Li Qing looked at the small mirror on the table to straighten the buns she had just tied, and found that a hair tie had fallen on the ground. So she looked up at Ji Xuzhao, who was lying on the table to catch up on his sleep, and said, "Ji Xuzhao, my hair tie fell off, help me pick it up."
When Ji Xuzhao heard this, he raised his head and looked at her sideways. He thought, how could such a good-looking person exist? It was a bit annoying. Li Qing felt a little flustered when she saw the sudden ferocious expression on her deskmate's face. She seemed not to have messed with this ancestor this morning.
After the two of them stared at each other for about ten seconds, Ji Xuzhao suddenly bent down, picked up the hair tie, threw it to Li Qing, and then muttered something in a low voice.
After finally catching it in a hurry, Li Qing curled his lips and punched the back of his head, but his sharp eyes noticed that Ji Xuzhao's ears were red. Could it be that he was sick? No wonder he was so grumpy in the morning.
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When Ji Xuzhao met Li Qing for the first time, he was sure that he would not like this type of girl.
Later, he was tortured to death in the ideological struggle every day. Why on earth is it so beautiful? Annoying.
Li Qing felt that her new classmate after transferring to another school was mentally ill. Otherwise, why would he suddenly become autistic or curse when the conversation was harmonious?