Even Zhou Zhuo, who had been concentrating on doing his homework, raised his head slightly.
Su Yun boldly met his gaze, waiting for his answer.
Studying has been too tiring and boring lately, and the lack of oil in the food has made the students almost unable to bear it. They haven't had any fun in a while, and this sudden incident is just the right thing to change their minds.
The whole classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone held their breath waiting for what would happen next.
Time passed second by second, and it seemed like a long time had passed before Zhou Zhuo said coldly: "I'm sorry, I have a lover." The reason why he didn't mention marriage was that he was afraid that Lin Qingqing would be angry.
The classroom was suddenly in an uproar. The younger students in this class had heard that this handsome and good-performing senior had been hit on the head, but no one knew that he was married.
No one would believe it. Who would be willing to marry a person with a bad brain?
Su Yun's face suddenly became embarrassed. She had always thought that Zhou Zhuo had feelings for her, but he was not good at expressing it. The only thing missing between them was someone breaking the window paper.
She is the best and most beautiful girl in the class. Many boys secretly covet her and can't wait to throw themselves into her arms. There is no reason for Zhou Zhuo not to like her.
But she was rejected.
This time she was so ashamed that she had tears in her eyes. She had always been as proud as a peacock, but now she was being trampled underfoot.
I have a lover.
This sentence kept circling in her mind, lingering. Could his sweetheart be that rustic country girl? What was so good about that country girl? Besides being pretty, she had nothing else to offer him.
And Su Yun is elegant and intellectual, and comes from a well-off family, making her the perfect match for him.
Liu Ning said with a playful smile: "Su Yun, Zhou Zhuo doesn't want you, but I do. If you are nice to me, I will definitely hold you in my hands."
Liu Ning's father is the village head and his mother is a housewife. I heard that he raises a few pigs at home. If Su Yun falls in love with him, the smell of pig manure alone will make her sick to death.
"Get out of here." Su Yun's voice was low, but the anger coming from her chest made people feel scared.
Liu Ning wanted to say something when Yue Lining came in with a stack of papers.
Everyone immediately fled back to their positions...
The news of Su Yun's confession to Zhou Zhuo quickly spread among the senior high school students, and naturally reached Lin Qingqing's ears.
Zhou Zhuo was afraid that his wife would get angry, so he changed seats with Liu Ning after class. Liu Ning thanked him profusely.
After school, Zhou Zhuo waited for his wife to come out with a guilty conscience. He rode his bicycle with one of his long legs on the ground, and frequently turned his head to see if his wife came out.
He was prepared to be criticized.
Lin Qingqing came out surrounded by a group of classmates. She has now become the goddess in the eyes of the students in Class 11.
Because when they were checking the answers just now, she got almost all the liberal arts questions right, so everyone surrounded her and asked her many questions. If Lin Qingqing hadn't said she had something to do and had to leave, they would have continued asking questions for who knows how long.
Not far away, he saw Zhou Zhuo standing with his legs propped up waiting for him.
When Zhou Zhuo saw his wife coming towards him with a smile, he turned his head and coughed awkwardly. For some reason, he always felt that his wife's smile was different from usual, and he felt extremely uneasy.
Lin Qingqing didn't say anything. She just sat in the back before speaking: "Let's go..."
Zhou Zhuo pedaled a few times hurriedly, and the bicycle quickly sped out of the school. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Why didn't his wife ask? The more she didn't ask, the more anxious he became.
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