Bite Your Fingertips

Chu Yu didn't sleep well all night.

It’s okay to feel unwell and have the same dream over and over again, and he always smells a faintly craving fragrance, which made him search the dormitory inch by inch in the middle of the night, but couldn’t find it. The source of the smell, biting the pillow angrily!

Sleepy in bed for half an hour, by the time Chu Yu arrived in the classroom, he had successfully missed the morning self-study.

Seeing Chu Yu sitting down, Zhang Yueshan turned to talk to him, "Last night, the English teacher came over for self-study and saw that your seat was empty, so he asked me what happened. I said you were not feeling well, so I went back first. "

Chu Yu's face turned pale, and he yawned lazily, "Squad leader, that's interesting!"

"That's where I said it, but I saw the expression on the English teacher's face, it's quite smelly." After Zhang Yueshan finished speaking, he was a little worried about Chu Yu.

With his hands on his chin, Chu Yu tilted his head and tried to remember, "Our English teacher... who is here?"

"..."

Zhang Yueshan was helpless, "You must have fallen asleep in the English class yesterday afternoon. The English teacher's surname is Wang, Wang Lilin, female, and her appearance is characterized by flaming red lips. She wears gold-rimmed glasses when she looks at the computer."

He saw that Chu Yu's expression was not good, "However, are you still sick? Do you want to go to the school hospital to lie down again?"

"No," Chu Yu lay down on the table in a daze, not wanting to move, "It's useless to go, and I can't find out what's wrong with me, I'm sleeping everywhere, I'm too lazy to walk so far."

Zhang Yueshan had heard a lot of rumors about Chu Yu earlier. In order to make him study happily, his family bought the school directly with a swipe of a pen.When the first year of high school started, the food in the cafeteria was not to my liking, and the school changed several chefs overnight.There are also many children from private rich families in Jianing, and they are divided into three, six, and nine classes. Chu Yu is the group at the top of the pyramid.

But after getting in touch with Chu Yu in the past two days, Zhang Yueshan felt that people are not only good-looking, but also have a good temper. The only shortcoming that can't be called a shortcoming is that they don't like to study and are a little bit delicate.

But with that face, he felt that a little coquettish should be a little coquettish, as if... there is no sense of disobedience?

Zhang Yueshan belongs to the class of being enthusiastic and helpful, and now he is occupying the position of monitor. He has a sense of responsibility, so he didn't try to persuade him again, "Anyway, don't hold back when you feel unwell, just let me know if you need help."

Chu Yu hummed twice, "Thank you monitor."

Lying on the table for a while, remembering the dream that haunted him last night, Chu Yu suddenly wondered what he was doing at the back table now.

But it is too obvious to turn around and look directly.

After thinking for two seconds, Chu Yu took out a square eraser, threw it on the ground quietly, and pretended to be puzzled, "Hey, why did my eraser fall on the ground?"

Then, he turned around, bowed his head, leaned over, picked up the eraser, got up, and at the same time looked at Lu Shi from the corner of his eye.

It happened to meet Lu Shi's gaze.

Lu Shi was holding a pencil that was neither too long nor too short in his handsome hand, and his knuckles were curved. He was brushing a book of questions that was thick enough to give Chu Yu a headache just by looking at it.

The thin forehead hair covered two parts of the eyebrows, and the eyes were dark.

The facial features are still good-looking and very impactful.

Chu Yu often looked in the mirror, and his eyes were elevated by his own appearance, so he would not easily think that so-and-so was good-looking.

But in his opinion, Lu Shi is really handsome.

Stop staring at each other, Chu Yu quickly turned around and sat down.

My day, would he think I was looking at him on purpose?

No, I seem to be looking at him on purpose?

No, why on earth should I go to see him on purpose?

But after a while, Chu Yu didn't have much thought. The heat on his body turned up one after another, and he lay back on the desk sleepily, and saw that his nails had grown a little, and it was time to cut them again.