Section 5

Blue chalk," the boy commanded simply

At the moment one least wants to make a fool of oneself

On the frosted glass blackboard in the corridor, it is written, "Welcome to Jiaqi Academy." A pink balloon is drawn halfway, and a boy is holding a colorful chalk box in his hand, seemingly having encountered her while going to the reception room to get chalk

Chunfei was frantically rummaging through the chalk box, feeling a bit dizzy in front of her, and the more anxious she became, the more her hands trembled. Suddenly, with a loud crash, the chalk box fell to the ground, and various colored chalks rolled across the corridor

Are you a bit tired? Let's take a break for a while

No

It seems that I have truly turned my fortune around. ATM fraud. I was bullied by a senior. It was that boy with brown curly hair, his eyes completely smiling, very handsome, making her stare at him like a female predator.

It seemed as if faint echoes lingered by the ear. It was very itchy. The answer that one absolutely wanted to hear was at https://www.hetushu.com. However, Chunfei felt no joy at all; she squatted down to continue picking up the chalk. Everyone's mouth and heart are in opposition; while the heart may say it dislikes something, the mouth can still say it does not. She herself was like this, a person whose words did not match her heart.

What lingered in Chunfei's mind that day was when he turned to leave, suddenly looking back and saying: "Thank you..." Thinking this was a complete conclusion, the tone of Xiasen Che's voice suddenly became low, the smile lines on his face tightening, like the sound of water dripping in the dark corner of the night, "... Anyang Chunfei."

His name was originally Xia Shenche. The immediate thought that followed was that it suited him very well. The corners of his eyes slightly drooped, as if clear ripples of water were shimmering at the corners of his mouth. He is a green, non-toxic plant

Chunfei lowered her head to pick up a blue chalk and handed it over, not daring to look up, as she must have sensed that kind of disdainful gaze

He should have the surname Xia, as I just heard that girl from www.hetushu.com call him that. The blackboard is covered with balloons, in pink and light blue. It seems he can only draw balloons, and he is not very skilled; even the shapes do not look very good. The boy paused his work, looked into Chunfei's eyes, and said: "Not annoying"

Chunfei felt somewhat dazed, and she wondered if she had turned her luck around. Every time something unfortunate happened, she was always unable to escape from it.

I know. " She paused and asked, " Senior Xia, am I very annoying? "

Hehe, actually that girl and the *book* are not bad; it was the president who asked them to move the gifts, so they took their frustration out on you. There is no need to be unhappy about this.

Chunfei mechanically handed it over, and just as the boy was about to add color, he lowered his head and looked at her with a smile: "It's blue chalk, not yellow."

In the corridor, there was only the sound of chalk kissing the blackboard, along with the faint rise and fall of breathing. Time seemed to tacitly allow the two to remain in silence. Until someone called his name: "Xia Shenche, have you finished your drawing? The president wants you to go to the auditorium to distribute gifts."