white Moonlight and her stuttering Man

chapter 28 Fiery ❤

Cheng Chu pursed her lips, and silently took out the Chinese textbook.

The time for a class passed quickly. When class was over, Cheng Chu registered the papers handed in at her seat, only realize that Song Xinyu had not yet handed it in.

Her seat was right in front of Cheng Chu.

Cheng Chu reached out and nodded her back

: "Song Xinyu, your paper has not been handed in yet."

The head in front didn't turn back either. she had to pull out the paper from the drawer, and shook her elbow back. The paper whirled lightly in the air like autumn leaves and landed slowly on the table.

What attitude? Cheng Chu rolled her eyes and pulled the paper over angrily.

Song Xinyu turned her head,  looked at her with sorry eyes, and whispered

: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Cheng Chu had a headache when she saw her pretending appearance, and she didn't even look at her, but said coldly,

"Is it on purpose? You know."

It was the cold winter, and the chilled students were unwilling to go out even after class, and the class was crowded with people.

Cheng Chu didn't want to talk to her and directly picked up the collected papers and walked out of the classroom.

The winter wind is bitterly cold.
When Cheng Chu returned to the class, the hand holding the test paper was cold.

She rubbed her hands, and as soon as she sat down, her hands were stuffed into a bag of warm water.

Cheng Chu raised her eyes in surprise.

The hot temperature at the fingertips seemed to be electric current, which instantly spread to the bottom of my heart.

She heard Gu Miao say in a deep voice,

"Warm your hands."

The teenager is now willing to speak. It should be because he talks more and his mentality is better.

Although he can't help stuttering sometimes, he is much better than before.

But Cheng Chu didn't know how much this taciturn boy had paid secretly in order to be able to speak a word smoothly.

Some people seem to have always been like this, hiding all love and pain in their hearts.

The incandescent lamp above his head was bright, and there was an English book on Gu Miao's desk.

Cheng Chu's hands gradually became warm, she released the hot water bottle, took out a notebook from her bag, and handed it to Gu Miao.

There was doubt in the young man's eyes, but he accepted the book obediently.

"This is my English notebook, you can take a look, it should be useful." Cheng Chu said.

Gu Miao's shocked and said,

"But you, what should you do?"

He was not very fluent in speaking, and his voice was low and dumb, but he did not stutter.

"I don't rely on this, it's okay, you go and see it first."

Cheng Chu waved her hand

"Don't rush to pay me back, take your time."

The light blue notebook is decorated with small flowers, as if it carries the light floral fragrance of a girl.

Gu Miao shook her notebook hand and said softly,

"Thank you, thank you."

........

The moon is not bright tonight

Gu Miao just finished his work in noodles shop.

come back home

Hearing the door opening, uncle and aunt sat on the sofa and glanced at him, then watched the series again.

Gu Miao returned to the room and pulled out the notebook from the bag.

On the title page is a girl's beautiful words

"Cheng Chu, the second class of high school sophomore"

Gu Miao curled his fingers and turned the page carefully.

The notes are very detailed and a little too detailed. From the grammar to the vocabulary of each unit, to the points that are easy to make mistakes, and the points frequently tested, all are written clearly and neatly.

Under the dimly yellow table lamp, Gu Miao's dark eyes became warm.

Looking at the notebook, his barren heart seemed to have taken out tender shoots.

The sun seemed to be a little closer to him.

Gu Miao even thought, once his English improves, is it possible to enter key classes?

In this way, if Cheng Chu returned to the key class later, he would follow up with a cheeky.

If she can't go back, she will stay here.

Where his sunlight falls, he stays there with her

There was a drizzle outside, and the fine rain fell on the windows, and the humble room was warmed by the warm light.

Gu Miao lowered his head, silently carrying English, and his heart was fiery.

............

Lin Yue, the head teacher, is strict in teaching and will take a quiz every week.

In this quiz, with a perfect score of 100, Gu Miao actually got 80.

This may not be a big deal to others, but Cheng Chu knows how difficult such progress is.

After all, it was difficult for him to even pass before.

Gu Miao has tenacity hidden in his body. What he wants to do, no matter how difficult it is, he will do it desperately.

He wanted to get rid of the stuttering problem, so he would get up before dawn to practice speaking. If he wanted to improve his English score, he would use his spare time to recite words and grammar.
But even though love had overflowed from the bottom of his heart, he did not dare to take a step closer.
She is a bright and dazzling sunrise, and she grew up in the love of thousands.
But he was poor and humble, autistic and stuttered, and couldn't help being flustered even to say a few words to her.
The bell rang after class. The next session was a psychology class. Most of the people in the classroom left.
Cheng Chu was dragged a few steps by Rosie, then turned around and asked, "Want to go together?"
Gu Miao put down the pen in her hand, nodded, got up and followed them.
Thursday is the day everyone looks forward to most. After the first English class in the afternoon, there is a relaxing psychology class.
The psychology classroom is a certain distance from the teaching building.
After class, Gu Miao walked through the crowd and walked back to the classroom.
The wind was blowing under his feet, much faster than the others.
When I arrived in the classroom, there was no one in the class.
Gu Miao walked into the classroom, still carrying the bitter cold of winter.
A bitter wind blew into the empty classroom.
He lowered his eyes, his eyes drifted from the seat of Chu Chu, the dark eyes suddenly appeared, and the chill spread from the soles of his feet all over his body.
On the originally clean chair, a puddle of dazzling red ink was dripping slowly along the chair, slowly fading away under the feet.