Chapter 264
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An Xiaxia nodded excitedly, "Okay, let's go eat drumsticks!"
Sheng Yize's smile collapsed.
The dress that had been specially made for her and everything that had been meticulously prepared for her couldn't compare to a chicken drumstick that made her sad …
He had internal injuries.
"What do you think? You don't like it? "An Xiaxia blinked her big eyes," It's even better if you don't like it. Give me your share! Roar ~ "
What should she do? She was so happy. She had a beautiful dress and drumsticks to eat. An Xiaxia felt that this was the happiest moment in the world.
Sheng Yize looked helpless. After a long time, he sighed, "As long as you're happy."
What an idiot.
Didn't she know what it meant when a guy asked a girl to dance?
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Christmas this year was Saturday and Friday was Christmas Eve. Everyone in class was giving out peace fruits and gifts.
An Xiaxia received a lot but compared to Sheng Yize, it was nothing.
His drawers were full and his desk was full of gifts. It looked very exaggerated.
The class monitor got him a big cardboard box and helped him put everything inside.
An Xiaxia watched them work and bit her fingers.
Hmm … He was as popular as ever.
"How old are you? Do you know how many germs there are on your fingers?" Sheng Yize's deep voice made An Xiaxia pull her fingers back.
She muttered, "Sheng Yize, why are you nagging more than my dad …"
Sheng Yize was speechless, "Idiot, I don't care."
An Xiaxia continued to bite her fingers.
After class, Su Xiaomo sneaked over with a paper bag in her hand and asked nervously, "Xiaxia, how about I give this to He Jiayu?"
"Huh?" An Xiaxia looked at it. It was a handmade scarf!
"Oh my god, Momo, did you knit this yourself?" An Xiaxia's eyes widened.
Su Xiaomo didn't look like a little girl who knew how to knit towels …
Su Xiaomo beamed, "Of course, this is the result of half a month of painstaking work …"
Before she could finish her sentence, the paper bag in her hand was snatched away by someone. It was the famous troublemaker in the class — Nangong Jing.
"Wow, Sister Mo, did you knit this? Tsk tsk, why is there a hole here? And this one, the stitches are too dense! "Nangong Jing laughed loudly, attracting the attention of the whole class.
Su Xiaomo panicked. "Are you crazy? Give me back my stuff!"
"I won't return it, I won't return it!" Nangong Jing made a face at her. "I thought of a song called 'Knitting a Sweater'. Let me sing it for everyone. I love you deeply, but you love an idiot. The idiot doesn't love you, but you still knit a sweater for the idiot …"
He sang with great emotion, and his deliberately funny look made the whole class roar with laughter.
Su Xiaomo's face was flushed. She was usually very open with her classmates because of her tomboyish personality.
If it was an ordinary joke, she definitely wouldn't mind.
But now … She glanced at He Jiayu helplessly. He was still reading a physics book, as if the farce around him had nothing to do with him.
She didn't know why, but Su Xiaomo felt very sad and lost her temper. "Give me back my stuff!"
Nangong Jing's singing stopped abruptly, and he looked at Su Xiaomo with surprise.
"Tsk, it's just a broken scarf … You want to give it to someone, but they might not want it …"
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