Chapter 57 I Want the Scarf You Knitted

Zhou Yanchuan noticed that the little girl seemed to be hiding something from him lately, always acting mysteriously and being particularly busy.

But it seems that what I'm busy with isn't studying.

Before, she would either be doing homework or reading after class. But recently, several times when he went to her house, she would be in a hurry, as if she were hiding something.

For example, this afternoon, he had just arrived at her house and hadn't even sat down when she asked, "Do you want to go out and play for a while?"

Zhou Yanchuan turned his head to look at her, his eyes saying, "Why don't you listen to what you asked?"

Meeting his gaze, Wen Jiu tugged at the bed sheet beneath her.

She seems to have gone a bit too far.

"Well," she thought for a moment, then said carefully, "are you hungry?"

Zhou Yanchuan's eyes changed slightly. He thought the person was concerned about him, but the next sentence was: "If you're hungry, you can go out and get something to eat first."

"..."

I'm not hungry.

Are you thirsty?

"I'm not thirsty."

"That."

"Wen Xiaojiu".

Zhou Yanchuan interrupted him directly, his expression not very pleasant. He was usually the one being welcomed, and this was the first time he had been rushed by someone like this.

He gritted his teeth slightly. "Are you trying to kick me out?"

"no."

A completely unconvincing answer.

Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her a few times, not wanting to guess anymore, "What are you hiding from me?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the girl's expression changed immediately, as if her secret had been exposed.

Looking at the person staring at him nervously, Zhou Yanchuan realized she was hiding something from him.

He just couldn't guess what it was yet.

Just then, he saw someone who was feeling extremely guilty raise their hand and gently push away the red corner that was peeking out from under the blanket.

He hadn't paid attention to that area at first, but his gaze was drawn to it, and it looked like a ball of yarn.

Almost instantly, he knew what the little girl was hiding from him.

All the girls in his class were knitting scarves, so it was hard for him not to notice.

But I never expected that she could knit too.

Was it knitted for herself, or for someone else?

If it's for yourself, there's no need to cover it up like this; but if it's for someone else, this color is appropriate.

Zhou Yanchuan clearly felt her jealousy. She knew he didn't like overly bright colors, so the scarf couldn't possibly be his.

Was it woven for Lu Jingci?

Wen Jiu was unaware that someone had discovered his secret, and even less aware that his thoughts had strayed from the truth.

She was just looking forward to the day she finished knitting it and gave it to him.

It arrived a few days later than expected.

Because she was really not good at handicrafts, it took her a long time to learn, and it was more than half a month later when she finally finished knitting it.

At that time, no one in the class had stopped knitting, and during this period, girls came to give Zhou Yanchuan scarves they had knitted almost every day.

All kinds, exquisite and beautiful.

Lin Meng had just returned from getting water when she saw the girl looking down at the red scarf in her hand.

"Hey deskmate, why haven't you given it to him yet?"

"So ugly."

"What do you mean ugly? This is actually quite..." Lin Meng's words trailed off when she saw the scarf. "It is a bit ugly, huh?"

Wen Jiu sighed softly.

"Oh dear," Lin Meng quickly comforted him, afraid that he would be disappointed, "The most important thing about knitting a scarf is the thought behind it. As long as the thought is there, that's enough. Besides, you've been knitting it for so long, it would be a shame not to give it to him."

As the two were talking, the corridor outside suddenly became noisy.

"What's going on outside?" Lin Meng turned around to look.

Just then someone shouted, "It's snowing!"

"It's snowing?!" Lin Meng turned around happily to look at the people in their seats.

Their eyes met, and it seemed as if two small flames were burning in each other's eyes, filled with joy.

The sudden first snowfall made the whole teaching building noisy, with a group of people leaning over the corridors and windows, craning their necks to look up at the sky.

Even during class, my mind was wandering, and I couldn't help but wonder how deep the snow on the playground must be right now.

The bell finally rang, but before the teacher could even finish saying "get out of class dismissed," a group of students rushed out.

“These kids,” Yu Qianli said softly from the podium, then laughed.

“Hey, let’s go down and take a walk,” Lin Meng said, reaching out to pull the person in her seat.

Wen Jiu put down her pen: "Okay."

During the first physical education class of Class 9, a group of students ran wild on the playground like crazy.

Lin Meng wanted to build a snowman, and Wen Jiu rolled snowballs for her. Just as she finished rolling a small snowball, she heard a familiar voice.

"Wen Jiu."

She was taken aback.

Not only her, but everyone around her was stunned by Zhou Yanchuan's sudden shout.

As Wen Jiu turned around, intending to calmly ask him "What's wrong?" as before, a snowball landed on her shoulder with a "plop".

She blinked, stunned.

The students around them also had a look in their eyes that said, "What did I just see?"

How come two people who never exchange a word with each other are suddenly interacting like this?

Moreover, when has Zhou Yanchuan ever done something so childish?

"No," Chen Yu turned to look at Zhou Yanchuan with a blank expression, "Why did you smash the class monitor?"

Ignoring the stares of those around him, Zhou Yanchuan said calmly, "I think so."

The group from Class 9 also found it hard to believe.

However, Zhou Yanchuan was always one to do as he pleased, and although they were shocked by his actions just now,

But the surprise didn't last long, after all, he acts entirely on his impulses.

Besides, it would be fine if it were a different girl, but with the class monitor, what could possibly happen between her and Zhou Yanchuan?

The group convinced themselves, but unbeknownst to anyone, two figures pushed open the door one after the other in the empty classroom.

Wen Jiu saw Zhou Yanchuan's message five minutes ago.

zyc: "I'm waiting for you in class, something's up."

On her way to the classroom, Wen Jiu kept thinking about what Zhou Yanchuan wanted to see her about. In her haste, she slipped on the stairs to the second floor. Just when she thought she was going to fall, a hand steadily supported her waist from behind.

A familiar, cool fragrance followed, along with that gentle, deep voice, "I forgot to tell you not to rush, walk slowly."

Wen Jiu's heart pounded wildly, her rhythm completely disrupted.

She carefully straightened up, and didn't dare to walk so fast anymore, while Zhou Yanchuan followed closely behind her.

As soon as we got to the classroom and the door closed, a sound came from behind me.

“I saw it.”

Zhou Yanchuan's voice came out so suddenly that Wen Jiu was slightly taken aback.

"What?"

"You are knitting a scarf."

She was stunned for a moment, then panicked. Just as she was about to explain something, she heard a voice say, "I want it."