shock!The heartthrob school girl is a master of men's clothing

Chapter 50 Your little fiancée is looking for you at the door
It is the roll of Zhongchenopodium!

He has copied so much, so he can recognize it.

Especially when he saw her bold and unrestrained handwriting, he was stunned for a long time when he saw it.

"It was wrong."

Lu Zichen remained calm, went in and put down Zhong Li's homework, took out his own, and handed it to Xia Keying.

The font is illegible, and many places are connected by one stroke, which once made Xia Keying think it was a ghost drawing.

But if you look carefully, you can still see the outline of simple characters.

When he took his own homework, Xia Keying thought he was plagiarizing, but now he thinks he is scribbling.

However, if Lu Zichen really wrote it, wouldn't I have misunderstood him?

She just came over to check if Lu Zichen finished his homework, as for the others...

Let's talk later.

Returning it to Lu Zichen, she inadvertently asked, "Is your teacher going to talk tomorrow?"

"do not know."

Lu Zichen was sleeping in class, how could he know what the teacher was talking about.

Xia Keying thought they had missed something before, so she was not sure if there would be new content.

"Then after your teacher finishes explaining, remember to correct the wrong questions."

Although the third year of senior high school is all reviewing, Xia Keying has just entered the second year of high school, and there is still a difference in the knowledge reserves of the two, and they can only play a supervisory role.

Lu Zichen let out a thoughtful "Yes", turned around and returned to the classroom, and received strange looks from the people around him.

The others only dared to discuss in secret, Xiao Yao was still in fear, and Ling Yuwei hadn't spoken to Lu Zichen for several days.

Therefore, the task of ridiculing gossip fell on Zhong Li's shoulders.

"You do your homework just to report the situation to your little fiancee?"

Lu Zichen glared at her and warned her not to talk nonsense, but he didn't respond.

It seems to be the default.

Zhong Li just cares about the relationship between the two, and let everything run according to the general track.

gossip or something...

She felt she knew enough.

……

The next day, between classes.

Xia Keying went upstairs with nothing to do.

Strange to say, the hallway, which is full of laughter and laughter as soon as the get out of class is over, is unusually quiet in front of the door of Class 7 of the third year of high school.

Looking in from the back door, he saw Lu Zichen's sleeping figure.

I still remember the exclamation of the students in my ears.

"I really envy Lu Zichen, who can sleep openly in class. Unlike us, he still has to worry about the teacher's roll call."

Xia Keying suddenly puffed up her mouth in anger.

She walked to the door angrily and stopped a classmate in the class.

When the boy saw such a cute girl, he couldn't help but take a second look, a little reserved.

"Student, what's the matter?"

Xia Keying: "Well, can you call Lu Zichen from your class for me?"

Even fell asleep in class.

Doesn't he know that the third year of high school is the most important period? !
The boy's face changed suddenly when he heard the name, and he didn't want to be courteous, so he refused decisively.

"Go on your own."

After finishing speaking, he quickly distanced himself from Xia Keying.

Xia Keying:? ?
Wasn't he very polite just now?
How did you change your face so quickly?
Suddenly entering the classroom of another class was not very good, Xia Keying wanted to continue to find someone to help her, but the people around her were far away from her at some point.

Zhong Li was fiddling with the pen in boredom, and suddenly saw Xia Keying's bewildered figure at the door, and pushed Lu Zichen beside him.

Lu Zichen, who was woken up for nothing, had hostility in his eyes, and was about to question Zhong Li, when he heard the other party say, "Your little fiancée is looking for you at the door."

Turning around, I did see Xia Keying in front of the door, as timid as a little white rabbit.

(End of this chapter)