My Chu Chu is the most moving

Chapter 337

There was a layer of frost on the windows.

The Chinese teacher can't see the morning reading situation inside even if he stands outside.

Enter the classroom through the back door.

Everyone yelled and yelled at the endorsement, just two classmates talking head to head.

The Chinese teacher glanced over.

Those who were talking were Sheng Qinghuan and Han Sang sitting in the third row.

The two youngest students in the class.

Jumped up a grade.

The recognized top student in the class.

No, the recognized top student in the school.

The teacher always gives special treatment to outstanding students, turns a blind eye and closes one eye, and does not preach in the past.

Sheng Qinghuan didn't know it, and shook Han Sang's sleeve, "Who do you like? How can you not tell me about our revolutionary friendship for so many years?"

The big fox eyes are full of curiosity.

Han Sang doesn't go to see her.

His eyes fell on the textbook in front of him, and he obviously didn't want to say anything.

Sheng Qinghuan bumped him with his elbow, "Tell me, is it from our class?"

Being entangled by her, Han Sang hesitated, "...Yes."

"It's from our class?!" Sheng Qinghuan exclaimed suddenly.

Han Sang: "...keep your voice down, the teacher is behind."

Sheng Qinghuan hurriedly turned her head to look back, and the Chinese teacher was indeed standing in the back row.

But didn't look at them.

She spread out the books on the table and pretended to read a few sentences.

Sensing the teacher leaving the classroom, Sheng Qinghuan immediately put the book up again to cover his face, "Say, talk? Who is in our class?"

She glanced in the classroom, "Isn't it Mao Mao? I think she is very beautiful."

Han Sang pursed his lips.

"No." Sheng Qinghuan didn't see him nodding, and asked again, "Could it be Juanjuan? She studies very well."

"..."

Sheng Qinghuan observed his expression and said dejectedly, "It's not her?"

Then she counted several girls, but Han Sang didn't respond.

Sheng Qinghuan gave up completely, "Forget it, forget it, I won't guess. Your boys' hearts are also needles in the sea."

Han Sang released his tightly pressed lips, and said in a clear voice, "Why do you ask me this question?"

Sheng Qinghuan slapped his forehead.

Just remember to pay attention to gossip, and forget about important things.

"You have a girl you like, right?"

"Ah."

"Then how do you feel?"

She especially wanted to know if the feeling in her heart was wrong.

Han Sang's clear eyes, bathed in the early morning light, seemed to be covered with a faint golden luster, his lips moved slightly, "Do you have someone you like?"

They grew up together, and he knew more about Sheng Qinghuan's temperament than she herself.

When she asks this, she must have someone she likes, probably because she is not sure how she feels about that person.

Sheng Qinghuan's expression froze for a moment.

She was still thinking just now, making up an excuse that she asked for a friend, but she didn't expect Sangsang to be so smart, she guessed that she had someone she liked.

Under his focused gaze, Sheng Qinghuan nodded.

She didn't notice that Han Sang's eyelashes trembled.

"Who?"

"what?"

"The person you like, who?"

Sheng Qinghuan pouted, "You haven't told me who the person you like is, so I can't tell you either."

This is only fair!
Han Sang looked at her, opened his lips lightly, and said a name, "You like Chu Mo."

He used an affirmative sentence.

In fact, he had never met Chu Mo.

But heard.

Chu Mo was a child adopted by the Sheng family. He was of mixed race. Aunt Chu brought him back from country Y.

It was also the person Sheng Qinghuan talked about all day long.

She always called him Brother Momo.

He naively thought that it was his brother.

Right now, it's not.

because--

Sheng Qinghuan's expression changed.

The momentary astonishment can't fool anyone, the lustrous eyes seem to say: How do you know?

Han Sang: "I guessed right, right."

Sheng Qinghuan was like a deflated ball, it was really stressful to be at the same table with someone with a high IQ.

She didn't say anything, but he guessed everything.

"Ding ding ding."

The bell rang for the end of morning reading.

Sheng Qinghuan lay on the table and kicked Han Sang's stool with her long legs, "You haven't answered my question yet."

The boy in the back seat stretched his head forward, "Huanhuan, ask me any questions, I know all about it."

Sheng Qinghuan glanced at him.

The boy patted his chest and said, "Really, I know everything."

"Okay." Sheng Qinghuan said, "Let me ask you, what is the principle of magnetism generating electricity?" This is what she saw yesterday when she was flipping through Chumo's physics book.

She didn't believe he would!

The boy scratched his head, "What?"

