"Yes." Zhou Yingzhi muttered: Why are you so surprised? Didn't you pass by earlier?

He had long read the sketchbook in her room.

Jiang Sui's sketchbook is full of glory. She only paints portraits. None of the boys who have been on the school grass list escaped her hard work. The book has a weird title - "The Beautiful No. 2 Middle School Stew in a Pot".

She has never attacked those beauties?

Even if Zhou Yingzhi was just a thirteen-year-old boy, he had already understood. Jiang Sui was not so well-behaved. Her mind was complicated. She might not be able to do things like premature love.

However, girls are all very good at falling in love, they always break up and get back together, and they may even break up.

"Anyway, it's right for me to believe me. He is not a good-for-nothing lamp. I heard from my mother that I've been inserted into your class? It's so amazing. My sister and my uncle have become classmates."

It's quite magical.

Jiang Sui thought so too. She had never had an uncle, but now one suddenly appeared.

"How old is he?"

"How old?" Zhou Yingzhi scratched his head, "It must be bigger than you, 17."

When he got home, Zhou Yingzhi called him hungry. Aunt Tao urged them to wash their hands while placing dishes. Suddenly, she remembered that there was a child upstairs, a new one.

"Zhizhi, wash your hands and call your uncle for dinner!"

Zhou Yingzhi was reluctant: "Tell me, he is not my second uncle, so I have to go upstairs to invite him?"

"Oh, it's not good to be so rude!" Aunt Tao shouted, "Uncle, I'm a bad guy!" After that, he went into the kitchen to clean up.

Jiang Sui was serving the rice, and Zhou Yingzhi sat down at the dining table.

Jiang Sui asked: "You won't go?"

"No!" Zhou Yingzhi pinched the chopsticks and picked up a big chicken leg. "He is not three years old, and he doesn't know if he is hungry."

Jiang Sui frowned: "Zhizhi, he is here for the first time today."

"Isn't that true? I cut off my attic on the first day. I'm so powerless and humiliating. I'm not allowed to be angry?" Zhou Yingzhi chewed the chicken legs, "I want to call you."

“…”

The old house has three floors in total. The first and second floors are normally high. The third floor is slightly shorter, which is similar to the attic. It has a suite and a large terrace. It used to be idle. Zhou Yingzhi sometimes leads a group of little boys to make trouble, but now it has become the territory of his uncle.

Jiang Sui walked to the door and knocked twice. There was no movement in the room, but a crack was opened and the light leaked out.

He didn't close the door.

Jiang Sui hesitated for a moment and continued to knock again, with great force. There was finally a sound inside the door, hoarse and lazy: "Who?"

Sleeping?

"It's me." Thinking that he might not know who she is, he said, "I am Jiang Sui, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the door opened. The boy's tall and thin body reached the door. He was not wearing shoes and stepped on the floor barefoot.

Jiang Sui was right. He was sleeping, his hair was messy, his cotton T-shirt was wrinkled, and his bottom was curled up, and his narrow waist was about to be exposed.

Jiang Sui stopped before he finished speaking.

Zhou Chi seemed not to be awake yet, so he raised his hand and rubbed his face, squinted his eyes and looked at her.

"Well...why?" His throat became astringent and hoarse, and he scratched his neck while asking.

Too lazy.

Jiang Sui couldn't think of other words, and felt that he was not as cold as during the day. He was too lazy. He was like the idle prince who did nothing in costume dramas. He was covered in cartilage. He could lie down seventy-two lazy sleeping positions for you. No matter how fighting in the previous dynasty or scheming in the harem, he had no role in his life. The beauty of the country had no relationship with him...

It's not right. Maybe it has something to do with the beauty. Zhizhi said he had a fight for women.

The river follows the spirit and moves through the past and the present.

She stood outside the door, the ground was shorter than the room, and her 1.63-meter-old body looked so smaller in front of him. Zhou Chi glanced her high above, but her eyes were still confused. He heard her say, "Auntie Tao has prepared the meal, you go downstairs to eat."

It's the little girl's voice, with a strange politeness, and very soft.

Zhou Chi was already sleepy and wanted to sleep even more after hearing this. He leaned against the door frame and asked in a low voice: "Is there nothing else?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Sui looked at his lazy single eyelids and didn't understand.

"I forgot to say it," Zhou Chi frowned tightly, stretched out again, barely awake, "I don't have to make my meal in the future. I can do it myself when I'm hungry."

...do it yourself?

Jiang Sui was stunned.

"Go down and say it for me." He threw his words into the house.

That night, Jiang Sui didn't know when Zhou Chi went down to have dinner. Anyway, Aunt Tao told her the next morning that the leftovers in the refrigerator were gone and two eggs were missing.

Obviously, my uncle, who doesn’t seem to have much ability to take care of himself, can make fried rice with eggs.

