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The next day, Mr. Smith on the podium was spitting and lecturing on the history of the world. The middle-aged man’s weak and hoarse voice sounded like a noisy fly buzzing in his ears. Peter rubbed his eyes in a daze, stretched his body on the table , trying not to make a sound and stretched.

He kindly sent Chris Kent home last night—but he didn't expect that the other party, who was used to being picked up by car, couldn't remember the exact address of his home, so he had to trick her to remember the surrounding landmarks. After leading her to grope blindly for a long time, she finally recognized the familiar street with the dim streetlights.

——As a result, this directly led to the fact that when he finally collapsed on the comfortable single bed in his room, the clock was already ticking past four o'clock in the morning—he didn't even take off the spider suit on his body. As soon as his neck touched the pillow, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

This morning, until the annoying alarm bell rang three times tirelessly, he barely reached out from under the bed and tried to press it off, but he couldn't control the strength and slapped the alarm clock to pieces—he was hiding in the After struggling on the bed for a while, I finally reluctantly helped my painful head to get down, but when I looked up, I realized that I had slept until eight o'clock without knowing it.

He hurriedly washed and put on the light clothes, grabbed a piece of bread and hurried out the door, hurried all the way, squeezed in sideways at the last second when the school gate closed, and managed not to be late.

Peter sighed, straightened his back amidst the rustling of the fabric, and supported his chin with his hands so that he would not accidentally lie down on his back, looking sleepy and weak.

Half a minute later, just a second before he was about to close his heavy eyelids, the subtle click of the front door of the classroom caught his attention.Mr. Smith also immediately stopped the boring lecture, tapped the mechanical watch on his wrist with his thumb, and silently condemned the late party's lack of sense of time.

Peter saw Chrissy Kent push the door open in a second—he wasn't surprised she walked in so leisurely after the gates had closed, there is always that kind of privilege on every campus that always finds a way to exercise it. people.

"Please give a suitable reason for your lateness, Miss Kent."

After she calmly moved into the seat, Mr. Smith slowly straightened the disc glasses, pointing out something.

"I'm not sure I can answer your question."

Chrissy leaned back on the chair with her arms folded, looked at each other impartially and politely, and played with a strand of light blonde hair hanging on her chest with her fingertips—it was rare for her to iron her curly hair straight today. Slightly let her restrain her usual sharpness, revealing a rare docile and well-behaved appearance.

Her exquisite face painted with light makeup was vivid and vivid, completely gone from the embarrassment and dirt of last night, and the proud expression on her face was strong and eye-catching, as if the fragility and loneliness in Peter's impression were just some kind of illusion.

After a pause of two seconds, she continued, "Because...you know, students have full personal freedom after class."

As soon as she finished speaking, the get out of class bell rang out from the loudspeaker in the corner of the classroom.

Reluctantly, Mr. Smith packed up the lesson plans, turned around and left with his arms under his arms.

The turmoil ended in a mild manner, Peter curled his lips and changed to a more comfortable position, planning to take advantage of the 15 minutes between classes to catch up on sleep, and then go to the student cafeteria for a full meal-in fact, he did the same up.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he loosened his body, he caught the sound of high-heeled shoes rattling from far to near, and the sweet smell of perfume wafted to the tip of his nose.

"Hi, good morning, Parker."

Someone patted him on the shoulder gently, with a soft and pleasant voice.

Well, this is a bit beyond his expectations... He thought that she, who had always thought highly of herself, would be so embarrassing when she came across such an embarrassing scene by accident. When she arrived at school today, she would pretend to be a stranger and ignore him. Continuing to maintain an unapproachable and arrogant image in the past - and now this development seems a bit out of place.

"...Good morning." He raised his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally squeezed out a reply from the back of his throat in a low voice.

She turned a blind eye to the pointing and whispering around her, and smiled at him as if no one else was there, "Do you want to go out for a walk with me?"

He pressed the center of his brows and opened his mouth, but she suddenly raised her white and clean index finger to stop her lips, and narrowly blinked at him, the dark green eyes shining brightly under the thick long eyelashes, "I don't want to Listen to your refusal - I will wait for you at the gate of the building."

As she said that, she walked out of the classroom as if nothing had happened amidst the sound of clicking tongues around her.

By accident, she followed her pace and came all the way to the door of the teaching building. Peter looked a little dazed with dark circles under his eyes, and the hem of his jeans was pulled a little, which brought back his wandering thoughts due to fatigue.

He looked down at her as she spread a layer of... a picnic cloth or something else on the ground, and then sat down generously, and gave him an empty seat at the side—why does she like to sit on the steps so much? ?This is definitely not a good habit...

"You seem to be a little afraid of me." She said lightly and in an unmistakable tone, a smile crawled on the corners of her mouth painted with bright color lip gloss, and it seemed that the expensive high-heeled moccasin boots were matched or not Lightly tapping the ground, it made a small sound but it was not annoying.

Peter managed to cheer up at this moment, but was stunned for half a second by what she said, a look of embarrassment appeared on his softly contoured face, and his clear facial features wrinkled, "Who wouldn't? After all, you know , you are... and I am... Anyway, that's what happened, I..."

"I just want to chat with you... If you feel uncomfortable, then I won't see you."

Chrissy smiled and waved her hand to interrupt his incoherent words, shifted her gaze to the blue and distant sky, stared intently at a cloud that was torn and changed by the wind, suddenly bit her lips and said, "Those handsome boys The boys are curmudgeonly bastards."

Immediately realizing that she was still secretly saddened by last night's experience, Peter kindly moved to the side and opened his mouth to try to comfort her, "Although I have never experienced such a thing... I mean, I haven't had the chance to go through that either, but I think you're a wonderful girl."

Curving the corners of his lips shyly, he looked at her with clear and penetrating eyes, faintly soaked in the color of sunlight scattered like golden powder, "It must be his place—" the index finger nodded his head, "What's wrong?" , it's obvious."

"You really know how to comfort people—you know, that guy's kissing skills are terrible, and he doesn't like taking a bath..."

Chrissy raised her eyebrows half-truthfully, intermittently criticizing her ex, but suddenly changed the topic without warning, "...I seem to like you a little bit, Parker."

The girl's hot flashes were ironing her skin through the thin autumn clothes, and she choked on the other party's bold words. Peter's face was faintly red—this was an unprecedented crisis in his 17 years of life ...

He racked his brains but couldn't think of how to answer, he scratched his face awkwardly, "Oh, should I be happy... This sounds like a veiled way of saying that I'm not handsome..."

... what is he talking about.

"Anyway...well, I'm happy?"

Seeing his bewildered reaction, Chris smiled happily.

At this time, there was already a long queue outside the student cafeteria. She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and stood up, "Let me treat you to dinner."

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