Chapter 876： Even if I lose my memory countless times (37)

on Monday.

Huiying kindergarten, large class A, a total of 30 students.

There are three forces.

The first force, the number: 1. Member: Midsummer.

The second force, number: 28. member:……

The third strength, number: 1. Member: Shang Mubai.

I don't know why an ordinary kindergarten class has such a division.

However, it was formed naturally.

Midsummer people are beautiful and cute, but they are too smart and have an elusive personality. Others want to get close but can't get close, especially some boys, in front of Midsummer, their IQ is bad. Midsummer sits in the first row next to the door.

Shang Mubai, who looks about six years old, has a cute and handsome face with maturity and indifference that does not match his age. His black eyes are unusually thick in color, and there are a few strands of broken hair between his forehead. He was quiet, exuding a strong and noble temperament, and his emotions were very deep. The aura that was not near to strangers was particularly strong. He sat in the corner of the back of the classroom by the window, his usual action was to tilt his head and look out the window. Diagonal to the position of Midsummer, it is the farthest position in the class.

The remaining 28 students between Shang Mubai and Midsummer were so-so.

Except for 28 students who occasionally try to contact the two of them, Shengxia and Shang Mubai have almost never met.

As a result, the whole class again summarized Shang Mubai and Shengxia as two people who are incompatible with fire and water.

Actually, Shang Mubai didn't know how he thought about Midsummer, but she had also paid attention to Shang Mubai for a long time.

Not deliberately, it's just that Shang Mubai's strong presence was not something she didn't want to notice.

Of course there is curiosity, but maybe in a small body, it is no longer known when something called "arrogance" has arisen.

And today, as usual, midsummer is the last to arrive.

But what was different from the past is that as soon as he put down his schoolbag in the midsummer of today, he walked straight to Shang Mubai's seat.

Almost all the children in the middle of the room hid toward the door in horror.

"Xixi, Niuniu, let's report to the teacher!"

"Pengzi, let's go to the toilet!"

"I...I'm looking for Ma Ma..."

All the children ran more than half in an instant.

"Shang Mubai!"

Shengxia stood by the window and called out Shang Mubai's name.

Then he followed Shang Mubai's line of sight and looked out the window. There were a few bare willow trees on the edge of the playground.

Hearing the tender and crisp voice of midsummer, Shang Mu's white neck moved slightly and turned his head.

There was no expression on the cold face, but the eyelids were lifted, and he glanced at Midsummer lightly. After all, the black eyes were not the ones of her father, but they looked harsh and profound, but in a child, I saw something that made people The unpredictable light made Midsummer's little brows frowned.

Sit down while pulling the chair in front, facing Shang Mubai.

Shang Mubai frowned and looked at Midsummer, and said, "Are you busy?"

Midsummer nodded, "Yes, I have something to do with you!"

"what?"

Hearing in midsummer, his big beautiful eyes trembled twice, and it didn't seem to be as cold as it seemed on the surface! Riding a chair to get close to Shang Mubai, she said: "Shang Mubai, do me a favor!"

Shang Mubai's body leaned back slightly, how old he was, and there was still a smell of milk on his body.