In the morning self-study, the school boy, recognized as the top student in the class, led the students to read English words aloud. He stood up straight and upright. Although his family was poor and his school uniform was washed white, his whole body was clean and he had a cypress temperament.
However, at this moment, the students were staring intently at the English books in their hands, and no one was appreciating them.
Except for someone sitting in the last row.
A pair of eyes looks unscrupulously, from head to toe, the laser is generally substantial. Anyone who sees such a look will have some thoughts in his heart.
Zhang Yun frowned and uttered standard English words while warning Xie Yingchi with his eyes.
However, this warning did not deter Xie Yingchi, but instead caused the other party to act even more excessively.
Xie Yingchi raised the corners of his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, then silently and slowly pulled open the collar of his school uniform, revealing the bright red mark inside.
Spots, deep and shallow.
The sound of reading in the classroom is as loud and neat as ever.
No one noticed that the cold-looking top student and the poor student with no learning skills would linger in each other's heart every starry night.
Intention: Looking up, getting close
