Chapter 213: Feeling Q-Ball~

Wen Zhile turned around and ran over, eyes full of smiles.

"You're not busy today."

"not busy."

Zhou Jihuai put his hand on her shoulder, and Wen Zhile handed him the bag: "I was just looking for you."

He paused, then asked calmly, "What do you want from me?"

The little girl pulled him downstairs: "I can't look for you if there's nothing else."

Zhou Jihuai laughed.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to the library to study, but when you came..."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Wen Zhile changed her tone: “Okay.”

Zhou Jihuai carried her schoolbag and looked down at the hand on his forearm.

Her hands were so soft that he could feel the skin was so hot just by touching them.

"The person who just spoke to you seems to be Professor He."

"Yeah, you have a good eye."

Zhou Jihuai: "Professor He is good-looking, and you can recognize him at a glance."

"No matter how good you are, you are not as good as me."

Zhou Jihuai couldn't help laughing: "That's right."

Thinking of the scene he had just seen at the staircase, he raised his hand and stroked the little girl's shoulder.

"Something."

Wen Zhile glanced at it suspiciously.

Is there a magnet on her shoulder? Why are there so many things?

After leaving the teaching building, Wen Zhile walked towards the bicycle shed.

Although Su Da is much older than Jing Da, she doesn't want to walk unless it is necessary.

This car was arranged by the school leaders, and it would be a waste if we don't use it.

After walking over, she looked at the person next to her: "Brother, did you drive here?"

“It’s parked outside the school.”

Zhou Jihuai put his schoolbag on his back and held onto the bicycle: "I'll carry you."

Wen Zhile was slightly startled and a little hesitant.

Zhou Jihuai got into the car quickly, supported himself with his long legs, and looked back at her.

The little girl watched for a few seconds before sitting in the back seat and immediately grabbed the seat.

She might be born with an incompatibility with the back seat of a bicycle. Every time she sits on the back, she feels like she is going to fall over. She can only hold on tightly to the rider to feel more stable.

But in the past, her parents always rode their bikes to take her, but now that it was Zhou Jihuai’s turn, Wen Zhile was too embarrassed to offer her a hand.

Fortunately, he was a good driver and rode the bike steadily. She tried hard to hold on and managed to keep steady for the time being.

Just as he finished boasting in his heart, Wen Zhile felt the car body suddenly shake.

She was startled and quickly hugged the waist of the person in front of her.

Zhou Jihuai wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, and after a while he couldn't laugh anymore.

Wen Zhile couldn't laugh anymore.

She realized belatedly that she had gone to the wrong place.

She was so flustered just now that she reached her hand from the bottom to the top and into her shirt.

I don't know what I grabbed in my palm, it felt uneven, slightly soft and elastic at first, and then suddenly tightened and became hard.

Her face flushed and she hastily moved her hand away.

I wanted to say something but it sounded dumb again.

Fortunately, the library not far away rescued her: "Here we are."

Zhou Jihuai stopped the car and Wen Zhile jumped out immediately.

"Wait a moment, I'll go park the car." A voice sounded beside her.

Wen Zhile didn't dare to turn his head and just hummed twice.

Zhou Jihuai immediately rode his bike towards the pile of cars. After parking, he stood there for a while, took a deep breath, and laughed out loud.

Wen Zhile was not far away. After hearing this, his face became even hotter. He left him and ran into the library.

Zhou Jihuai followed with his schoolbag, and stopped smiling when he got closer.

"Zhizhi, schoolbag."

The two of them sat down at a table one after the other.

Wen Zhile glanced at him quickly, then took out a pen and paper and a small stack of English originals from her schoolbag and buried her head in translating several documents without even looking up.

It took two hours and a half to recover.

As soon as she put down her pen, Zhou Jihuai looked away, smiled, opened the lid of the water cup and handed it to her: "Take a break?"

Wen Zhile had been thirsty for a while, so he took the drink and drank a few sips.

"It's time for lunch."

School will be over in ten minutes, which is enough time for them to go to the cafeteria, get their meals and sit down.

She didn't want to ask Zhou Jihuai where he wanted to eat.

Half an hour earlier, she had understood his intention of coming here today from the looks given by her classmates from time to time. Of course, it would be more convenient to go to the cafeteria.

Zhou Jihuai took the initiative to pack her schoolbag: "Let's go to the cafeteria? The food in the cafeteria is not bad."

He is such a picky eater because he is really not used to eating.

But there are more important things than talking.