Chapter 495: Christmas Eve Apple Two days later, it was Christmas Eve.
The morning sunlight slanted into the classroom, like melted gold, falling on the desks.
The winter sun was not strong, but it was warm enough to just wrap around the students in Class 8, Grade 2, who were passing apples to each other.
Some people were walking down the aisle holding apples wrapped in red ribbons, while others were leaning over the corner of the table writing greeting cards. The rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper, mixed with the faint laughter, made the atmosphere soft and cozy.
It is worth mentioning that there is a wonder somewhere in the classroom.
As Gu Luo walked into the classroom, he stopped in his tracks.
It’s nothing special—his and Shen Yue’s desks have been “taken over” by Apple.
The table was piled high with apples on top, some wrapped in transparent plastic, some with gold ribbons, and some with small greeting cards attached, with "Merry Christmas Eve, God Gu" written between the lines.
I walked over and opened the drawer, which was also filled with apples. The red peels rubbed against the edge of the textbook; there were even a few net bags filled with apples at the foot of the table. The mesh was stretched round, and most of the apples were exposed, with traces of morning dew on them. There was no place to put more apples, so they had to be placed on the ground.
.......This is really.
So enthusiastic.
Gu Luo stood in front of the table in silence for a few seconds, touched the top apple with his fingertips, and couldn't help but press down the corners of his mouth, but he still couldn't hide a helpless smile.
This is not a surprise, separation is a sweet burden.
If I have more apples, I can sell them wholesale at the farmers' market.
"Lolo, Happy Christmas Eve!"
At this moment, Feng Youqing in the front row twirled a pen and handed over a big red apple with a smile, her eyes curved into crescents. "My mom bought this yesterday. It's crispy and sweet. Try it."
The apples were small, but bright red. She had specially tied a light pink ribbon on the apple stem and tied a small bow at the end of the ribbon.
Situ Wenyao next to him - this guy was lying on the table as usual, with his arms under his head, his shoulders twitching, and he groaned from time to time.
"Thanks."
Gu Luo put Feng Youqing's apples on the corner of the table with a helpless smile, turned around, opened the side pocket of his schoolbag, and took out four packages of apples.
He carefully folded the corner of the paper into a small triangle to prevent it from falling apart, and also drew a small Christmas tree crookedly on the package - it was drawn by Gu Ximan before she went out in the morning.
He stood up and handed two to Feng Youqing first: "Merry Christmas Eve."
Next came the class monitor, who pushed his glasses and accepted it with a smile: "Thank you. Sorry, I thought it was only given between opposite sexes, so I didn't prepare anything."
These words made me feel inexplicably sad.
When it was finally handed to the physical education teacher, he was looking at Gu Luo's "mountain of apples" with envy, and his hand was almost reaching out to Gu Luo to take the apples.
The sports committee member spun around holding the apple, his tone full of envy:
"Gu Luo, you're exaggerating! I came early today and saw with my own eyes several girls from other classes secretly putting apples on your desk. Some of them ran away after putting them down, while others even squatted at the door to see if you were coming. In the end, they couldn't put them down anymore and gave up."
He paused, then patted Gu Luo's shoulder and said, "You are indeed a good brother. Otherwise, I would be like the squad leader and not be able to collect any."
As for the two boys, they naturally wouldn't send each other off, otherwise they would be mistaken for gays.
Gu Luo listened to his sigh and shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, he saw two more little girls standing at the door of the classroom with a bag of apples in their arms. Their faces were red and their eyes were looking straight in his direction. It was obvious that they were there to give him apples as well.
He rubbed his brows and thought silently about what to do with the apples, but still smiled and took the apples from the two.
Little fangirl, she’s one of our own.
The sunlight was still swaying on the desks. The red of the apples and the pink of the ribbons created a lively and warm picture in the spot of light. Even Situ Wenyao's "twitching" seemed to be a small episode in this picture, revealing the freshness of youth.
However, at this moment.
A tall, mature-looking girl came to the door confidently.
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