced at the podium, and then he inadvertently got down, his blushing cheeks slowly returned to normal, but gradually they turned white.

Ji Cheng buried all his face in his arms.

The arm was suddenly poked.

Ji Cheng raised his eyes and found that it was a pen that was poking him. The owner of that pen was his deskmate.

Chu Zheng handed him a box of cakes from below.

Ji Cheng looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you hungry?" Chu Zheng lowered his voice.

Ji Cheng held his clothes tightly with his hands on his stomach.

The stomach hurts uncomfortably.

hungry.

His movements are already very hidden.

She just asked casually, but still found...

But according to his brief time with this tablemate, she didn't have the habit of storing snacks—at least he had never seen anything in her seat before.

"Thank you."

Ji Cheng took the cake and thanked him in a low voice.

He put it on the table and did not intend to eat.

"I'll be very troublesome if you starve to death, classmate." Is this good guy card abused?

Ji Cheng: "..."

I was just wondering, now she is sure she knows she is hungry.

He is really hungry.

Ji Cheng took a breath and took out the box of cakes.

The packaging of the box is very delicate, not like school stuff, the sweetness of the cake comes out the moment the box is opened.

Inside are divided, small cakes one by one.

He put one in his mouth, although it was already small, it was still slightly larger.

The boy's cheeks were bulging and looked like a little hamster, very cute.

The sweet, fragrant and soft cakes spread out in the mouth, and the youth looked relaxed.

Chu Zheng poked the tablemate in front of him.

The front desk looked back blankly, facing Chuzheng's cold eyes, suddenly a little scared, did not dare to speak, and could only express his doubts with facial expressions.

Chuzheng handed him a piece of money and pointed to the milk on his table.

The front desk quickly handed her the milk and waved her hand to indicate that she was not using it.

Chu Zheng directly rubbed the money twice and threw it over his table.

Chu Zheng handed the milk to Ji Cheng.

Ji Cheng lowered his head and didn't notice the communication between Chuzheng and the front table. Looking at the milk passed over, he was stunned and looked at her with his cheeks.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the latter threw directly into his arms with a cold face.

-

After Ji Cheng ate, his stomach felt better. He lay down on the table, took out a word and wrote a line, and pushed it to Chu Zheng.

-Is your injury okay?

——I'm not hurt!

What nonsense.

Who is injured!

Who is injured! !

She is not so weak as a good person!

She is fine!

Chu Zheng glanced at him, and Ji Cheng felt that his eyes were extremely cold, like blizzards in the twelfth winter of a cold winter. The rustling falling could drown him.

——How much, I will give you.

--No need to.

Although Chuzheng said no, but Jicheng still pushed the money to Chuzheng.

Chu Zheng: "..." Am I someone who lacks this little money? !

Ji Cheng was determined, and Chu Zheng frowned and tucked it directly into his coat.

Ji Cheng subconsciously pulled her hand.

Chu Zheng's fingertips had already touched the coldness in his coat.

Ji Cheng glanced at her, took her hand out, pulled off her coat, and didn't give her any more money.

Ji Cheng calmly pressed the paper and book to pass the message, and did not reply.

When the get out of class was over, the teacher left homework, and Chu Zheng suddenly came over: "Classmate, can you write?"

The juvenile's body exudes the scent of milk after the cake and milk are mixed. It smells particularly good, sweet and delicious, and makes people want to take a bite.

Ji Cheng didn't expect that Chuzheng would suddenly come so close, his breath suddenly stopped.

He could feel her faint breathing, the slight wind swept across his chin, and the whole person froze in place.

Under Chu Zheng's gaze, Ji Cheng shook his head honestly.

"I can't write."

"What's the use for you." He can't even write an assignment.

Chu Zheng murmured and sat back, but she said quietly, Ji Cheng did not hear clearly.

Ji Cheng is a scumbag.

When Chu Zheng thought of this, he was desperate.

Who will help me with my homework?

Chu Zheng's eyes fell on the front table.

The front desk suddenly felt cold in the back spine, and a layer of goose bumps formed on his arms. He rubbed his arms. It's not cold today...

Chu Zheng held the pen against the back of the front desk: "Help me write down my homework."

The front desk suddenly became stiff, like a robot, looking back with difficulty: "...may I write it down for you?"

"Help me write." Chu Zheng emphasized.

"...Uh...good, good." He didn't dare to refuse at all.

God!

I always feel that Xu Chuzheng has become so scary.

This is the legendary one that does not die in silence, but erupts in silence?

Fortunately, I haven't fixed her before...

Oh, he wants to change seats! !

Ji Cheng watched Chu Zheng complete the dark transaction with the front desk, and slightly pressed his lower lip.

I felt a little upset in my heart.

But I don't know what I am upset about.

She asked someone to do her homework. It was her business, what did it have to do with herself?

In the afternoon, Ji Cheng did not leave his position after school. After Chu Zheng went out, he brought him a cup of milk tea.

The milk tea is warm, it's just right to drink it in this not-so-hot weather.

In addition, his stomach was uncomfortable before, and he could not drink too cold. This temperature is the most suitable.

Ji Cheng really didn't understand that she bought the warm one deliberately, it was just a coincidence.

but……

Ji Cheng watched Zhu Zian put milk tea on Yu Yue's table, filling the entire table.