My wife is pure and pure

They don't have the strength, well, they are very blue.

And when the whole class was watching the movie happily, the cloud that had been brewing outside the window for a day finally came to the time when the plug was removed and it was blown away.

The rapid raindrops fell on the playground with a rushing sound, and the shadows of the green trees outside were wobbly, like twisted hands, making people worry that they might break off.

Luo Mingyu looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 10 minutes before their next evening self-study.

And this heavy rain came so suddenly, although Ms. Ding Lan would come to pick her up, but according to the rain in front of her, the distance from the teaching building to the door is enough to wipe out even the large Band-Aid in her underwear. Water can be wrung out.

I hope the rain can be a little less for a while.

Although Luo Mingyu liked rainy days quite a bit, what she liked was just staying inside and watching the rain outside, rather than being doused like a drowned rat.

Chapter 180 Isn't it you who cares about your head and ignores your back?

The pouring rain was still falling non-stop, and the rain washed the ground and layers of rain and fog rose under the illumination of the street lamps.

And there is no sign of reducing the rain in the slightest. The sweltering heat of the day has been swept away, replaced by dampness and coolness.

Soon it was time for the evening self-study get out of class to end, and she was a little unhappy looking at the heavy rain outside the window, or she was still a little depressed.

"Would you like to wait a while?"

Zhuang Mengmeng, who was behind her, came over in time, looked at the uneasy expression on Luo Mingyu's face, and began to make suggestions.

"No, it's fine."

Heavy rain can kill the motivation to go to school, but it will never affect the motivation to go home from school.

"Then do you have an umbrella? If not, I'll lend it to you."

The thoughtful and soft girl Mengmeng cares about Luo Mingyu like her back, and the meticulous care that seeps into daily life makes people intoxicated.

Of course Luo Mingyu was not obsessed with it, if she likes it, she likes it, and if she wants to touch someone's butt, it's like touching someone's butt, but when it comes to liking her, she is sure of it.

Do not allow your mind to have any superfluous thoughts.

That is to say, even if Luo Mingyu really has a crush on other girls now, it is still limited to her greedy stage, rather than a feeling of sympathy for her personality and soul.

The succinct statement is that Luo Mingyu ≥ senior lsp, just want to enter the body and not life.

But in fact, she was just thinking about it, and she didn't dare to really do it.

Leaving aside the question of who will enter and who will enter how much, it is impossible for these ladies and ladies to separate physical pleasure from spiritual pleasure.

The two co-exist and influence each other.

"No need, I have it with me too."

Luo Mingyu patted the small umbrella next to her schoolbag and rejected Zhuang Mengmeng's kindness. Although her umbrella was not big, it was enough for one person.

And it's very light and easy to carry around. The umbrella surface is a very girlish macho pink, which matches her schoolbag very well. The handle is also of a satisfactory size, about the thickness of three fingers. At first glance, it looks like Luo Mingyu is as clean as ice. The best choice for little girls.

"Then I'm leaving, you guys continue watching~"

Luo Mingyu didn't have too many pleasantries with the students around her, and left the classroom with her schoolbag and umbrella in hand.

Thanks to the gloomy weather since the morning, most of the school has prepared umbrellas.

Luo Mingyu is not too worried about how many girls will suddenly come over and sneak under her umbrella with the ultimate goal of getting into her crotch.

My little umbrella is just right for one person, but it is too much for two people, after all, there is only one handle.

And just when Luo Mingyu was feeling the joy of returning home from school, she suddenly saw the figure of a cold girl at the door of the teaching building.

She wears a pair of half-rim glasses, her jet-black hair is simply tied into a ponytail, and under a few strands of bangs fluttering in the wind is a delicate and fair face without too many strong emotions.

She stood there quietly, frowning slightly as she watched the pouring rain outside. Her first impression was that she was quiet and cold, and that was indeed the case.

This can be seen from the fact that none of the girls next to her would take the initiative to share their umbrella with her.

And this girl who is as difficult to get along with as the flower of Gaoling is naturally Han Zitong from the next class.

She looked at the rain in front of her face with a bit of embarrassment and sadness. She really didn't want to study all night in the wet because she had to go to cram school later. If she caught a cold, it would be a real headache. For her who is studying intensively, the truth is a worse thing.

Under the heavy rain, puddles for fish farming have begun to appear on the playground, and the school's drainage system is not enough to cope with such a heavy rain.

Han Zitong also began to struggle, whether to run out in the rain, or go back to the teacher to borrow an umbrella, or simply skip today's cram school.

But the teachers should only have one umbrella, and the students may not be willing to lend it to themselves.

This made Han Zitong extremely embarrassed.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard a 'bang' sound of the umbrella being opened behind her.

She looked back.

