Lu Fu nodded: "if you beat him, you probably want me to do something, so you sell me a favor. "

" hum, selling The school library seems to be recruiting more people. I think he is quite suitable. "

father Lu thinks that such a teacher is not very good at teaching his son. He loves to refresh and think carefully." what the son said is quite right “

……

Yue Tingfeng puts Lu's father and son behind him. He runs to pick up Qingsi and takes her home with him.

After leaving Los Angeles and the place where he had lived since he was a child, Yue Tingfeng found that he didn't have any maladjustment these days. On the contrary, he liked his present life very much. In school, there were not many people paying attention to him, and no one knew what he did at home. He was just an ordinary student.

Life is simple, two points and one line, go to school, go home.

Don't think about other trivial things, just listen carefully in class, go home to do the homework assigned by the teacher, in addition, there is no other.

Leaving that place, Yue Tingfeng felt that he was relieved a lot.

Qingsi asked him: "listen to brother Feng, have you talked with your deskmate? Do you want to go to his birthday next week? "

Yue Tingfeng told her," no, he said he remembered the wrong day. Next week is not his birthday, but I'll visit him this weekend. "

" ah You're not here this weekend. Can you take me with you? "Qingsi was a little disappointed.

Yue couldn't bear to hear Qingsi's words, but after thinking about it, he said, "well, after my brother goes to their house, I'll see if it's OK. After all, it's my first time to go. "

Qingsi nodded:" well "

" I'll take you next time. "

"Good..."

Yue Tingfeng knows that Qingsi is not happy. He wants to comfort her, but he doesn't know what to say.

He turned to Qingsi Aihe's milk tea shop and bought two cups of Qingsi's milk tea, which made her smile.

He rubbed green silk's bangs: "don't be angry, OK, brother promise, I'll be back soon this week, I only go for one day, OK?"

Qingsi ordered: "OK..."

"Come on, go home."

……

In the afternoon, Yue heard that the wind came to school, and Lu xiuche didn't come. He thought he was late, but after the first class, he still didn't come. It seems that I won't come this afternoon.

Yue listens to the wind to guess that maybe it's because of the injury on Lu xiuche's face, so his father wants him to recuperate at home.

Thinking of Lu xiuche's injury, Yue Tingfeng felt a little guilty, but he didn't regret it.

In the second English class, when Yue Tingfeng was being called by the teacher to read the words, Lu xiuche sent a short message. Fortunately, he turned on silent mode and was not heard by others.

After sitting down, Yue listened to Feng and took a look at the content of the message.

Sure enough, Lu xiuche told him that his father wouldn't let him come to school and let him stay at home for two days.

Yue Tingfeng gave him a reply: take good care of your injury.

Lu xiuche saw these four words, scolded a, I wipe!

The boy has the face to say, if it wasn't for him, he could not go out at home?

He quickly typed a line with his fingers: Yue Tingfeng, do you feel heartache when you think about the wound on my face?

After a while, he received a text message, which said: you are injured, but I don't. It's your pain. How can it be my pain?

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