When Zhai Xingchen was away, Gong Suhe took a paper towel and spread it on his desk, then put two biscuits on it.

To leave, Gong Suhe sweeps the book Zhai Xingchen put on his desk.

Seeing the title of the book, she was a little surprised, because this mathematical modeling is not a high school course.

She knew that this class was still in Gong Mo Xiu's home. She saw Gong Mo Xiu reading the book in his study.

At that time, she asked if she was a senior, and Gong said that it was a university course. He studied robot development, so he was studying ahead of time.

Gong Suhe did not expect that Zhai Xingchen was also reading this book.

She suddenly realized that she didn't know anything about this silent classmate.

But Gong Suhe didn't have much curiosity. After she finished her hair here, she went to group one and group two and sent the rest all over again.

Although she usually doesn't talk much, and doesn't like to participate in gossip, she has a good personality and a better relationship with boys.

So, all the students in the class said hello to her with a smile, and praised that the biscuits were delicious. Everyone talked and laughed until it was almost time for class.

Zhai Xingchen just rang the bell when he came back.

He went back to his seat and saw the biscuit on the table.

Two biscuits, one is a bear design, the other is a rabbit, it looks like a girl's thing.

Zhai Xingchen looked at them suspiciously and turned to see other students.

However, he did not see any other students on the table biscuits, it seems that no one is eating biscuits.

Zhai Xingchen instinctively began to be on guard. Over the years, many people have played tricks on him. I don't know what's added to this biscuit.

He can't eat, so he's going to throw it in the trash.

Zhai Xingchen wrapped up the biscuits and planned to throw them away after class.

This is Mr. Hu's Chinese class, which is about a piece of classical Chinese.

Everyone thought it was boring. The boy in the front row fell down and was hit by a chalk head by Mr. Hu. He sat up straight again.

Zhai Xingchen doesn't like classical Chinese either. He looks at the content, but he can't see it at all. On the tip of his nose, he smells the smell of biscuits.

After one class, the students went out in twos and threes, because the second class was originally mathematics, because the teacher had something to do, so they changed the PE class temporarily and needed to go to the playground.

Gong Suhe stood up, went outside to pick up the water, then took out his biscuit box, ate the remaining two biscuits inside, and then pulled Lin Qi out.

In the back row, Zhai Xingchen kneaded the paper ball together. Halfway through, he saw the biscuit box closed by Gong Suhe.

He Leng Leng, subconsciously pinched the paper ball wrapped in biscuits in his hand.

Some students from his side sideways in the past, clamoring that today's physical education do not know what content, for a while I do not know whether I can play basketball and so on.

Zhai Xingchen stopped his wheelchair and didn't move forward.

Soon, everyone in the classroom was clean.

Zhai Xingchen didn't have to have PE class. He was alone in the corridor and opened the paper ball in his palm.

Because I squeezed the paper ball hard just now, the bear biscuit inside has been broken into two parts, only the rabbit is complete.

He looked down at the biscuit. After a while, he put the broken biscuit into his mouth.

All of a sudden, sweet and milk fragrance overflowed the mouth, crisp feeling transmitted to each nerve.

Zhai Xingchen slowly finished the biscuit, then wrapped the rest of the rabbit biscuit and went back to his seat.