Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 80

Bai Fu, no, it should be Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing knew that Xue Yu had already seen that it was him.

The other party was very scared, looking at him as if he had made a mistake, his fingertips were shaking uncontrollably, and sweat quickly dripped down his snow-white face, like a drop of dew on the tip of a green leaf. There are still people in the world who are so good at pretending to be pitiful.

How did he know? It was normal for them to go out together and go to the Academic Affairs Office together.

Whether Xue Yu knew it or not, Zhou Qing had always looked at him, so Zhou Qing quickly realized that Xue Yu had put on a look of pain from the moment he saw the phone screen.

Of course, he would not be so simple-minded as to believe what Xue Yu said, what friends outside the school.

A person who grew up in the valley, has the means and connections to make friends in Wen City? No way.

So the person chatting with Xue Yu must be someone in the school.

And the person who dealt with Xue Yu every day and was not in class was still lying in the dormitory building at this time.

What did the pervert find?

Zhou Qing couldn't think of where he was exposed, but he didn't care.

He was thinking about the opening remarks, and how to greet after accidentally revealing his identity. The person facing him suddenly pursed his lips, as if nothing had happened, and whispered: "Nothing, everything is ready, let's go back to the classroom quickly."

Xue Yu lowered his head, barely able to see the bright red lips and the white porcelain face, and couldn't tell if he was playing dumb.

Zhou Qing was startled, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes, but fortunately it was blurred by the lens.

He lowered his head silently, still with that weak look, but his right hand easily lifted several kilograms. He took a step behind Xue Yu and suddenly lowered his eyes to look at his fingers: "... bleeding."

On the tip of the man's skin-covered finger, there were drops of blood scraped by the thin leaf, which were still gradually gathering and then sliding down through the fingers.

Xue Yu paused, raised his white chin slightly, handed him the bag of paper he brought with him, and whispered: "Be careful, these are very sharp."

It was like a normal, caring behavior for classmates.

"Thank you, I was careless." Zhou Qing pressed a dent in the wrapping paper with his fingertips. He didn't take more, but took out a piece to wipe the blood.

Xue Yu saw that he had finished wiping, and then picked up the one on the table, and hurried back to the classroom to study. At the moment when he was about to step out of the Academic Affairs Office, the man behind him didn't hold it firmly, and the pile fell to the ground.

The rope was not tied tightly, and it was loosened under the force. The brown paper was like a torrent that broke through a water tank and spread all over the ground.

Xue Yu: "..."

The man squatted down immediately: "Sorry."

Xue Yu didn't know what to say, so he didn't let him pick it up alone. After all, he let himself carry a few books, and he moved his head. If he couldn't move it, he had his own responsibility.

So Xue Yu squatted down and picked up the books with the man.

The two of them picked up the books with half the effort. The pile was restored to its original state after the few books on the ground were left. Xue Yu wiped the sweat off his face as if he was very tired, stood up and whispered to the man, "I'll pick up a few more books."