"I don't know." Sheng Qinghuan curled her lips, "Whoever patted his chest just now said that he knows everything."

Boy: "..." Then I didn't expect you to ask questions about study.

The world of learning gods is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!
Han Sang looked down at the book in front of him, but from the corner of his eye, he kept paying attention to Sheng Qinghuan.

He suddenly turned his head and said, "My dad's birthday is this weekend. Your family should have invitations, right? You can come too, and I'll tell you when the time comes."

"Really?"

"Ah."

After the day's class was over, Sheng Qinghuan returned to Dijiang Villa.

She didn't have the habit of studying at night at school, so she threw her schoolbag on the bed, and she lay on it.

Without warning, I remembered the dream from last night.

And that kiss that wasn't a kiss.

She pulled up the velvet quilt on the side to cover her face.

Should like it?

What about Chu Mo?

Do you like him?
He's always been nice to her.

"boom--"

The door was pushed open.

Sheng Qinghuan lifted the quilt and sat up, shouting, "Sheng Qingyan! You are going to die, come into my room without knocking..." She saw Chu Mo's indifferent face, "Uh...momo? Why are you back ?”

Sheng Qingyan, who passed by her room, looked confused: "...What did I do wrong?"

Chu Mo put his hand to his lips and coughed twice, "I have a cold, come back early."

When Sheng Qinghuan heard this, Gulu rolled down from the bed and stood on the ground, "You have a cold? Have you taken your medicine? Call Uncle Xu and ask him to come home."

Sheng Qingyan put his hands on the door, "Tsk tsk, last time I was sick, someone told me to stay away from her to avoid infection."

"Sheng Qingyan, go play your game!"

Sheng Qingyan walked into her room, rubbed her head, "I'm your brother." What's with her educating tone all day long?

Don't really tell Dad, just treat him as a younger brother.

Sheng Qinghuan: "If you make trouble again, I'll tell my dad about your failure in the midterm exam!"

"I'll go!" Sheng Qingyan jumped away, "I don't want to play with you like this. Forget it, I don't care about you, I'll leave in a hurry."

Only then did Sheng Qinghuan walk up to Chu Mo.

Standing on tiptoe to touch his forehead, he frowned and said, "It's a little hot, it should be a fever."

"It's been measured, low-grade fever." Chu Mo held her wrist and took off the hand resting on his forehead, "I'm going back to my room first, call me when it's time to eat."

"Oh...but, is there really no need to call a doctor?"

"No. I'll go back and take some antipyretics."

Chu Mo left Sheng Qinghuan's room and walked to the next room.

It was dark inside.

He turned on the light and lay down on the bed.

Sheng Qinghuan was still worried, and ran into Aunt Liu as soon as he left the room.

"What would miss want to eat at night? Sir and young lady went to Quanshui Villa to soak in the hot spring in the afternoon, and they called to say that they would not come back at night."

Sheng Qinghuan: "..."

She casually mentioned a few favorite dishes, remembering that Chu Mo still had a fever, she said, "Let's make some more millet porridge."

Mrs. Liu nodded.

Sheng Qinghuan went to Chu Mo's room.

The light was on, and the schoolbag was thrown on the ground.

She picked it up and put it on the sofa.

After a while, the person on the bed had already fallen asleep.

Seeing the pills and water glasses on the table, he should have taken antipyretics.

She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

Reaching out to touch Chu Mo's forehead, it was still hot.

Sheng Qinghuan got up and went to the bathroom to wring out a dry towel and put it on his forehead.

The cold feeling almost woke up Chu Mo instantly.

His eyes were closed.

But he could clearly feel that someone was looking at his face.

The eyes are so focused.

Is it Huanhuan?

It must be her.

He could smell the fragrance that belonged to her alone.

Sheng Qinghuan took off the towel, put her hand on his forehead, turned around, soaked the towel again with cold water, and applied it to his forehead.

She took off her shoes and knelt on the edge of the bed.

Look at his face.

The young man's face was fair and handsome, his lips were dry and red, and his skin was peeling, like the ground cracked by dryness.

I really want to get water to moisten him.

Sheng Qinghuan pursed her lips, and the scene in her dream unconsciously appeared in her mind again.

She slowly approached Chu Mo.

The face is getting closer and closer to him, getting closer...

Chu Mo, who had his eyes closed, could feel the breath spraying on his face.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Unfortunately, the towel on his forehead covered his eyebrows, so Sheng Qinghuan couldn't see them.

She thought he was still asleep...

　To kiss, or not to kiss?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)