Luo Ning slowly returned home with the bag of dolls, and the elevator slowly rose to the 8th floor, and her chaotic thinking gradually became clear.

Looking down at the muttons crowded in a bunch, a thought suddenly popped up in my mind—

Could Bo Qiancheng come here specifically to send these?

The place where he rubbed his head seemed to have the temperature remained, and it became hotter and hotter in the airtight elevator.

She curled up her toes and thought embarrassingly, didn't he know that doing so would easily cause misunderstandings?

My breathing was a little sticky, and it still didn't improve until the elevator door opened and fresh air rushed in.

Luo Ning returned to the bedroom, glanced at the iPad on the bed, and no longer had the interest to continue chasing the crowd. She held the pile of dolls and sat on the floor, unconsciously grabbed a husky and took it in her hand to play with it.

The more I look at it, the more I feel it is exactly the same as Bo Qiancheng.

The corners of her lips were curled up in a difficult manner, and she raised her hand to rub the Husky's head - making up for the regret that she wanted to rub it but didn't dare to rub it just now.

"Woof! Am I better than a young man?"

"Yeah, yes! Dog food and intestines tonight."

I was bored and I laughed for a while.

Worried that his parents would see a large bag of dolls that suddenly appeared when they came back, Luo Ning left only the husky next to the pillow, and stuffed the rest into the floor cabinet, blocking it with something.

She took out her cell phone, and the string of numbers lay quietly in the call record, always feeling that because of this intersection, the cold numbers became vivid.

She paused her fingers and quickly added it to her address book, adding notes: Stupid.

...

In the next half month, Luo Ning attended classes at a cram school near her home.

Unlike the crowded famous teachers in shopping malls, Jiang Shu has not enrolled her in the class, and only half of the classrooms with a capacity of 50 people are full, so it is difficult to get away in this case.

Therefore, when Bo Qiancheng called, Luo Ning could only hang up in a hurry, fearing that the shock would be too long to attract the teacher's attention.

After making more than a dozen calls there, I finally gave up and sent a text message-

【Fat Ball! What do you mean???!!!】

From those long list of exclamation marks, it is not difficult to imagine his furious appearance at this moment.

Luo Ning glanced at the teacher on the stage, and slightly tilted her body, blocked her phone with her backpack and replied to him with a text message [It's time to class!]

Just locked the screen, the screen lights up again—

Stupid: [In class? I'm afraid I'm not traveling through time a few months ago?]

Luo Ning: [Current class! Stop posting, the teacher is watching.]

The other end was honest for the first time. After a few hours, Luo Ning had already arrived home, he sent another message.

Stupid: [That, have you finished class?]

Luo Ning: […It’s early, I’ll get from 2 to 5 o’clock.]

As soon as the text message was sent, the phone rang.

Jiang Shu was cooking in the kitchen. The sound of boiling water in the pot, the sound of chopping board, and the sound of steam from the rice cooker came, vaguely covering the ringtone.

Worried that Jiang Shu would eavesdrop, Luo Ning still held the door and climbed onto the bay windowsill before pressing to answer the call.

"What's the matter? Make so many calls in the afternoon."

Bo Qiancheng was lying on the sofa. He sat up when he heard her voice. The huge TV screen in front of him showed the gta game interface. The characters he controlled blocked the way and were greeted by passers-by.

Logically speaking, after summer vacation, he can focus on playing games from morning to night, but this half month is like a plague and there is no energy to play anything.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the girl in a floral skirt - her white little face, her eyes as if covered in water, clearly reflecting his stupidity.

In the afternoon, I couldn't help calling her, but I kept hanging up.

I have countless bad guesses in my heart—

Could she be dating a little white face alone?

Could it be that the little white-faced person took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation?

Is it possible that the worst is... I have kissed my little mouth?

That kind of scumbag who looks pretty is best at playing with ignorant girls. Fat Qiu is his deskmate at least, so he can't watch her fall into the abyss.

I kept calling there for a moment, and after getting the news that she was in class, I felt half relieved.

He kicked the handle that was blocking the way aside, walked to the bed and took the fat chubby hamster, put it on his knees to play with it.

At this time, the messy forehead was tied by rubber bands, revealing Ying's nose bridge and deep eye sockets. The sword eyebrows flew into her temples, and the twinkling phoenix eyes were filled with bright light.