Perhaps it was because Zhou Man had asked to help him, even though Zhizhi said a lot of bad things, Jiang Sui felt that he should take care of Zhou Chi. After all, he was new, but he didn't seem to need it.

He seemed naturally attractive. He was obviously very cold, but in less than a week he became the center of the small circle in the back row. He lived a ease in life. He had someone to occupy the venue for him to play basketball, and girls from other classes came to watch the transfer student.

"It's amazing. I haven't seen Zhao Xuer go to the bathroom recently." Lin Lin bit the yogurt straw, "Has she not done her job this time?"

"I don't know." Jiang Sui supported his head and looked at the door, his eyes almost losing focus, and several figures swayed in from outside the door.

The leader was Zhou Chi. He was wearing a black sweatshirt today, and the piece of his back shoulder leaked. Jiang Sui passed by him while doing morning exercises. She reminded him at the time that he nodded and didn't say anything.

In fact, he has been here for a week. They say no more than five words and rarely meet at home. Zhou Chi gets up late. He walks into the classroom with the ringtone every day. He goes to the attic as soon as he gets home. He does dinner by himself. Most of the time he eats outside. Occasionally, he cooks late at night. Aunt Tao can only judge what he made last night by what dishes he lacks in the refrigerator.

There is an independent bathroom in the attic, and he washes all the clothes in the house. He even washes and hangs them all by himself. He is obviously under the same roof, so he becomes a tenant.

Jiang Sui heard Aunt Tao nag several times, "Why is this child like this?" She asked Zhizhi privately, but Zhizhi only talked about the train. After many years of not seeing him, he was also confused about his uncle's behavior and patted his thigh to a conclusion: "I am a newcomer, and he is probably pretending. He is even younger than me!"

Even if Jiang Sui didn't know Zhou Chi at all, he thought Zhizhi was pure nonsense.

People like him are not willing to pretend.

Every day, he had that expressionless face, and he never pretended to be enthusiastic.

Jiang Sui retracted his thoughts and saw Zhou Chi walking back to his seat with a bottle of Coke. Zhang Huanming next to him was having fun with a few boys. He twisted the Coke and raised his head and took a sip. The lines of his jaw were tough and clear.

"That day I heard that a group of men went to sing K, and a few women went there, and Zhao Xuer was there too. Do you think Zhou Chi would like this type?" Lin Lin came over and asked gossip.

"Maybe."

Lin Lin said: "I don't understand why those boys are so superficial. They like to surround those demonic women. Just say let me go, I think you are much more beautiful than Zhao Xuer."

Jiang Sui smiled helplessly: "Why do you touch me?"

"It's true, I just can't stand her. I've made myself look like the most beautiful in the world all day long. I'm approachable on the surface, but it's actually quite disgusting. I also specialize in stealing boyfriends. Last time I was belittled you, what kind of character is it."

Xu Xiaoyin, who was in the front seat, bought hot soy milk and sat down: "What are you doing? You won't take me with you when you gossip."

"You ran away by yourself." Lin Lin lowered her voice, "You understand."

Xu Xiaoyin said with a hint and said a little excitedly: "Tell you something new, won't Zhao celebrate his birthday next week? She wants to invite the whole class to KTV."

"The whole class? What is she going to do?"

"Isn't she like this? She looks very popular. Besides, she has money and needs to order three big bags! When she asks us, will we go?"

"Why don't you go? Go to the show? Watch Beauty Zhao seduce her new classmates!"

Jiang Sui: "..."

I thought this week would pass peacefully, but something happened at noon on Friday.

Jiang Sui came back after lunch. The classroom was messy and a group of classmates chattered and said that the boys in the class had played against the people from Class 6.

"Just hit the ground floor! The fat man in Class 6 was so arrogant. He just threw a bottle of soda. However, the boys in our class were not bad. Li Shengzhi knocked that man down!"

"...You didn't see it, Zhou Chi is so beautiful! If it weren't for him going over, that guy Zhang Huanming would have broken his nose."

"Now, it's all in the office..."

No one explained clearly how it happened, as it seemed to be related to the basketball court.

In the second class in the afternoon, several boys went back to the classroom one after another, all of them were dejected and dejected. Zhang Huanming was the last one to come in, with a large piece of blue on his face.

The math teacher was teaching the test papers on the top. Lin Lin glanced at Jiang Sui, always thinking something was wrong: "A Sui, what are you looking at back?"

Jiang Sui shook his head and lowered his head to write the formula.

After school, the student on duty began to sweep the floor. Zhang Huanming helped Zhou Chi collect his schoolbag, went downstairs with Li Shengzhi, walked to the hall, and there was a burst of rapid footsteps behind him.

"Zhang Huanming."

Jiang Sui walked over quickly, his face slightly reddished by the wind.
Chapter completed!