LITTLE SWEETHEART

Chapter 17

Gu Siyi went to the toilet to wash her face, and her drowsy head suddenly felt refreshed.

When she walked to the classroom, she found Xia Zhijuan standing in the corridor. By coincidence, their eyes met.

"......"Oops! The god of learning is not happy! Those deep black eyes, mixed with ice scum!

Gu Siyi understood the emotion in the other person's eyes and began to reflect on herself.

Is it because of the previous sentence "I don't like him"? This sentence sounds ambiguous. She just wants to express that she doesn't have the same meaning as Zheng Peipei. It doesn't mean that not liking someone means hating someone in the popular sense.

Gu Siyi felt that she needed to explain, after all... this is her thick thigh.

Moreover, I only ate other people's food at noon, and after listening to other people's questions, I said such things in a blink of an eye.

Gu Siyi walked not far from Xia Zhijuan. He was leaning against the railing of the corridor. She was facing the railing, holding on to the handrail, and looking at the scenery outside the teaching building... Let's prepare her emotions first, how to explain.

There are many classmates in the corridor, and there are people who are laughing and playing.

Gu Siyi slowly moved towards Xia Zhijuan until the two were only separated by a line.

She gently pulled off the clothes at his waist, a subtle and secret reminder that no one could see.

Then he said sincerely in a low voice: "I didn't mean that just now..."

Xia Zhijuan didn't respond.

Gu Siyi wanted to say something when the class bell rang.

Others entered the classroom one by one, and Gu Siyi was about to enter through the back door when Xia Zhijun grabbed her.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. Gu Siyi leaned against the wall, eyes widened, and reminded him in shock, "It's time for class!"

Xia Zhijuan raised his hand and rubbed her ears with his fingertips. His expression was not smiling, and he gave off an aura that said I was not to be trifled with.

The corridor was deserted, and Gu Siyi's heart was beating wildly, fearing that the teacher would come over at this moment.

Xia Zhijun said calmly: "What do you mean? Come to me tonight and explain it clearly."

After that, let go of her and walk in through the back door.

Gu Siyi followed him and walked into the classroom, her face as red as a cooked shrimp.

This class was a history class, and the middle-aged male teacher wearing glasses spoke on the podium so witty that I was frothing at the mouth. However, the students below are very realistic. Those who plan to study science, unless they are interested in history, will basically go their own way.

In the first half of the class, Gu Siyi was struggling with how to explain Xia Zhijun's words. This was a pitfall in a specific language environment... She sketched out one sincere explanation after another in her mind, such as hugging her directly. Thigh calls daddy and then reads an 800-word self-examination and love letter...for example, taking him to the supermarket and spending a lot of money on him, and arrogantly buying the entire shelf of sweets for him...for example...

In the second half of the class, Gu Siyi fell asleep amidst these wild thoughts.

"Gu Siyi."

"Gu Siyi."