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    Strawberry 9: Hello, new deskmate

    He answered the phone and didn’t know what he said.Anyway, when he hung up the phone, his expression was ugly.

    The corners of his mouth that were originally slightly upturned are now completely downturned.

    As he passed her, he put the phone back into his trouser pocket in a very bad mood.

    He also handed the packaged strawberry cheese milk cap in front of her without even removing the straw, without looking at her, and said indifferently: “It’s for you.”

    “Ah?” She blinked and accepted it flattered.

    Then, I saw him walking further and further away.

    Shen Mengmeng thought that Yu Xiujin only came to school on a sudden whim. After all, he had already been admitted to University A.

    However, the next morning, he and Cheng Qi walked into the classroom shoulder to shoulder.

    When he passed her seat, he seemed to accidentally knock off the notebook she placed on the table.

    She subconsciously leaned over to pick it up. As soon as she touched the corner of the notebook, a hand with sharp bones picked it up before her.

    She looked at him in astonishment, and their eyes met.

    He suddenly smiled brightly, and his lower eyelids bulged beautifully.

    “Little strawberry.” He said softly, his eyes falling ambiguously on her breasts.

    She didn’t react at first, but when she saw him like this, she lowered her head and saw——

    Today she wore a denim jacket with a white tank top underneath. As she leaned over, most of her snow-white and plump breasts were exposed, as well as the seductive deep ravine in the middle.

    The little strawberry he mentioned refers to the strawberry-patterned underwear she was wearing.

    “You…” Did he do it on purpose?Just to get her to lean over and take a peek at her breasts?

    “Rogue!” She stood up in panic and covered her chest.

    He raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously.

    The last class in the afternoon is a fixed self-study class.

    The male squad leader wearing black-rimmed glasses, like a veteran cadre, slowly walked onto the podium.

    “Today we will draw lots to change seats. Let’s pack your things and try to change seats before school ends.”

    Then, he and the deputy monitor took a small cardboard box and asked the students to draw seat numbers from it one by one.

    As soon as Yu Xiujin unfolded the small piece of paper marked “36” in his hand, Cheng Qi came over.

    “You don’t even come to school anymore, so how can you get a seat? Tsk, this number, we are sitting at the same table again. We still have the same seats. It’s great. We don’t have to go to so much trouble to change seats.”

    Yu Xiujin turned a deaf ear and glanced at Shen Mengmeng with a pair of phoenix eyes, “What’s her number?”

    “I don’t know. Anyway, no matter what her number is, Si Ze will definitely find a way to share the same table with her.”

    Hearing this, Yu Xiujin frowned, why is it him again…

    “Then you switch with Shen Mengmeng.”

    “No, it doesn’t matter where I sit, but what if she refuses to change with me?”

    “As long as you say, you and I sit at the same table, she will definitely change with you.”

    “Brother, where do you get your confidence?”

    Cheng Qi originally wanted to tease him again, but suddenly, he remembered that in the third grade of junior high school, Shen Mengmeng, as one of the top ten in grade, proposed to sit at the same table with Yu Xiujin.

    After changing seats, the people in the classroom were almost gone.

    Shen Mengmeng stayed in the classroom habitually, wanting to study a little longer.

    In addition, there is another reason – Yu Xiujin, who is sitting at the same table with her, has not left yet.

    He was leaning on the back of the chair leisurely, with one slender leg lazily draped over the other. He was holding a book without a cover in his hand, and he was reading ten lines at a time, but his expression was very serious.

    Orange-red glow poured into the classroom, and the curtains were blown up by the wind, creating long and winding waves.

    The broken hair on his forehead was swaying in the wind, and his fair face was dyed with the gentle color of the setting sun.

    Shen Mengmeng’s cheeks turned red quietly.

    What to do?

    No matter how long she watched him, she still felt that he looked good.

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