On the way to the studio, Zhou Chi looked at the cold faces next to him and Lin Qingluo holding painting materials. He cursed in his heart that he had no chance of winning against Lin Qingluo. Lin Qingluo stopped and turned around and was about to say something to him. At this time, the Kongming lantern and fireworks went off together. Lin Qingluo looked up at the fireworks and seemed to have forgotten to talk to Zhou Chi. Zhou Chi couldn't notice the fireworks, so he opened his mouth and said Lin Qingluo said, "Lin Qingluo, why are you watching the fireworks? Let me see you." Lin Qingluo's heart trembled and she took a few steps back. Zhou Chi stepped forward and hugged her thin body. Lin Qingluo slowly raised her arms and stroked his hair. She recalled the first time she came to Beizhong City No. 3 Middle School and looked up to see his blurry silhouette upstairs. He was arrogant and unpredictable, motivated and careless...
"Hey, new comers should also line up to get water. Someone just came to ask for Zhou Chi and he didn't have time to get water. I just came back and I saw you cutting in line. We haven't had anyone from No. 3 Middle School do this to Zhou Chi."
Zhou Chi, who was taller than Lin Qingluo, looked at her. Zhou Chi, who never wanted to spend time with girls, could not waste time with Lin Qingluo...
Intention: faith sustenance
