What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 48 Response

    It is indeed getting colder and colder. While the autumn wind took away the last dead leaf on the branches, it also ushered in the first snowflake of this year.

    Jizhun walks across the overpass and sees passers-by passing by in a hurry, or stops to take pictures. He breathed into his palm, looked at the purple traffic jam on the taxi app, and put the phone back into his pocket listlessly.

    Tonight, he did piece together a complete story as he wished, but he didn't feel relieved about it.

    Lu Xiulin's silence was the final answer. He regretted that he hadn't stopped the loss in time, thus conniving at this unlucky fate in the world of mortals.

    Ji Zhun sniffed, and then pulled up the zipper of his jacket. The mind also completely cooled down based on the temperature below ten degrees.

    After all, it was just an absurd dream, what to do when you wake up. After all, even people like Lu Xiulin have lost to the reality, they are only a few pounds, who knows what they will have to pay for this inexplicable throbbing in the future.

    A couple just got out of the taxi, and Ji Zhun hurried forward.

    The moment the warm air in the car hit his face, he suddenly felt very sleepy, and he just wanted to go home and sleep with his head covered. Then when I wake up, everything is back to square one. Tan Jingyang is the class monitor, he is a transfer student, happened to be at the same table and then became friends.

    That's it.

    The car stopped at an intersection near Ji Zhun's home, it wasn't a traffic jam or the driver's refusal to pick up the car.

    Instead, Ji Zhun suddenly saw a familiar face around the corner. He was only wearing a gray singlet, and his whole body looked a little shrunken. Under the cold white street lamp, he kept rubbing his hands, exhaling white mist.

    "Cheng Sui?" Jizhun opened the car door after paying and called tentatively.

    As soon as Cheng Zui raised his eyes and saw Ji Zhun, his lips, which were slightly purple from the cold, curved into a shy curve.

    Ji Zhun frowned and looked around: "Why are you here alone at this hour?"

    "Wait for you." Cheng Zui grinned, "Xiao Le told me that your family lives nearby, and I will come in the afternoon." Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes: "Wait for me?"

    Cheng

    Zui nodded, Then he pointed to a small cafe not far away: "I just asked, it's open until the early hours of the morning. Let's talk in another place." Ji Zhun has been to

    that cafe before, and the owner is an Italian woman married from afar. He let out a breath of air, thinking that things always come in a hurry, and his plan to go home and sleep might be ruined.

    But he still politely raised his chin to Cheng Zui and said, "Come on, it's rare for you to come, I'll treat you. His hot chocolate is quite delicious." At this time, a thin layer had already accumulated on the

    eaves Crushed snow. As Ji Zhun pushed the door open, something fell on his head.

    The room was warm, and the air was filled with the aroma of butter and coffee.

    The Italian woman was obviously still impressed by Ji Zhun, and she greeted him warmly after seeing him enter the room. In her eyes, this Chinese boy is quite beautiful and fully meets her definition of a handsome oriental boy.