The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 130 Which Rotten Peach Blossom

Just spent a warm and nostalgic weekend, and took turns cleaning the classroom.Carrying the broom, Jiabao said to Lizhi who was sprinkling water, "We still have classmate Bo Liangshuo, did he go to the toilet for too long?"

Cheng Jue stood on the podium with a broom in his hand, turned around after wiping the blackboard, "Who told you he went to the bathroom?"

"Then he is openly provoking my squad leader's rights today?"

Immediately, Jiabao was so excited that he thought of a way to punish the guy who slipped away.

"Hey... come here." Orange Juice glanced at the corridor outside the classroom, and suddenly beckoned.

"what?"

Li Zhi is a girl who likes to join in the fun, so she quickly dropped the bucket and ran to the podium to lie on her stomach.

Seeing this, Jia Bao also walked over slowly, with one hand on the podium, "Is there any news?"

The three girls and three heads gathered together and began to mutter.

"Didn't I go down to eat at noon? Guess what I saw when I was taking a nap?" Orange Juice asked the two girlfriends with a treacherous smile.

Lizhi and Jiabao looked at each other, "See a ghost?"

"You're a ghost!" Cheng Jue slapped Li Zhi's hand, and whispered, "I saw a boy from junior high school running into our classroom and stuffing a letter into Bo Liangshuo's schoolbag!"

"What the hell?" Li Zhi thought he had heard wrong, and asked uncertainly.

"Letter! A letter!"

"Oh - what's so strange about this, since Bo Liangshuo transferred to our school, how about the gifts and love letters he received?" Jia Bao felt that such news was nothing.

Orange Juice's eyes suddenly narrowed, "Wrong! You all underestimated the charm of classmate Bo Liangshuo. This time, what he attracted was not some rotten peach blossom, but..."

"Hey! If you want to say it, hurry up and say it, why are you keeping it?"

"Okay, okay...Actually, I, you know, you can't ask classmate Bao Liangshuo about this. I secretly read the letter, and it turned out to be written by Gong Shilang from the junior high school."

"What?" Jia Bao's eyes were wide open at the time, and he screamed, "Gong Silang wrote a letter to Bao Liangshuo...what do you want?"

"I didn't say anything. I just asked him to talk to him on the top floor of their junior high school after school in the afternoon."

"What can a junior high school student or an elementary school student have to talk about?" Li Zhi disagreed.

Everyone didn't think much about it, so Jiabao turned his head and remembered that during the weekend, Bo Liangshuo had asked Brother Mengmeng about Gong Shilang, but it turned out that Gong Silang found Liangshuo so soon?
Jia Bao suddenly felt that the matter was serious, "Do you think Gong Silang will call Bao Liangshuo to the roof again - beat him up?"

"What's wrong! Last time there was a fight, the headmaster personally came to apologize to Mengmeng's parents! He also promised that there would never be another fight with Bo's children in No. [-] Middle School!" Lizhi immediately denied it.

"Hum hum!"

The three girls were racking their brains to think, Lei Gonglu and Xiaofei sneaked up behind them at some point, and said ghostly, "You didn't see this? It's obvious that Gong Shilang wanted to get closer to Bao Liangshuo." It's okay, ladies!"

Three pairs of eyes looked at Lu Xiaofei at the same time.

Only then did Jia Bao heave a sigh of relief, "Is that really the case?"

"It's not weird."

Lu Xiaofei carried the sweaty collar of his school uniform from playing basketball, went to his seat, carried his schoolbag and hummed a song, and left.

Jiabao was still faintly worried, she dropped the broom, "Lichi, you sweep first, I'll go and have a look."

"Hey! What are you going to see about the relationship between men and boys?" Li Zhi was not happy.

Orange Juice also shrugged, "Garbo, do you want to run away?"

"Yes! If you want to stay, just say so."

"Oops! You two are such a nuisance, I really just wanted to see—"

In the end, Garbo didn't care about 21.

He threw down the broom and ran out of the classroom, heading straight for the teaching building of the junior high school.

(End of this chapter)