How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Chuichi felt that this topic was not right, but there was nothing wrong with it.

She has no doubt that Lu Jiaheng is a leader, but she has never seen him take the initiative, let alone seduce.

Chuchi blinked, curiously leaning over: "How to seduce?"

The two shrank in the corner of the last row of the classroom. Lu Jiaheng sat next to the wall, and Chuchi sat next to him.

The classroom was full of people. The two of them were very quiet. Gu Han, who had finished with nail polish, heard it.

Gu Han was dumbfounded, trying to pull Chu Zhi to say something, and was not sure whether she should take care of it.

She patted Lin Tong next to her, pointing to the side: "What's the matter with these two people, and how did this pink glass come over? Isn't he a junior? What is he doing in the freshman elective course?"

Lin Tong didn't seem to care much: "Oh, I called him."

Gu Han: "..."

Gu Han shouted: "You traitor!"

Lin Tong said seriously: "I am a firm pink water glass party."

Gu Han frowned and lowered her voice and whispered: "But I don't think he's suitable for Ah Zhi, a little, how to say...not so serious? Ah Zhi really likes how he was bullied. do?"

Lin Tong looked at the teacher's impassioned speech with one hand on his chin: "Well, I also thought."

"What is it?"

Lin Tong didn't speak, and seemed to be in a daze.

Before I went to Cangyan Mountain, Lin Tong felt the same way.

And she didn't even think Lu Jiaheng had any other meanings for Chuichi at the time. At best, she was a little bit sympathetic or interested.

As a result, the crowd watched the crowd for a few days, and she felt that things seemed a little different from what she thought.

Especially when he was in the car when he came back, Lin Tong was actually not asleep at all.

She thought and grinned: "Don't worry, this little girl in our family is not stupid. You didn't look at her indifferent and heartless way. In the end, it is not necessarily who is bullied by whom."

Gu Han said with a blank expression: "I want to vote for a talented young senior who has never met him."

Lu Jiaheng said that he was helping to read the script, and he was really serious and very serious in helping Chu Garden to read the script.

Scrupulously careful, the two started from the first scene of the female shopkeeper. He would help analyze what expression each line should be like.

At the end of the day, Houchi had no get out of class. When the elective course was over, it was time to talk about the rival play between the knight and the female shopkeeper. At the end of the course, Houchi was ready to go directly to the drama club and say goodbye to Lin Tong Gu Han.

The heating in the classroom was very sufficient. Chuchi was wearing a lotus root pink mohair sweater. The person was lying on the table. The whole person looked fluffy and pointed at the script: "Am I going to be ashamed here?"

Lu Jiaheng paused and fell down, not very enthusiastic: "No."

At first glance: "Don't you?"

"Well, you have to show a little indifference here. Men of this type of cavaliers are just the type that gives a bit of color. In fact, the drama does not have to be completely read out. The actors have a little bit of their own understanding and the effect will be better."

At first glance, the face was clouded.

"For example, this paragraph--" Lu Jiaheng pointed to a paragraph in the script and continued seriously: "Here, the knight is about to leave the store. The female owner pretends to be very sad and fainted on the bed. He was hugged by the knight and the knight understood his intentions. It’s too fake. If you want to seduce a knight, you can’t be too proactive. You don’t care too much, so that he will feel a sense of frustration after he leaves.”

Chu Zhi was taught with humility: "Do you want to change it?"

"Change," Lu Jiaheng grinded the lower molar, Pi Xiaoluo said with a smile: "Let him go, and leave the shop quickly for Lao Tzu."

Chuichi: "..."

Chuichi sighed, worried: "Senior, that doesn't seem to seduce."

Lu Jiaheng said "Oh" and looked at her and asked her opinion: "Then how do you plan to come."

Chuichi frowned seriously and thought for a long time, without a word, for a while quiet.

Lu Jiaheng waited for a while, then suddenly said: "Anyway, you can't tell, let's try it."

Chuichi raised his head: "Ah?"

Suddenly his body collapsed and his back collapsed. The whole person leaned back and leaned back: "You treat me like a knight now."

Long legs stretched out sideways, Lu Jiaheng leaned closer without warning, raised his eyes and hooked his lips, lowered his throat meaningfully: "Come and seduce me to try?"

As the distance drew close, his dark eyes stared at her, his upper body tilted back subconsciously, and his face was red again.

The 200-meter sequelae of the previous sports meeting were followed by a seizure.

She raised her hand, covered her left ear, and immediately put it down again.

Lu Jiaheng stared at her closely, her smile deepened.

I found out some time ago, when she was embarrassed or guilty, she unconsciously dragged her earlobe or touched her ear.

Even small moves are so cute.

He licked his lips, chuckled, and turned harder and harder. The further she went, the more he moved forward, and his voice was soft: "Little Gardener, have you become more shy recently?"

Churi was originally sitting sideways in front of him. He moved a little forward and she moved a little back. Her upper body leaned back and forth. She grabbed the edge of the table and kept her shoulders in order to maintain balance. Started shaking.

She whispered in a low voice, anxiously said: "Don't go forward..."

At this time, the get out of class had been out for a while, and all the people in the classroom were gone. In the large empty classroom, only two of them were left in the last row.

The classroom on the first floor was covered with snow, like a thin layer of icing sugar on the chocolate cake.

The classroom has plenty of heating, and the warmth makes people feel hot even in their hearts.

Churi grabbed the back of the chair with one hand and the edge of the table with one hand, trying to push him, he couldn't make it, and felt like crying.

Just when she thought she was going to lie directly on the chair in the next second, Lu Jiaheng opened her lips slightly, suddenly exhaled a little, stretched her arms, and supported her back across her side.

