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Chapter 175 Lend me a copy

Cheng Jiaoxiao's mother shouted: "What do you say when you go to the toilet! Who wants to know when you go to the toilet!"

"Don't you know what you yelled at me!!"

Cheng Jiaoxiao was really convinced. He put on his belt and pushed open the bathroom door. He scratched his messy and fluffy hair. He didn't know what they could do with Cheng Xuran.

Cheng Xuran originally wanted to leave, but Cheng Jiaoxiao's mother came upstairs with fruits, sat down next to her, and spoke to Song Yanqing with a pleasant look: "Song Song, auntie remembers that you are in class one?"

Song Yanqing's eyelids twitched, he took off his headphones and hung them loosely around his neck.

"Pfft——" Song Song.

Cheng's mother glared at Cheng Jiaoxiao: "Get out of here if you laugh again."

She turned to Song Yanqing and said softly: "Xuran is in Class [-]. You are more caring than Class [-]. You are not as unreliable as Jiaoxiao. Do you have any homework to do on the weekend? We can do the questions together."

"Homework-" Song Yanqing paused and looked at Cheng Xuran, "What homework do we have?"

The curtains were half-opened, and the light and shadow were flickering. The boy had a handsome silhouette and beautiful eyes.

"The ones in Class One and Class Two are different." Cheng Xuran stood beside him and came to the rescue.

Auntie said warmly: "Then you should all learn the same thing. If you have nothing to do, just come to auntie's house to do more homework. It's just the right time to bring up Jiaoxiao. This child is very playful and smart, so he doesn't have to be on the right path. I really can't worry about it. .”

"Okay." Song Yanqing responded, very politely, "Auntie, don't worry."

Cheng Jiaoxiao sneered repeatedly.

Let Song Yan clear the belt?Ah!
At the end, Cheng's mother went downstairs with satisfaction and closed the door happily for them.

"Cheng Xuran." The second the aunt left, the boy turned around and called her name clearly, "Have you finished your homework?"

Cheng Xuran's heart trembled for a moment: "It's finished."

His next sentence was: "Lend me to copy."

"..."

"You are so shameless Song Yanqing. Fortunately, you are still the class monitor and you copy other girls' homework!" Cheng Jiaoxiao scolded him.

Song Yanqing ignored him completely.

He copied the paper very quickly. He wrote ten lines, and the characters were so floating that Cheng Xuran didn't even recognize them. The movement of his writing was very sharp, and it was difficult for a person like him to tame it.

While the boy was writing, Cheng Xuran was previewing the new homework next to him. The neon light outside the window was very beautiful and fell on the table.His jawline was too superior and looked cold.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his breath.

After ten minutes, Song Yanqing finished copying the paper and returned it to Cheng Xuran: "Thank you."

The fingertips touched inadvertently, and the temperature was slightly warm. Cheng Xuran curled up his fingertips and said, "It's okay."

He didn't notice, flicked his wrist, went to bed and lay down reading his notebook.

"Make room for me." Cheng Jiaoxiao pushed him in.

Song Yanqing was impatient: "Climb up."

"What are you watching, "Prison Break"?"

"Yeah." His voice was low.

"I've watched this season and it's boring. Let's try another one and watch Game of Thrones."

Song Yanqing chewed the grapes, and her left cheek bulged slightly: "There are seeds."

"Tap, vomit, vomit." Cheng Jiaoxiao was too lazy to move and stretched out his hand.

"Evil or not."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Cheng Xuran, hand over the trash can." Song Yanqing said.

"Oh, okay." Cheng Xuran pushed the trash can to their bedside.

"Are you watching a movie?" he asked.

"You see, I still need to preview."

"it is good."

When someone else was around, Song Yanqing lowered the volume, leaned her back against the head of the bed, her thin eyelids drooped, her eyelashes held up a patch of light and shadow, and she held a soda loosely in her other hand.

(End of this chapter)