The next day, Monday.
early morning.
The sun shines unreservedly on the earth, giving everything in the world a warm golden glow.
Every moment is so beautiful, as if even the air is filled with the scent of happiness.
hey-hey.....
hey-hey.....
On the way to school, Gu Luoqian couldn't help but smile foolishly every few steps.
There is a sentence floating in his mind all the time now - looking forward to the future with you.
This is the emotional expression from the bottom of the little angel Shu Ning's heart.
Since last night, there has been a subtle change in the relationship between him and the little angel Shu Ning, and the two have truly entered the ambiguous stage.
The subtle sweet scent made him immersed in a cloud of happiness, feeling so dizzy that he lost his way.
This is how Xiao Cunan's first love was.
Take today's breakfast together, for example. It was so sweet.
Of course, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The two of them just looked at each other from time to time and smiled at each other.
After a while, those sweet gazes met again as if attracted by a magnet.
Just go back and forth like this, never getting tired of it.
Every time they looked at each other and smiled, it was like adding a drop of sweet honey to the honeypot of their relationship.
When he thought of this, Gu Luo couldn't help but smile foolishly again.
People who don’t know him might think that he lost his mind because of reading foreign novels.
"Good morning, Senior Gu."
"Good morning, good morning, Senior Gu."
"Good morning, junior."
“…”
Along the way, many first- and third-grade girls took the initiative to greet Gu Luo enthusiastically.
This is the privilege of being a junior or senior student.
The most miserable ones were the girls in the first grade. They had neither the innocence and boldness of the first-year girls, nor the maturity and unrestrainedness of the third-year girls. Because they were the same age, it seemed impolite to call Gu Luo directly, and it felt weird to call him classmate.
In general, no matter what I shout, it feels inappropriate.
Because Gu Luo was in a particularly good mood, he would smile and nod to every girl who greeted him.
He is now undoubtedly the most popular boy in Guangya Private School.
It’s nothing special—he’s just handsome.
One more look and it will explode.
Of course, the most important thing is that Gu Luo looks so handsome when playing basketball. I don’t know how many girls have been fascinated by him this week.
Every move he made on the court, every jump and shot, was like composing a poem about youth, making the girls' eyes follow him closely and unable to extricate themselves.
In addition, young people nowadays are confident, open-minded and active in thinking, so there is really no pressure to greet Gu Luo, the school idol.
In general, the characteristics of people of different generations can be summarized as follows:
Post-80s generation - conservative in thinking, open in behavior.
Post-2000s: open-minded, conservative in nature.
Post-30s: open-minded and open-minded.
There is no way, because those top stars on the surface now look pale in front of Gu Luo, or even far behind him.
It would be better to continue chasing stars at school and feel the charm of the school hunk.
Although Gu Luo was not used to it at first, he gradually accepted it as time went by.
After all, it’s not his fault that he’s too charming.
It's this world that's wrong.
Unless absolutely necessary, he would really keep his Charm at 9 points, and then use the [Charm Boost Card] to increase it in special circumstances.
Gu Luo had already vaguely sensed that there was something wrong with these 9 points of charm.
It's like having a succubus buff.
He seriously suspected that this was the work of the Lord Tong.
"Senior."
"Senior."
"Senior is handsome again today, hehe."
“…”
After greeting a small group of female students, Gu Luo finally walked into the teaching building.
And not far behind him.
Situ Wenyao was holding his heart, his face a healthy red from excitement, and he was breathing heavily.
Cool.
It feels so good.
I am so happy that I can experience this ultimate happiness as soon as I wake up in the morning.
Situ Wenyao once again brought himself into Gu Luo's shoes.
In his fantasy world, countless senior and junior students greeted him enthusiastically along the way. He was like a star that everyone was paying attention to, enjoying everyone's pursuit and love.
So cool!
"call......."
Situ Wenyao couldn't help but shiver at the end. After letting out a long breath, he finally regained some composure.
It's another day to be the school hunk.
As long as he brings it in fast enough, he will be able to absorb all the pleasure that Gu Luo enjoys without missing a single detail.
It can be said that Gu Luo is the source of his happiness.
The most important thing is that there is a physical education class today.
When Situ Wenyao thought about Gu Luo running on the court and a group of girls surrounding him and cheering for him, he couldn't help but get excited again.
This feeling of excitement was like a volcano about to erupt, burning fiercely in his chest.
Cool!
So cool!
...... ......
Gu Luo had no idea that his so-called best friend was fantasizing about him to his heart's content at this moment.
After entering the classroom and returning to his seat, he habitually placed a bottle of milk on the desk of his deskmate Shen Yue.
"Yeah." Chen Yue smiled slightly, then took out the 'friend's money' from the drawer.
There are strawberry shortcakes, chocolate chips, jelly, etc...
There is a wide variety of snacks, and almost every day there is a different flavor.
After a week of getting along, the two have become familiar with each other and their relationship is becoming more and more harmonious.
Gu Luo didn't know why, but he always felt that there was a bit of love in the eyes of Shen Yue when she looked at him, just like the look a mother gives her child.
In addition, Chen Yue took care of him in every aspect during the day, meticulously and attentively.
Don’t say it, it’s really just like my mother.
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