My iceberg smiled

Chapter 780 Cold Hands, Don't Write

Han Qianxiao raised her eyes and looked at Shao Fei with a very strange expression.

Youyou said: "I gave you the answer."

This idiot.

Copy the answer she gave, and now copy the answer sheet for her in turn?Doesn't that mean she copied herself?

are you crazy!

If she wants to write, does she still need to copy?

"Hey! The last group of students in the penultimate row! Don't whisper!"

At this moment, the invigilator roared, and Shao Fei turned his head back immediately in shock, not daring to speak any more.

The bell rang for the end of the exam.

Shao Fei immediately stood up and looked back. When he found that his brother Xiao's composition grid paper was blank, he was stunned.

"Brother Xiao! You, you really don't have time to write a composition?"

Then he looked at the answer sheet in front of the other party, and the blank in front was filled.

That means, brother Xiao spent an hour writing the answers for him, and spent the rest of the time writing the questions other than the composition?

Shao Fei seemed to have just realized what the other party said when he passed the note at the beginning.

【Write first】

That's right, he wrote the composition first, and then finished copying the previous topic very easily. There was no conflict in time, and he made full use of it, and he was in a daze for an hour.

But Brother Xiao didn't even have time to write the composition in order to help him.

For a moment, Shao Fei felt guilty.

When leaving the examination room, Shao Fei regretfully said: "Brother Xiao, it's all because of me, you didn't even write an essay..."

"No." Han Qianxiao interrupted Shao Fei's last word.

Shao Fei: "Huh?"

Han Qianxiao: "It's not because of you."

Shao Fei: "Why is that? There are quite a lot of composition points. Brother Xiao, if you didn't write a single word, all the points will be lost!"

Han Qianxiao silently put her hands deep in her pockets again, and said calmly: "I write too many words, my hands are cold, so I don't write."

Shao Fei froze on the spot.

Thinking of being in the examination room just now, when he turned his head to look, the other party put his hands in his pockets solemnly, just looking at the test papers and pens that were arranged neatly.And the slow speed when filling in the answers...

Shao Fei suddenly realized something.

……

Outside the examination room, Han Mochen stood under a green pine on the campus, with a straight figure and a long windbreaker, making him look taller and more elegant.

Han Qianxiao saw the other party and trotted a few steps in that direction.

After coming to the front, a smile burst out.

The man said coldly, "I've finished one exam."

Han Qianxiao: "Yes."

"how do you feel?"

Han Qianxiao said frankly: "I didn't write a composition, you said it, my hands are cold, I put it in my pocket."

When the man heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, then laughed dumbfounded, and rubbed the other person's head, "Well, I said it, so are your hands still cold now?"

Han Qianxiao stretched out her hand from her pocket: "Touch it."

The other party took advantage of the situation and squeezed it: "It's very warm."

Han Qianxiao: "Your hands are colder than mine, have you been waiting outside for a long time? Tell you not to guard me."

Han Mochen looked at her tenderly: "That's just right, you can warm me up."

Han Qianxiao's ears inadvertently climbed up to a touch of blush, and the hand grabbed by the other party was held back, the heat began to flow slowly, and the contact with the coldness conveyed a trace of warmth.

……

After eating at noon, I will continue to take the math test in the afternoon.

In the same way, the magical paper balls would always land on Shao Fei's table without anyone noticing.

Then Shao Fei copied violently.

Still the same as in the morning, every time I look back, I see Brother Xiao putting his hand in his pocket, occasionally stretching it out to let out a breath, filling in a few numbers with one hand, or breaking a few "ABCD" on the answer sheet.

Anyway, when the paper is handed in, there will definitely be some space left.

This time Shao Fei didn't have to take the initiative to ask.

He figured it out, Brother Xiao wrote the test paper and looked at the temperature.

Don't write when your hands are cold.

(End of this chapter)