Chapter 85

Shen Qinghuan held a little hot old jar of pickled cabbage noodles. She subconsciously looked back.

Lu Ziheng stood not far behind him, bent over and tightened the faucet slowly.

He raised his eyes, as if he had just noticed Shen Qinghuan, slowly straightened his back and held instant noodles, but he gave a graceful feeling between his hands and feet: "in fact, the math teacher was right."

Shen Qinghuan: (ᵒ ̤̑ ₀ ̑ ᵒ ̤̑)

"Eating instant noodles is not nutritious."

Shen Qinghuan:（ ̿ ▀ ̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿ ▀ ̿̿)̄

Instant noodles are not nutritious and have the ability. Don't eat them!

However, the above is limited to Shen Qinghuan's mental activities. She doesn't have the courage to be known by Lu Ziheng.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Lu Ziheng also realized that he had killed the topic. He immediately changed his mouth and said, "once or twice, it's OK."

Shen Qinghuan whispered, "Oh."

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

Gollum.

Shen Qinghuan covered her abdomen with her left hand. The tip of her ears turned crimson. How could it happen that she rang awkwardly at this time.

There are only two of them in the boiler room.

Shen Qinghuan took a deep breath into his lungs and warned himself to be steady.

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

Shen Qinghuan wanted to go back to the classroom, but Lu Ziheng offered to eat on the roof for the reason that instant noodles taste great.

It's time for lunch in a.

The day students returned home early, and those who lived on campus were also in the canteen.

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

Shen Qinghuan followed behind Lu Ziheng. She always watched Lu Ziheng's back all the way. When he turned around, she immediately put her eyes back on the instant noodles in his hand.

Lu Ziheng suddenly stopped. Shen Qinghuan, who was unprepared, directly hit Lu Ziheng's back, and instant noodles almost fell from the corridor.

"Be careful."

Lu Ziheng clasped Shen Qinghuan's slender waist with one hand. Shen Qinghuan suddenly blushed, "thank you for helping me keep my lunch."

"If only you were all right."

Lu Ziheng restrained his heart from jumping out 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 vast. People browsing from high and overlooking the whole school seem too small.

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

When laotan pickled vegetable beef noodles were opened again, they had long been in famine.

But with the autumn wind, both of them ate contentedly.

Shen Qinghuan took out a packet of paper towels from his pocket and handed them to Lu Ziheng.

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

Shen Qinghuan turned his eyes to Lu Ziheng. What do you mean?

Lu Ziheng stretched his lips and put out the cool and cold image as much as possible, "thank you."

Shen Qinghuan peeled off the crumpled wrapping paper. She ate the dark chocolate in front of Lu Ziheng.

At first, it was a little bitter. When the mouth was about to melt, a sweet poured into the tip of the heart.

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