Her Little Dimples

Xu You didn't like to squeeze with others, so he planned to wait until everyone was gone.

She casually pulled a piece of draft paper and lay on the table, step by step counting a topic the teacher assigned during class.

"New classmates, love to study so much."

Song Yifan walked past Xu You and glanced casually. Seeing her lowering her head and brushing and writing, she couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, she's very motivated."

The dignified voice was not used to being serious.

Xu You had a meal with the tip of his pen.

After a few seconds, I didn't know what to say, so I immersed myself in the calculation.

Suddenly, with a sigh, a book hit Song Yifan.

Fu Xueli glared at him, and said straightforwardly: "Don't make fun of the little girl."

"Worri." Song Yifan rubbed his shoulder painfully. "I was at the same table with you just now. Why is it so violent to show that he cares for his new classmates?"

"Go away."

Fu Xueli was too lazy to deal with Song Yifan, she still didn't know what he was thinking.

She put on her shoulder bag and squeezed it out from behind Xu You, "Xu You, when are you going to eat?"

"Huh?" Xu You looked up at Fu Xueli, thought for a while and said, "I'll go right away."

At this time, a group of boys from outside the class were waiting at the door of the class. Someone probed inside and called: "Aci, are you alright?"

Song Yifan immediately promised: "Here is here, he and I will go right away, and you will block people first."

There seems to be a sudden wind.

A pair of black and red sneakers appeared in Xu You Yuguang.

The thank-you note stopped by her side, carrying the school uniform jacket with one hand.

The draft paper on the table was suddenly taken away, and Xu You was caught off guard.

A black ink pen draws a line on the paper.

Her sight shifted. Hit a pair of dark eyes, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised.

The man, leaning on her desk, held a thin sheet of paper between his index and middle fingers, tilted his head cynically, and glanced.

On draft paper.

A few lines of square and beautiful lower-case letters, the problem-solving formulas are neatly listed.

"Help me write a physics homework."

He finished speaking lazily, and left the classroom with the rest of the boys in the class.