A pink Minnie's hard-shell schoolbag fell to the other side of the desk as soon as "Huh".
Chu Jinduan sat on the long bench, gazing calmly at the unfolded book, did not lift his head, and was not affected by the noise.
It doesn't matter which kid the visitor is, he is not in the mood to talk to anyone, and now he just wants to be alone.
The classroom is messy. The first-grade little Douding has great "destructive power" between classes. His ears are filled with the harsh sound of shifting tables, chairs and benches, and the noise of six or seven-year-old children.
The old green swing-head electric fan hummed, and there was a hot breeze.
The boy stopped flipping his hand, smelling a familiar smell.
It was the faint scent of milk on Song Qiaoxi's body, but today's taste was a bit special, mixed with the sweetness of chocolate and hazelnuts.
Chu Jin couldn't describe the feeling at the moment, as if he was scratched by the furry little cat in his heart.
The little heart beats a beat, from a slow and steady beating, the beating speed gradually becomes a little faster...
Why is she here?
Even if Chu Jin matured, he would still be a seven-year-old child.
When making the decision to sit in the back row alone, it is impossible to hesitate a little bit.
However, he could feel that most of the classmates in the class were afraid of themselves, looking at their eyes...
What's more, the most disgusting others are pitying him.
If, among the children from all over the world, one must be chosen to be the same table.
In his heart, there is only one candidate...
The sweet grandma's smell became stronger and stronger. The long bench moved. Chu Jin noticed something hot and soft on the right side of his body approaching. He moved cautiously, like a curious little deer in the forest?
A small furry head dangled in front of him with two curly ponytails.
The tender, tender little fleshy hands crossed the "38 line" and pressed the book in front of him.
Chu Jin raised his eyes and met Song Qiaoxi's big smiling eyes, his gaze stopped at the corners of her raised mouth.
"From today, I will be yours at the same table!"
Song Qiaoxi's voice happily resembled a little house sparrow chirping in the morning, waving a hand in front of him.
There was a "surprise, surprise or surprise" on his little face, and he couldn't hide his happy smile.
If at this time, there is a small tail behind her, can you please lift her up into the sky proudly?
Looking at the demo of Nuo Tuanzi, people who don't know thought she won the prize of the Shuangseqiu 5 million lucky sports lottery!
But for Song Qiaoxi, maybe he won 5 million, so it's better to be at the same table with Chu Jin to make her happy.
Looking at Chu Jin's pale, expressionless face, slowly became bloody, his thick black and angular eyebrows trembled slightly, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked unnaturally...
He gently pursed his lower lip, as if he deliberately tightened his face?
"Are you unhappy?"
Nuo Tuanzi returned to the "38th line", opened Minnie's schoolbag and started digging out her guy's affairs, while hesitatingly asked Chu Jin.
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Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓
RomanceNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE: 九零大院糯团子 AUTHOR: 柚子水豚 Song Qiaoxi, an orphan, transmigrated in a book. She became a little child in the 90s, and was spoiled by the whole family. However, this child was filled with black thoughts, white on the outside and bl...
