Chapter 7

The young boy's figure is slender, walking with a brisk pace, yet appearing relaxed and carefree

Zhou Suyue curled the corner of his mouth, indeed foolish

Song Ziqi shook her head: "The lenses are too thick, they feel like the bottom of a wine bottle when worn, I don't want that."

Ye Wanxian bent down to wipe the table while saying without raising her head: "You go pick up your brother from the interest class, I don't have time to cook."

Ding Juncong

Good

Kong Shadi's face flushed red and then pale, ignoring him, she directly said to Deng Wanwan: "If it weren't for you making a fuss and asking Zhou Siyue questions back then, would Xianxian have been forced to go to the front to sleep?"

Song Ziqi's eyes lit up, "Alright."

After speaking, both of them turned to Zhou Siyue. Before he could express his opinion, someone in front turned around, tapped on Deng Wanwan's table, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Deng Wanwan, I would like to discuss something with you"

Kong Shadi gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, you sit in the front with Zhou Siyue, and I will sit in the back with Xianxian."

Another ten minutes have passed

Kong Shadi: "Stop talking nonsense, quickly nod your head before I get angry, otherwise I will report you to the teacher for bringing a game console to class!"

Exactly

Most people in the class are aware of He Xingwen's character and look at Ding Xian with considerable sympathy

Ding Xian blushed and drove Kong Shadi away, feeling that this person was exceedingly annoying

Deng Wanwan was taken aback and glanced at Zhou Siyue

Ding Xian was very accommodating and went to the door to wait for him to come out on his own

Three words resonate powerfully

No matter how far the parents of the West or the East may go, they cannot escape this narrow alley of a hundred meters

He Xingwen had solved half of the problem, but was stuck on a crucial step and could not write anything further. Already feeling frustrated, Ding Xian had now run into a wall and directly targeted her.

Kong Shadi hopped over to Ding Xian's side and said, "I wanted to call you last night, but I realized that I didn't have your number. When we go back on Monday, please help me add it to my contacts."

Ye Wanxian said: "Playing for a while is fine."

Young Master Zhou leaned back in his chair, swayed his feet, and did not respond

She is a timid and weak girl who tends to overthink when someone looks at her for a moment, and she is also very sensitive.

Cursing the dead child under his breath, he searched aimlessly with his gaze.

Ding Xian rushed over, directly grabbing Ding Juncong by the ear and dragging him out. The child clung to the steering wheel of the go-kart, refusing to get out no matter what, shouting, "Help! They're selling children!"

Puff—

Ding Xian stood at the door and glanced inside; the child showed no intention of coming out. She called out once more: "Ding Juncong!"

Jiang Chen and Song Yijin were forcibly dragged away by Song Ziqi

A boy, unable to bear it any longer, spoke up for Ding Xian, saying, "He Xingwen, don't go too far. You didn't leave any books for Ding Xian yesterday, and he didn't blame you for it."

Damn. Kongsadi, do you have any humanity left in you

Who is his confidante, and who wants to be his confidante? It is none of her business if he is having meals, doing homework, or shopping with Zhang Cuicui, Li Yingying, and Wang Yanyan

Ding Xian looked up as a tall figure passed by her, striding forward without the slightest pause. The hem of the T-shirt lightly brushed against the back of her hand, which had already been tucked back into her pocket, yet she still caught a quick remark whispered near her ear.

Just as she was thinking, Ye Wanxian called out from the living room: "Xianxian!"

Song Ziqi scratched his head and said, "How could I possibly have the face to do that?"

What is described as kneading is more akin to rubbing, similar to the way one would rub flour

pitiful

However, she did not want to admit in front of Deng Wanwan and Zhou Siyue that she did not have a phone, so she nodded vaguely

Oh

A few soft laughs came from behind.

Ding Xian does not have a mobile phone, and Ye Wanxian is reluctant to buy one for her

Suddenly, Deng Wanwan beside me raised her head, dropped her pen, and said excitedly: "Great, great! I know a place, I can take you there!"

Song Ziqi: "I cannot see from the back."

Weekend

Ding Juncong turned his head to the side, impatiently shaking off her hand: "Wait a moment!"

The tallest youth here, with his hands tucked into his pockets, cast his gaze over several people, lightly settling on her.

In the midst of the noisy atmosphere, Kongsadi suddenly turned to Deng Wanwan and said, "You and Ding Xian should switch places back."

Passersby cast sidelong glances

A crush is when I share trivial matters with you and confide in the gentle breeze about things concerning you

The classmates in the class began to laugh softly, and then someone kicked Song Ziqi's chair hard, the voice lazily saying: "What does it have to do with me"

In the end, Song Ziqi jokingly shouted from behind, "He Xingwen, don't bully the little monster, or be careful that our Si Yue will take care of you."

At He Xingwen's shout, half the class turned to mock Ding Xian. The young girl blushed, lowered her head, and quietly apologized: "I'm sorry"

The Growth Diary of Little Monsters

Ding Xian finished reviewing a week's worth of lessons, stretched lazily, and gazed at the crooked tree outside the window, contemplating when to have it cut down as it obstructed her view. She was already seeing double when looking at the blackboard.

He went to play games again

I am afraid of you, alright, alright, alright

Ding Xian let out a long breath, grateful for Shadi's chivalrous assistance, which spared her from feeling too embarrassed in front of Zhou Siyue; she also expressed gratitude to Yan San Middle School for allowing her to encounter this spirited young girl during her tumultuous and helpless years

Song Ziqi finished speaking

That young master, with his hands in his pockets, stepped into the classroom alongside Song Ziqi, his fluffy hair resembling a haystack, so disheveled that one would want to ruffle it vigorously, yet it was precisely this kind of chaotic and lazy handsomeness that was most alluring

Kongsadi comfortingly said, "It won't happen."