What I saw was a girl of the same age holding a pink umbrella. Her sweet smile was like a beam of bright sunshine when the clouds were thick and dark, dispelling the depression and gloom in Han Zitong's heart.

The cool and humid air penetrates into the tip of the nose, bringing refreshment and comfort, as well as the faint scent of green lemon.

"No umbrella?"

Luo Mingyu looked at Han Zitong in front of him, and there was a slight mocking smile in his plain greeting. Although it was a piece of nonsense, who would look up at the sky with an umbrella, but such meaningless nonsense, Han Zitong would not Hate.

Or to put it bluntly, she doesn't hate the nonsense from Luo Mingyu.

"Well, I forgot."

Han Zitong admitted his mistake very frankly. Today, Han's mother had something to go out early, so that Han Zitong completely forgot about it in the busy morning by herself. She had already prepared an umbrella for her.

"Haha~ I didn't expect you to be so confused~"

Luo Mingyu's friendly teasing made Han Zitong a little embarrassed, but it was acceptable.

"Would you like to come with me then? I'll see you off."

In fact, Luo Mingyu has just been watching secretly from behind for a while. This is her choice after careful consideration. There is only one way out from here. You can't just pretend that you didn't see the other party here, right?

If he really did this, he wondered if Luo Ming's acupoints would be thicker than blood tonight.

There is no need to take this risk, if you just make do with an umbrella, it shouldn't be too dangerous for Han Zitong.

In other words, it's actually quite normal and common for girls to share the same umbrella, isn't it?

Looking at Luo Mingyu who came to help him in time, Han Zitong nodded and said in an extremely soft voice.

"Thank you."

"Then you should come here."

Luo Mingyu looked at this girl who just stuck her head under the umbrella, leaving most of her body exposed, and couldn't laugh or cry.

Why is she like an ostrich, caring about her head and ignoring her back?

[Don't be embarrassed, isn't it you who cares about your head and ignores your back?Do you still remember when you were in...】

Luo Mingyu, who had two-line processing in his brain, immediately gave an answer.

[I don’t remember, get lost. 】

Cutting off the other party's chance to expose her dark history, Luo Mingyu took the initiative to lean towards the girl next to her, holding an umbrella.

She didn't know if Han Zitong was shy or not.

But Luo Mingyu has already seen everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, so she just sticks her shoulders and is ashamed.

Chapter 180 Four

Of course, Luo Mingyu also understood that her rhetoric was very hooligan and unreasonable.

But she really didn't understand why Han Zitong would keep a distance from her like this at this time. Wasn't it very active when Wu Qihei hugged her before?

It's not bright now.

Could it be the relationship with the people around?

Luo Mingyu glanced sideways at the boys and girls around her, and she found that the people around them would indeed stop by their side when they glanced over.

ah this...

Luo Mingyu didn't realize the truth of the matter, and could only regard it as their admiration when they saw the two beautiful girls.

She didn't notice it at all because her pink umbrella was a bit flamboyant, and no one, even a girl, would choose such a conspicuous and bright pink.

Seeing Han Zitong slowly moving under his umbrella so little that he didn't even have half his buttocks, Luo Mingyu had no choice but to take the initiative to stick a little closer.

Standing side by side with this girl who always has a cold face, but even so, this small umbrella does not have a particularly good effect of covering the rain, and a little wind will ensure that the pants will be wet.

But something is better than nothing, at least it is enough to ensure that most of the places on the body are dry.

Han Zitong smelled the green lemon fragrance which was a little clearer than before, and quietly took another breath.

That smell came from the slender right hand holding the umbrella handle not far from her face.

The already white palms looked extraordinarily warm and smooth in the cold rainy day, the knuckles were as fine as scallions, and the fingers were closed one by one, and the pink and tender nails also had a bit of cold milky white.

If you touch it now, it will definitely be the kind that feels cold to the touch.

For some reason, Han Zitong began to fantasize about its feel and temperature in his mind.

This must be because the weather is too hot recently and my head is not clear.

It was only then that she noticed that Luo Mingyu's complexion seemed a little paler than before, and her complexion was not too good.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

After walking a few steps, Han Zitong was the first to ask his own question. It is not impossible to suffer from heatstroke in the recent weather.

"It's fine, it's just that I'm a little weak in special times."

Luo Mingyu fiddled with the hair in front of her forehead, which also made Han Zitong see her slightly sick face at this moment more clearly.

special period?

Han Zitong is clear about it, it is obvious what the special period refers to.

But mentioning this still reminded her subconsciously of her previous experience at the small squad leader's house, and suddenly a layer of flush that was almost invisible to the naked eye appeared on her face that was as cold as an old popsicle.

A little bit of shyness also appeared in Qingming's eyes, and his eyes moved away a little guilty, looking at the puddle under his feet.