Don't come here, the milk dog who wears books

Chapter 665
The girl spread her hand, and there was a piece of white steamed bun in her hand.

Compared with the piece the boy ate just now, the piece of steamed bun in the girl's hand looks fluffy, white, and very attractive.

The boy couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, but he still turned his face away in silence.

A gentleman does not eat food that is cheap.

"Eh? Don't you want to eat? Aren't you hungry?"

The girl's kindness was ignored, but she didn't get angry, she just squatted down and looked at the boy at the same level, then shook the steamed bun in her hand:

"Do you really not eat?"

"I don't... Gulu Gulu—"

Before the boy finished speaking, his stomach moved again, and he made a loud noise like a protest.

"Pfft-"

The girl was taken aback when she heard the voice, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hearing the girl's laughter, the boy's face turned even redder. I don't know if it was because he was ashamed by the girl's laughter, or because he was angry with his unsatisfactory stomach.

"Okay, I know you're hungry, so you don't have to be embarrassed with me." The girl stuffed the steamed bun in her hand into the boy's hand, and looked at the boy with bright eyes:

"Eat, eat."

The boy hesitated for a while, but finally he was defeated by his hungry stomach. As a result, the steamed bun thanked him softly and started to gobble it up.

The girl squatted next to the boy and looked at the boy in surprise:

"Eh? So you're not dumb."

The boy paused while he was eating the steamed buns, and then he replied in a muffled voice:
"I wasn't originally..."

"It's a good thing not to be dumb," the girl smiled at the boy, then stood up and took a serious look at the boy:
"Let me tell you, my name is Song Zixue. Of course, you can also call me Xiaoxue."

The boy lowered his eyes and nodded silently without saying anything.

"If you have anything, just tell me. If there is not enough food, I will help you."

The boy nodded again, and then took a bite of the steamed bun in his hand.When Song Zixue wanted to say something, a voice came from behind:
"Xiaoxue, where are you?"

"I'm here, I'm here." Song Zixue waved at the boy and then left like the wind, her long hair waving a beautiful arc in the air.

The boy stared blankly at the half of the steamed bun in his hand, and followed Song Zixue's back for several fixed glances.

After breakfast in the morning, other people were playing some interesting games in pairs. The boy couldn't join because he just arrived, but he was probably used to being alone.

Hiding alone in a corner in a daze, reading a book is also a kind of peace.

However, this cleanliness was soon interrupted.

"Little dumb! Did Xiaoxue come to look for you today?" The boy named Xiaokang once again rushed in front of the boy with a few followers.

"Are you talking about Song Zixue?" The boy raised his head suspiciously, not understanding why Xiaokang was so angry.

"You...you can talk!" Xiaokang was a little surprised when he heard the boy speak, but he quickly reacted, and the anger in his heart became stronger:
"You can talk, but you pretended to be dumb with me yesterday!"

The boy tilted his head. He has never pretended to be dumb. Isn't this his subjective assumption?
"What are you trying to say?" The boy picked up the book in his hand and glanced at Xiaokang.

(End of this chapter)