He stuffed his headphones and said to the other end, "It's nothing, just ask you what your summer homework is?"

When did he care about studying?

Luo Ning suspected that she was auditory hallucinating and asked back: "Do you think about summer homework?"

The other person naturally responded: "Yes! Summer vacation homework."

Is this... the sun hit the west?

Although he didn't know why he was fucked, Luo Ning still told him seriously: "Start with Chinese first? Well... I have sent five sets of test papers and review books..."

The girl's soft voice was pressed against her ears. Although she didn't care about her summer homework at all, she still wanted to keep listening to her.

He pinched the hamster in his hand and bulged his face, and suddenly aroused an impulse in his heart - he wanted to see her.

He swallowed his throat and said, "Fat Ball, let's meet, tomorrow."

The opposite paused, as if he was hesitating.

He was panicked and quickly added: "No, I mean... when do you have time to bring your homework out and lend me a copy?"

Afraid that his style of painting changes were too abrupt, he gave the following reason - "I don't want to write homework or something, but that guy Song Yang is like Tang Monk, and he keeps talking endlessly, so I still reluctantly write a few pages to hand in the work."

"It's wrong to copy homework..."

He felt a chill in his heart when he was about to find another excuse to deceive her, but he heard her continue, "But I can teach you, although my grades are not good..."

The corners of his lips raised up again, and he replied in a bright voice: "It doesn't matter, just be able to report the job!"

Because I still have to make up for half a month of classes, Luo Ning didn’t have time until August, so Bo Qiancheng couldn’t wait to set the meeting time on August 1st.

Luo Ning hung up the phone and was still a little unconscious.

Will someone who doesn’t even come to the class division exam make a special trip to ask her out for summer homework?

This is a free point question that you don't have to think about.

She got out of bed, pinched the husky with a mentally retarded face, and asked "viciously": "Say! Is there any ulterior motive?"

"Wool wool wool! You guess?"

"I can't guess it, I'll ask you..."

Luo Ning buried her face in the pillow, and her side face, which was half exposed outside, secretly turned red.

In fact... I vaguely guessed the reason, but I couldn't believe it.

She has a bad personality, is short, and has poor grades. She has no other hobbies except for secretly singing nursery rhymes when she is alone. She can be said to be a very boring person. In Jiang Shu's words, "Only blind people will fall in love with you."

Hmm...

Bo Qiancheng's eyes were blocked by his hair. Is he half a blind man?

What are you thinking!

Maybe he really just wanted to copy homework, after all, there weren’t many people in the class who could write except her.

After lying on the bed for a while, Jiang Shu pushed the door and came in: "I've had dinner! Why are you doing on the bed again? Don't hurry up and read books! I'm in my second year of high school, and I don't feel any urgency yet."

Luo Ning's ears were calloused when she responded lazily and crawled off the bed.

Seeing that her face was flushed, Jiang Shu swallowed her reproach words and asked worriedly: "Do you have a fever? Your face is so blushing!"

The hand that was still stained with water came up and looked at her forehead. Seeing that it was nothing, she breathed a sigh of relief and nagged, "I told you not to turn on the air conditioner so low. What should I do if I have a cold?"

Luo Ning covered her face and responded, and felt the heat in her hand.

Bo Qiancheng asked her to copy homework, how could she blush?!

She buried her head, afraid that Jiang Shu would see the clues, so she sucked her slippers and went to the dining table. She saw two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and asked casually: "Where is Dad? Working overtime again?"

Jiang Shu sat down and picked up a handful of vegetarian dishes for her: "Yes, it depends on how hard your father works. If you don't study hard, you will be more tired than him."

Every time, no matter what he said, he would involve learning. Luo Ning simply kept silent and buried her head in the meal.

...

When the cicadas are in August, they are screaming more and more hysterical.

The sun was so fierce in the afternoon, and Luo Ning regretted not wearing the sun hat as soon as she left the house.

I raised my hand to cover my head and walked out of the community. I was about to go to the subway station when I saw the door of a taxi next to the street being opened. The boy's orange T-shirt was very eye-catching.

He waved to Luo Ning from afar and shouted, "Fat Ball! Here."
To be continued...