Zhang Shu opened all the gifts before going to bed.

If it has a name, just return it when no one is around. If it has no name, just leave it in a corner to gather dust. If you put yourself in their shoes, it’s a bit pitiful, but not unfair. You can’t even write a name on a gift, let alone write those long love stories. How can he guess who it is? He’s not a god.

As luck would have it, it was that nameless gift that made him feel like a god - he could guess who the gift was from with just his toes.

Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China.

The catalogue also has stars and highlights: [The crime of producing, copying, publishing, selling and disseminating obscene/indecent materials for profit].

There is also a handwritten note on the side: Even if there is no actual profit, the charges will be established and it is a crime.

How thoughtful.

The handwriting was not hers, it was written in a sloppy and untidy manner, like a man's.

If you want to cover it up, it will become more obvious.

Zhang Shu couldn't even laugh. He really underestimated her. She was always trembling with fear, and no one could tell that she was such a powerful person at critical moments.

If he is a god, then she is a bodhisattva, trying to save all living beings.

He accepted the gift and had no intention of returning it or letting it gather dust.

Zhang Shu opened the packaging of the knee pads and cut off the label - he would wear them during physical education class when school officially started.

Scare her.

Shengxia is now very skilled at riding a bike and always takes a shortcut through the Wenbo Park.

At six o'clock in the morning, the wind was cool, the cicadas were chirping, and the world had just woken up.

She didn't expect to run into Zhang Shu. At this point, the crazy person who was always looking for places to visit shouldn't have woken up yet...

She saw him coming out of the apartment building without riding a bike. She walked past him in silence.

"midsummer!"

Shengxia pressed the brakes and turned around.

"Give me a ride?" Zhang Shu patted Xiaobai's seat and said naturally.

"What..." Shengxia was wearing a helmet with earmuffs. She suspected that she had heard it wrong and murmured.

"My car has just dropped off at school. Give me a ride."

Huh? How do I carry this...

Xiaobai is a two-seater donkey, but it is obviously a girl's car and is very small. It's not impossible to take him with me, but there is not enough space... How come the two of us will bump into each other?

"I've never brought anyone with me before..." She declined politely, "I'm afraid I won't be able to drive steadily."

Zhang Shu said, "Come down."

Shengxia: “Hmm?”

Zhang Shu: "I'll take you."

midsummer:……

No one can save a person with refusal difficulties, silence is the midsummer this morning.

Shengxia had no choice but to get off the car. When Zhang Shu sat on it, the shock absorbers bounced. Shengxia felt that Xiaobai was bearing a weight that he had never borne before in his life.

Zhang Shu obviously noticed it and asked, "How much do you weigh?" She got in and out of the car, and the height of the car didn't change at all.

"96." She said in a low voice.

"How high?"

At this time he was already sitting in the car, and she was standing beside him, much taller than him.

"166..."

Zhang Shu actually had no idea how much 166cm should weigh.

He just looked her up and down: "Eat more."

midsummer:……

As he looked at her, he noticed her slightly red and swollen forearm. "Where's the writing on her arm? Didn't you come to visit her every morning and evening?"

Shengxia subconsciously hid her arms behind her body.

God knows how long it took her to get it off last night.

Ordinary cleaning products were of no help at all. She used Wang Lianhua's cleansing oil to remove some of the makeup, but there was still some residue, which she had to rub off vigorously with palm hair.

Her skin was originally fairer and softer than others, and after all this torture it looked as if it had been peeled off.

Thinking of this unprovoked disaster, Shengxia was a little annoyed and said angrily: "Who writes on their body? In ancient times, it was called tattooing, which was a very harsh punishment. It was a shame and a sin. Although I wrote your name wrong, it is not a sin, and..."

Her voice gradually weakened, with a hint of anger but not words, "Besides, you are not the emperor..."