Chapter 24 Popular (2)

"Hmph." Ling Xiyu gave her a blank look, then turned her gaze out of the window, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?" Lan Qiduo moved towards him, bringing the distance between them closer.

Ling Xiyu continued to look out the window without speaking.

Lan Qiduo sighed, then rummaged in her schoolbag for a long time with her small hands, and finally took out a used and crumpled composition paper.

The little hand carefully pulled the corner of Ling Xiyu's clothes: "Little brother, are you unhappy?"

It was still his silence that answered her.

Lan Qiduo didn't give up: "Look, little brother, this is a composition I wrote for you in class. Just take a look at it, okay?"

Ling Xiyu turned her head, glanced at her lightly, and then continued to pretend to look out the window.

Lan Qiduo saw that her little brother was still ignoring her, so she simply spread out the composition paper and read aloud:

"My favorite person is the little brother. Because he is good-looking, he will make milk for me. The little brother is like my favorite white rabbit toffee. Because I will smile happily when I eat the white rabbit toffee. I think My little brother will be very happy..."

"Hey, little brother!!" Lan Qiduo was so absorbed in her righteous thoughts that the paper in her hand was snatched away.

She looked at Ling Xiyu anxiously.

Really, she still hasn't finished reading a sentence, how can the little brother snatch her paper away? ? ! !
Ling Xiyu couldn't help but "cough cough", her ears were slightly hot, and she said without changing her face, "Let me help you see... if there are any typos."

Lan Qiduo reached out and was about to snatch it back: "No! The teacher has corrected my typo!"

Really, she wanted to give it to him just now, but he didn't want it!
Now she is almost finished reading and doesn't want to give it to him, and he wants to take it away again.

How angry! ! !
Ling Xiyu looked at the piece of paper in his hand with only one sentence written on it calmly:

The pencil words on it are crooked, except that many words that I don't know how to write have been replaced with pinyin, and there are many typos that were circled by the teacher and corrected beside them...

Ling Xiyu frowned. With so many mistakes, this guy's Chinese is really bad enough!

And the teacher actually gave it an A+? ? !Still painted a little red flower next to it? ? !Is this teacher so demanding?
Forget it, he will treat it as a good deed for her teacher and help her revise her composition again.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiyu folded the composition paper without blushing and heartbeat, and put it in her schoolbag leisurely.

"Wait, little brother??!" Lan Qiduo watched him finish his composition, then put it in his schoolbag expressionlessly, with an expression of disbelief: "That's my composition!!"

"That's my composition!! Why didn't you return it to me?? Mom came back to check all my homework!!"

"Little brother, did you receive it by mistake?? That's my composition!!"

Ling Xiyu glanced at her lightly, with a look of "don't make a fuss":

"I just want to help you revise your composition again."

Lan Qiduo was still a little unsure: "Will you return it to me then??"

Ling Xiyu gave a cold "huh" and said, "I won't make it impossible for you to do business for your mother."

Lan Qiduo patted her heart and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Ling Xiyu glanced at her and continued, "Besides, there are indeed a lot of problems in your composition. It's okay to write wrong words, and you can only do a little bit of metaphors taught by the teacher. I will help you revise them. When the time comes You look again."

"Really?? Little brother, you are so kind!! Seriously, I didn't even understand what the teacher said was a metaphor!!" Lan Qiduo's big eyes were shining brightly, with a look of jump for joy.

The little brother is really kind to her! !
(End of this chapter)

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