Ah?

Song Ziqi and Jiang Chen exchanged a few playful remarks, and when they noticed she did not respond, they reluctantly fell silent. Seeing Zhou Siyue standing still, Song Ziqi seemed to realize something and pulled Jiang Chen along, saying: "Let's go, let's go, we are going to shoot some hoops. I refuse to believe we can't break Siyue's record."

Ding Xian ignored Zhou Si Yue, turned around to look for Ding Jun Cong, but there was no one left on the go-kart. After scanning the area, she still couldn't find the little demon king's figure, and she puffed up her cheeks in anger

She walked slowly to the door to change her shoes, murmuring to herself: There was still time to discuss gossip with others at the door.

Ding Xian felt a sharp pain, and stars danced before his eyes as he rubbed his head

Kongsadi suddenly glanced in the direction of Ding Xian, which inadvertently caused Young Master Zhou, who was listening with his arms crossed, to instinctively follow her gaze.

Deng Wanwan looked at her with a beaming smile and said, "What’s wrong, Shadi?"

The position where Deng Wanwan stands was originally meant for her

This suggestion was met with strong opposition from Song Ziqi: "I refuse, I do not want to sit with him; sitting next to him is suffocating."

Ding Xian sneered coldly

Kong Shadi left happily

Hello, little bunny

Zhou Suyue pulled out a chair and sat down, his long legs casually placed under the table. Song Ziqi turned her head and casually said, "Suyue, shall we go to the arcade this weekend?"

Ding Xian asked with a good-natured tone: "How long do we have to wait?"

Kongsadi patted his head, much like one would pet a puppy, and said with a forced smile, "Good boy, go get a new pair of glasses."

That humble appearance truly evokes pity in others

She stood up slowly and walked out

She quietly turned her head, directing her gaze towards the last row

She leaned on the desk in frustration, her chin resting on the surface, resembling a dejected stray dog. Her clear eyes rolled around, first glancing at He Xingwen on the left, then at the female class monitor on the right

Seeing someone approaching, Ding Juncong quickly broke free from Ding Xian's grasp and rushed back to play go-karting, racing against time

As the class bell rang, the teacher, with the lesson plan tucked under their arm, entered the room in an orderly manner, keeping pace with the sound of the bell

Upon hearing this, Ding Xian lowered her head even further. The boy who spoke up for her was named Liu Xiaofeng, a thin, dark-skinned boy with glasses who had little presence in the class; even when the teacher called on him to answer questions, he would blush.

She increasingly felt that her new deskmate disliked her

Ding Xian was taken aback. Turning around, he saw a crowd of people standing there, with Song Ziqi and Kong Shadi on the side, followed by Zhou Siyue, Deng Wanwan, Jiang Chen, and Song Yijin

At this moment, a thought suddenly emerged in Ding Xian's mind

The ambiguous feelings of youth are probably just the half-clear, half-obscure jokes exchanged among classmates

As soon as Ye Wanxian saw her leisurely demeanor, she became irritated: "Hurry up! If you can't find him, check the nearby arcade; sometimes he gets anxious and goes to play games."

Is it possible? You!

Give me another ten minutes, otherwise I will go home and tell my mother that you hit me

However, just after the two finished their discussion, Deng Wanwan behind them said with a stern face: "I will not change."

Who

But because of his words, she found herself in an awkward situation. At that moment, she only wished to find a crack in the ground to hide in, wanting no one to speak, no one to look at her, and to refrain from attempting to defend her. She hoped that this matter would be quietly and swiftly buried.

It is Kongsadi

Deng Wanwan pouted and said, "Anyway, I won't change."

The sound of cicadas outside the window is ringing, and at this moment, it is anything but pleasant to Ding Xian; it is quite noisy, leaving his heart in a state of anxiety, swinging back and forth in the air, feeling utterly unsettled

Suddenly, my hair was roughly tousled by someone

After observing for a long time, Young Master Zhou finally spoke casually: "Let's start the class first"

In another ten minutes

The students have finally redirected their attention back to their textbooks

Ding Xian became anxious and slapped him on the forehead, saying, "You better behave yourself; I am your elder sister."

Why are you so annoying

Ding Xian did not have time to dodge and collided head-on with Zhou Siyue's indifferent gaze, flustered and hurriedly turning back. The movement was somewhat exaggerated, and he accidentally bumped heads with He Xingwen, who was bending down to pick up a pen, with a "bang".

Even in recklessness, there remains a yearning.

However, ten minutes have passed

In the air, I caught a glimpse of Ding Xian's dazed little gaze

Upon hearing this, Kong Shadi became anxious and rolled up her sleeves, ready to confront the person and argue. She was stopped by Song Ziqi, who said: "Auntie, don't get worked up... I've noticed you've been showing some tendencies of a shrew lately"

Ding Xian was very grateful to him for being the first to speak up for him at such a time

Song Ziqi scratched the back of his head and said, "Just making a joke."

However, after Liu Xiaofeng finished speaking, He Xingwen still retorted a couple of times in dissatisfaction, and the two nearly got into an argument in the classroom because of Ding Xian

As expected, Ding Juncong was indeed at the nearby arcade, enthusiastically playing go-karting with a few of his friends. Ding Xian walked over and pulled his ear, saying, "Ding Juncong, it's time to go home!"

In everyone's heart, there exists a youth

Ten minutes

Kong Shadi's tone was somewhat stiff and unyielding. After speaking, she glanced at Zhou Siyue, who was leaning against his seat, and said: "If you do not wish to sit with Xianxian, let her switch with Song Ziqi. I will sit with Xianxian."

Move back on Monday