Chapter 85

Shen Qinghuan is holding a bit hot old jar of pickled noodles. She subconsciously looks back.

Lu Ziheng stood not far behind him, bending over and slowly tightening the tap.

He raised his eyes, as if he had just noticed Shen Qinghuan, slowly straightened his back, holding instant noodles in his arms and feet, but giving people the feeling of Elegance: "in fact, the math teacher is right."

Shen Qinghuan ̤̑ ₀ ̑ ᵒ ̤̑)

"There is no nutrition in eating instant noodles."

Shen Qinghuan:（ ̿ ▀ ̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿ ▀ ̿̿)̄

Instant noodles have no nourishment. If you have the ability, don't eat them!

However, the above is only limited to Shen Qinghuan's mental activities. She has no courage to be known by Lu Ziheng.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Lu Ziheng also realized that he was dead talking about the topic. He immediately said, "once or twice, it's OK."

Shen Qinghuan replied in a low voice: "Oh."

Lu Ziheng's slender fingers curled slightly into a fist shape, secretly regretting that he could not speak.

Gululu.

Shen Qinghuan's left hand covers her abdomen. The tip of her ear turns into a crimson color. How can she be embarrassed to ring at this time.

There are only two of them in the boiler room.

Shen Qinghuan took a deep breath in his lungs and told himself to keep steady.

Lu Ziheng didn't say anything out of time. He seemed to automatically filter out the sound of Shen Qinghuan's hunger.

Shen Qinghuan wants to go back to the classroom, but Lu Ziheng takes "instant noodles taste great" as an excuse and proposes to go to the rooftop to eat together.

It's time for lunch in a.

The day students returned home early, and the students living in the school were all in the canteen.

In the quiet corridor, only the footsteps of two people could be heard.

Shen Qinghuan follows Lu Ziheng. All the way, she watches Lu Ziheng's back. When he turns around, she immediately puts her eyes back on the instant noodles.

Lu Ziheng suddenly stops. Shen Qinghuan, who is not on guard, bumps into Lu Ziheng's back directly, and Paomian almost falls down the corridor.

"Be careful."

Lu Ziheng held Shen Qinghuan's slender waist with one hand. Shen Qinghuan suddenly turned red. "Thank you for helping me keep my lunch."

"I wish you were OK."

Lu Ziheng restrained his heart and pretended to be calm. He turned around and opened the door of the roof.

There are only three words left in my mind——

The waist is so thin

A strong wind poured into his neck, and Lu Ziheng almost subconsciously raised his arm to block the air outlet for Shen Qinghuan.

The sunshine in autumn is not as dazzling as that in summer, but the sky is so vast that people look down on the whole school from a height, but they seem too small.

Lu Ziheng took out two books from his arms. It seemed that he had planned for a long time. The books were placed neatly on the ground. When everything was ready, he invited Shen Qinghuan to sit side by side with him.

When laotan pickled beef noodle was opened again, it would have been soaked for a long time.

But with the autumn wind, both of them were satisfied.

Shen Qinghuan took out a package of tissue from his pocket and handed it to Lu Ziheng.

The boy was not polite. He took three of them, cleaned himself up, touched the bottom of his pocket, and took advantage of Shen Qinghuan's leftover instant noodle box to put the chocolate he bought this morning into Shen Qinghuan's hand.

Shen Qinghuan looks at Lu Ziheng. What do you mean?

Lu Ziheng stretched his lips and tried his best to show that cool and cool image, "thank you."

Shen Qinghuan peels off some crumpled wrapping paper and eats the dark chocolate in front of Lu Ziheng.

At first, it's a bit bitter and astringent. When the mouth is about to melt, some sweets pour into the heart.

"Have you figured out how to deal with that?"