The temperature in his palm was warm, and he held it firmly and firmly behind her back, holding her gently forward, and finally the man leaned back into the chair.

At first I was relieved, and when I came back, I frowned and frowned, and just when I was talking, the phone rang.

She flipped out and looked at the caller ID, which was a crisp "scholarship".

"..."

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, his mouth drooping.

After she hung up the phone, he raised his eyelids: "Going away?"

He nodded while deciding things first.

Lu Jiaheng was paralyzed in his seat and looked mournful: "Oh."

Chuichi didn't care much about him.

She packed the script and books in her schoolbag, and stood up again, grabbed her coat and shook it off, and after thinking about it, she should thank: "Senior, thank you today."

Lu Jiaheng turned around and leaned against the edge of the table to watch her slowly wear her coat, raised her hand to grab the white wool scarf on the back of the side chair and handed it over. She also stood up: "Go to the drama club?"

"Huh." Hatsumi took the scarf around, and the scarf was a little long. She circled it several times, dragged the scarf upside down, and sorted it out so that the scarf covered the tip of her chin.

She didn't tie her hair today, her long hair was scattered, and the white wool scarf was wrapped around in a circle, and the hair on it was hooped up like a small mushroom.

Lu Jiaheng's Erlang legs were put down, and the man stood up and grabbed his coat: "Come on, I'll send you, can I watch the rehearsal?"

Hatsuki had already armed his bulging bulge, and the scarf pulled up again, covering his mouth and nose, only showing his eyes outside.

This person just deliberately teased her to play, and now it looks like nothing happened if nothing happened, which is really too much.

Hakuchi hides the tip of his nose in a scarf and muffled his voice: "No."

Lu Jiaheng is like the protagonist in "bleah" who is ready to face the enemy's battle head-on. His coat is like a feather weave, and he is shaking handsomely. His coat is flying and put on himself.

Chuichi: "..."

Why is this person so self-talking!

Chu Garden couldn't leave, standing at the back door of the classroom and staring at him: "Senior, you are wrong."

Lu Jiaheng laughed softly, his expression ingenious and innocent and confused: "Huh?"

"Can you always be like this--" Churi frowned, thinking for a long time, and couldn't think of a suitable word that could express his own meaning.

He must be like this to pretty girls.

When I find it fun, I am amused, and then it looks like nothing happened if nothing happened.

If you don’t blush, don’t jump, so close.

How could there be such a **** man.

Why are there such excessive men.

The little emotions accumulated and swelled continuously, and the tip of the nose rubbed the scarf, his long eyes drooped, unhappy.

The voice was very low and muffled: "Lu Jiaheng is a bastard."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

In the rest area of ​​the bowling alley, Lu Jiaheng leaned back on the sofa and stared at the front in a daze.

Cheng Yi was carrying a ball in his hand, and stood humorously in front of the fairway, spinning and jumping.

Cheng Yioh also gave a whisper, and continued to dance and jump out of the curtain to exit, rubbing against Lu Jiaheng, and hooked him on the shoulder: "I am horrified recently, every day is in a daze, what soul has been taken away?"

A man next to him walked over and pressed the screen of the phone. The Arabic numerals on the stopwatch timer stopped: "For more than eight minutes, he stared at the ball for more than eight minutes without blinking. "

"How do you know he didn't blink."

"I keep staring."

"Then you are quite boring." Cheng Yi was speechless, patting Lu Jiaheng's shoulder, "Your Highness, do you have anything to tell me?"

Cheng Yi thought Lu Jiaheng would ignore him noblely and coolly, or say "you are busy" or something.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke lightly: "I was scolded."

Pinch the stopwatch to count the man who was standing next to him drinking water. He heard a sip of water, and the crystal clear water column drew a perfect arc in the air, which fell on Lin Baiyang's arm.

Master Lin was irritable, and he jumped two feet away while greeting his relatives. His facial expression was distorted by anger.

The stopwatch timer rubbed his sleeves on his clothes in random, and his eyes widened: "Who, men and women? What's the curse? Are you still alive?"

Lu Jiaheng didn't answer, and pursed his lips, revealing a slightly confused expression.

Cheng Yi coughed lightly, leaned to sit next to Lu Jiaheng and whispered: "Your elementary school girl scolded?"

Lu Jiaheng was absent-minded: "Well."

"What did you call me?"

"Son of a bitch."

Cheng Yi: "..."

Cheng Yi was shocked: "Lu Jiaheng, what the **** did you **** do to the little girl?"

Lu Jiaheng was too lazy to care about him.

He originally felt that things were going in a good direction.

For example, recently, as soon as he approached, Hakuchi would be shy, he would not dare to stare at him, and he would look away in a little panic.

This situation has not existed before.

As a result, he was scolded.

Not only was he scolded, for the last few days after that day, the phone was not answered, the text message was sinking into the sea, and even his young comrade Lin Tong was silent.

Thinking of her rehearsing a play, she wanted to play against a "primary" who didn't know which one, and she didn't know why she was angry because of this.

This kind of emotion was completely influenced by a girl, and he had never felt it before.

He was paralyzed on the sofa without bones, his long legs slightly curved, frowning, and thin lips curled into a line.

Cheng Yi pinched his throat and said sharply, "Our Crown Prince is so handsome when he looks down~~"

Lin Baiyang rolled his eyes: "Fool."

There was another fierce battle between the two of you. The man who stopped the stopwatch for a long time also heard that it was because the girl passed through the battlefield unharmed, poked her **** to Lu Jiaheng, and held the finger to the old god. : "Brother Heng, look, the woman is nothing but a man like a man, a house, a ticket--"

He paused deliberately for a while, for a long while, he said meaningfully: "The root of life."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."