I was really scared that the head teacher was my uncle.
Shen Huai was not afraid of anything in this school. He secretly played with his mobile phone in the middle of the night, provoked his classmates to have water fights in the dormitory, challenged himself to have five girlfriends in a week, scolded the grade director in the hallway, ran out to surf the Internet all night, and played basketball during lunch break.
——But the little bully is also afraid of things, bugs and uncles.
He had just been holding a basketball and planned to skip today's Chinese class. He had just turned a corner on the stairs and bumped into Jiang Zuo. Not only did the ball fall to the ground, but he was also startled on the spot.
"Tell me everything today."
"Start day study tomorrow and live with me."
"Help you with the rankings and finish all the papers tonight."
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Until the end, when Jiang Zui held the coffee cup in his hand and hugged the computer, Shen Huai still felt that there was a smell of sesame oil in the cup.
Under the street lights in summer, Shen Huai still held an ice coke to Jiang Zhuan's face. When he did this little trick, he could clearly reach it but he liked to jump up.
Shen Huai was forced to go out for a walk in the evening. The young man talked about the old man's schedule. Jiang Zuo would come closer to him when passing the street light and touch his hand with his fingers.
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When he saw the word "the past is accurate and the present is accurate", he quietly added a little more accuracy.