Full of Nectar Chapter 9

 

Arc (1) Strawberry 9: Hello, new deskmate.

He answered the phone, but she didn't know what he heard. Anyway, when he hung up the phone, his expression was ugly.

The corners of the mouth that were slightly upturned have now completely collapsed.

When he passed by her, he put his phone back in his trouser pocket in a very bad mood.

He also passed the packed strawberry cheese milk to her in front of her without even removing the straw, without even looking at her, and said indifferently, "For you."

"Ah?" She fluttered her eyes and took it flatteringly.

Then, see him go farther and farther.

Shen Mengmeng thought that Yu Xiujin only came to school on a sudden whim, after all, he had already been recommended to A University.

However, the next morning, he walked into the classroom with Cheng Qi, shoulder to shoulder.

When he passed her seat, he seemed to have inadvertently knocked her notebook off the table.

She subconsciously leaned over to pick it up, and just as she touched the corner of the notebook, a hand with well-defined knuckles picked it up before her.

She looked at him in astonishment, and the two looked at each other.

He suddenly smiled brightly; his lower eyelids puffed out beautifully.

"Little Strawberry." He spoke softly, his gaze lingering on her chest.

She didn't realize it at first, but when she saw him like this, she looked down—

She was wearing a denim jacket today with a white camisole underneath, and at this moment, as she leaned over, most of her snow-white, plump body was exposed, including the seductive deep gully in the middle.

The little strawberry that he mentioned refers to the strawberry-patterned underwear she is wearing.

"You..." Did he do it on purpose? Just to make her lean over and peek at her breasts?

"Rogue!" She straightened up in a panic, covering her chest.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled ruffianly.

...

The last class in the afternoon is a regular self-study class.

The male class monitor, wearing black-rimmed glasses like a veteran cadre, slowly walked up to the podium.

"It's going to be a lottery to change seats today. Please pack up your things and try to finish changing seats before class ends."

Then, the deputy monitor took a small cardboard box and asked the students to draw their seat numbers one by one.

As soon as Yu Xiujin unfolded the small piece of paper marked "36" in his hand, Cheng Qi approached him.

"You don't come to school anymore; what seat are you going to draw? Tsk, this number, we are at the same table again, and we still have the same seat. It's great, it doesn't have to be so troublesome to change seats."

Yu Xiujin turned a deaf ear, and the class monitor glanced at Shen Mengmeng and asked, "What's her number?"

"I don't know, anyway. No matter what her number is, Si Ze will definitely find a way to sit at the same table with her." Hearing this, Yu Xiujin frowned; why? It's him again...

"Then you change with Shen Mengmeng."

"No, it doesn't matter where I sit, but what if she refuses to change with me?"

"As long as you say that she will be my tablemate, she will definitely be willing to change seats with you."

"Brother, where do you get that confidence?"

Cheng Qi wanted to tease him again, but suddenly, he remembered that in the third year of junior high school, Shen Mengmeng, as one of the top ten students in the grade, proposed to be Yu Xiujin's tablemate.

After changing seats, the people in the classroom have almost all left.

Shen Mengmeng habitually stayed in the classroom, wanting to study a little longer.

In addition, there was another reason: Yu Xiujin, who was at the same table as her, hadn't left yet.

He was leaning on the back of the chair leisurely, with one slender leg lazily resting on the other leg, holding an uncovered book in his hand, and looking at it with a serious expression.

The orange-red sun shines into the classroom, and the curtains are blown by the wind, creating continuous and winding waves.

The broken hair on his forehead fluttered with the wind, and his fair face was dyed with the gentle color of the afterglow of the setting sun.

Shen Mengmeng blushed quietly.

What to do?

No matter how long she looked at him, she still felt that he looked good.

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