The little fairy of the school grass is cranky again

Chapter 38 Actually despise him?
When Guo Ke met her cold eyes, she felt a little frightened.

Lin Xiche just looked at her like this and didn't speak. For a moment, she didn't know how to continue.

There are too many rumors about this girl, and she knew about it early on, so she is generally not willing to provoke her easily.

But Huang Yaru came to her, so she had no choice but to lose her Lin Xiche's spirit.

The atmosphere froze, and the air in the entire classroom seemed to no longer flow.

In the past, even though Lin Xiche would make some teacher unable to step down in public, she would not make a fuss, and in the end she would always use a joke to give them a step up.

Maybe it was because she was in a bad mood, but she just added fuel to the fire at this time. Lin Xiche didn't intend to simply settle it like this.

He wanted to put his arms around his chest, but found that he was still holding Jiang Yu, moved his hand, and gave up.

Guo Ke had never done this kind of thing before, and was still thinking about how to make things difficult for her. Jiang Yu took the lead to break the deadlock, "Teacher, you go to class first, and let Cheche rest if she feels uncomfortable. At her level, she can't be worse than this." If there is anything she doesn't know, I'll just teach her."

Guo Ke realized that it was not suitable for her to say one more word in this situation. Anyway, when Huang Yaru didn't say anything, she went down the slope, glanced at them, and then stood back on the podium again.

This matter was handled lightly by Jiang Yu in a few words. Lin Xiche turned around and gave him a squinting look with anger.

Jiang Yu naturally stretched out the other hand, rubbed her head, and said in a warm voice: "Go to sleep for a while, I'll call you if I have something to do."

The young man in front of him was smiling, with two porcelain white canine teeth, bright and dazzling.

She wanted to slap his hand away, but according to the strength of his pressure, Lin Xiche unexpectedly fell back on the table in a useless manner.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Yu said again.

As he spoke, he leaned forward a little bit, blocking the glare of the morning sun that had just risen.

Lin Xiche closed her eyes in a strange way, and at the same time felt that someone was patting her on the back like coaxing a child.

She was so irritable that she wanted to curse, but her eyelids were so heavy that she could only let him go.

Fan Jin in front witnessed everything, trembling with anger, gnashing his teeth, and accidentally pronounced her name, "Lin Xiche!"

"Jinjin, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that something was wrong with her, Fan Jin's new deskmate asked.

Fan Jin quickly suppressed his hatred and smiled, "It's all right, let's go to class quickly."

……

Lin Xiche slept all morning, holding hands in this posture all morning.

But halfway through, she was sleeping soundly, and Jiang Yu was listening to the lectures well. This bastard with no brains suddenly sat up like a dead body.

He said to Jiang Yu, "I thought about why you helped me sleep."

Jiang Yu was easily startled, and was startled when she got up suddenly, but seeing that her eye sockets were sunken, it was obvious that she had not woken up, so she casually said, "Why?"

Lin Xiche: "You want me to sleep, so you can pass me while I sleep."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Seeing that she wasn't awake, Jiang Yu pushed her down on the table again.

It was noon and lunch time when Jiang Yu woke her up.

"Cheche, let's go eat first?"

"Um……"

"Cheche?"

"Um……"

"How about I bring it back for you?"

"you are annoying!"

Jiang Yu only asked a few questions, and Lin Xiche was already impatient.

After sitting up, he found that he was still holding Jiang Yu's hand, so he shook it, took out a wet towel and wiped his hand.

She was so ungrateful that Jiang Yu was dumbfounded.

Who is it that poorly wants to hold hands in the morning?

How dare you despise him now!

Jiang Yu exhaled twice, angrily stopped talking to her, got up and left the classroom.

　The first round of Buddhist canvassing! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)