My Sister is Fuji

After driving some distance away, Lin Jiayin hugged Lin Hao and said, "Brother, don't you pick me up tomorrow."

"Why?" Lin Hao glanced at his sister behind him.

"Because it feels like it's troublesome to pick me up every day."

"It won't waste much time," Lin Hao said.

He wanted to protect his sister.

With Lin Hao's firm look, Lin Jiayin had no choice but to dismiss the idea.

Lin Hao looked forward and said, "What do you want to eat at noon? You still want me to cook for you."

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classroom.

Su Mu stared at the spot, Zhixi didn't know what to do, and said, "You scan three or four groups, I'll scan one or two groups."

Groups three and four have less garbage.

Zhixi reacted very slowly, lowered her head shyly, with a cute and stupid look, Su Mu was afraid that she would not even be able to sweep the floor well.

Zhixi blushed and hummed.

Su Mu didn't sweep the floor first, but first wiped off the writing on the blackboard, and then quickly swept away one or two groups of rubbish.

After Su Mu finished all this, Zhixi was still sweeping the floor slowly, moving very slowly, sweeping slowly, as if she was sweeping while thinking about something in her mind.

Su Mu stared at her for a while, then asked, "Didn't you sweep the floor?"

Zhixi trembled violently. Seeing her red face, Su Mu slowly took out a small notebook from her pocket, and wrote small words with a ballpoint pen: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Zhixi quickly apologized, and then wrote in fine print: "I haven't cleaned up at home."

"I didn't mean to blame you." Su Mu knew that Zhixi had misunderstood her meaning.

Looking at the small words on Zhixi's notebook, he asked curiously, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Su Mu asked knowingly, and Zhixi's petty behavior was more like a mental illness.

The reason why Su Mu didn't ask directly was because he was afraid of poking Zhixi's pain, and because he felt it was impolite.

"No..." Zhixi blushed even more, and said in a weak voice.

The sound is a bit cute, and it feels sweet and glutinous, reminiscent of snow-white and soft glutinous rice.

As soon as Zhixi finished speaking, she couldn't help trembling, and wrote in small characters in a small book: "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing."

Su Mu didn't care, and stretched out his hand to Zhixi: "Give me the broom."

Zhixi blinked her misty eyes, stared blankly at Su Mu, and gave him the broom in a voice of genius for a long time.

Su Mu taught her to sweep the floor with a broom: "Don't sweep the floor eastward, but westward. Just sweep all the garbage together and then sweep it into the dustbin. It's much faster."

Zhi hoped for Su Mu, looking engrossed.

After Su Mu finished scanning, when she turned around and said yes, Zhixi immediately let out a flustered sound, her eyes flicked unnaturally, not daring to look at Su Mu.

I was afraid that Su Mu would get angry and think she was impolite.

Su Mu didn't take it to heart, and taught it again patiently.

"Thank you..." Zhixi said in a low voice, blushing.

Su Mu lacked interest and thought he had nothing to thank.

Zhixi hesitated for a while, and finally wrote on the paper: "You look like my mother." She held the small book down to Su Mu, and turned her face away in shame.

Surprised, Su Mu looked at Zhixi.

It was the first time someone said that he looked like an old lady.

He felt that he was not that gentle, and at most he was doing his own thing.

Other people's affairs are fine anyway, and have nothing to do with you - unless it's someone close, or interested in what's going on.

"Maybe it's because the person who taught me to sweep the floor was my mother." Su Mu's face softened and his tone softened.Go to the back corner and lift the trash can: "Go and close the window, I'll take out the trash."

Zhixi glanced at the trash can.

Trash cans are the kind of large buckets that were originally used to hold paint and are now used to hold garbage.

There was a lot of rubbish inside, the bucket surface and the handle of the bucket were dirty and black with green, and there was a disgusting sour smell.

Zhixi hesitated for a while, and immediately wrote in the small notebook: "Or, I'll pour it out."

Zhixi felt that it would not be good to just ask Su Mu to work.

The trash can emits a disgusting stench, and there are still small green and black protruding spots sticking to the handle - but this is so, Zhixi always feels bad.

Su Mu casually held the trash can that made people frown at a glance, and said with a flat expression: "No need." Going out with the trash can seems disgusting to ordinary people, and you can't let it go. Su Mu frowned, showing disgust.

Zhixi lowered her head, and kept pressing the button of the ballpoint pen with her fingers, making a clicking sound.

Soon, Su Mu finished taking out the trash and came up.