Chapter 503 Sour Plum Secret Love 38
In the office, Huang Xiumin was accepting praises and compliments from the teachers.
She was said to be lucky to have a good student like Li Lingyao, and the class average score in this monthly exam had improved.
The English teacher of Class 7 suddenly thought of something and asked.
"By the way, have you arranged everything I told you last time about changing Li Lingyao's seat?"
Huang Xiumin patted her chest and laughed so hard that two more wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes.
"Don't worry, I've already arranged this. Here's the seating chart for our class."
Huang Xiumin took out a copy of the seating chart and handed it to the English teacher.
The English teacher took it and glanced at it, then raised his eyes in surprise: "Why are Li Lingyao and Zhou Xun still sitting at the same table? Teacher Huang, your seat hasn't been changed, has it?"
Teacher Huang shook his head and explained in a serious tone.
"You don't understand. Li Lingyao is a good kid, but Zhou Xun also made great progress in this exam, which shows that sitting together will help improve the two of them. Separating them is not good."
Seeing that the English teacher had something to say, Huang Xiumin added.
"As for the premature love issue, I moved them both to the first row to prevent this. Under my nose, they wouldn't dare to do anything."
"What about Wang Jialiang and Chen Chi?"
"Oh, recently I plan to take advantage of Li Lingyao's support to rectify the atmosphere of Class 7, and I will start with Wang Jialiang and Chen Chi."
Wang Jialiang and Chen Chi in Class 7's classroom looked at their guardian thrones in the first row and wanted to kill themselves.
Wang Jialiang shouted from his seat: "I usually don't get angry because I'm magnanimous, but Lao Huang really went too far this time!"
Chen Chi looked up at him and said, "You're not angry because you're a coward."
Wang Jialiang: "...No, Chizi, which side are you from? Aren't you angry?"
Chen Chi shrugged: "I'll just let it be."
Wang Jialiang was dumbfounded, his eyes wide as copper bells: "You just let it go?"
"Let it be means that I am helpless, but let it be!"
Chen Chi couldn't help but grit his teeth when he finished speaking.
At this time, some people in Class 7 had already cleared their desks during the break and were walking in the aisle carrying their books.
Among them was Zhou Xun, who was lying on the table with a look of weakness as if he couldn't get up before seeing the seating chart.
Zhou Xun grunted as he moved the books from the last row to the first row.
His steps were brisk and his eyes were filled with an unconcealable smile.
Chen Chi and Wang Jialiang were amazed by what they saw.
Zhou Xun moved it for Lingyao first.
Lingyao's desk is very clean.
The books were also so clean that they looked as if no one had ever used them. Under the light, the paint on the cover still reflected a layer of light.
Zhou Xun first moved the books on the table over, then lowered his head to move the things in the box on the table.
He reached his arm under the table, picked up the book and took it out.
A pink color flashed before my eyes and fell to the ground.
Zhou Xun lowered his eyes.
Looking at the pink envelope lying on the ground, there was a heart drawn on the seal of the envelope with a black ballpoint pen.
"Love letter, Brother Xun, who wrote this to you?"
Wang Jialiang laughed happily, and when he looked up he met Zhou Xun's cold gaze.
"This was taken out from classmate Li's desk." Chen Chi suppressed his smile and reminded from the side.
Wang Jialiang's face changed, his back felt cold, and the smile on the corner of his mouth instantly turned into an awkward twitch.
Zhou Xun said nothing, picked up the envelope and put it back into the book.
Then he continued to move the books in silence.
When Lingyao came back from outside, the table had already been moved.
Zhou Xun was leaning on the table taking a nap.
He put the milk he bought on Zhou Xun's desk.
The movement is very light.
Zhou Xun opened his eyes first.
He was wearing a white cotton jacket today, and when he leaned on the table, his entire neck was tucked into his collar.
Show a pretty face.
His dark eyes fixed on the glass of milk on the table, then moved to Lingyao's face.
Look up from the table.
He took the milk, broke the straw, inserted it, and gulped down two gulps.
The voice when it first started sounded youthful and light.
"You have something in your box."
As she spoke, her long eyelashes blinked uncontrollably.
"What?" Lingyao asked as she bent down and looked down.
After a while, a pink envelope was taken out from the desk box.
Lingyao held up the envelope and glanced at Zhou Xun.
"Did you let it go?"
With a gulp, Zhou Xun swallowed another mouthful of milk.
The aroma of milk bloomed on the tip of his tongue, Zhou Xun lowered his eyes and spoke in a muffled tone.
"No."
"Oh." Lingyao responded after hearing this and put the love letter aside.
Zhou Xun grabbed the bottom of the new desk with his fingers.
I looked at the pink envelope a few times, but I couldn't help it.
"Don't you take a look?"
"If it's not written by you, why should I read it?"
Lingyao was still holding the book she had not finished reading, and on the corner of the table was her bottle of milk.
His fingers turned the pages without stopping for a moment.
His tone was neither hurried nor slow, and his expression was calm.
Zhou Xun's heart was pounding.
Somewhere in my heart felt like it was poked with a stick, and it suddenly felt sore and sank.
It was clearly the beginning of winter, a cold day, but I felt my fingers were burning and my whole body was warm.
In the blink of an eye, it was time to go home from school. Zhou Xun and his three friends prepared to celebrate because everyone, except Wang Jialiang, had achieved good results.
Finally, we decided to go to Zhou Xun’s house to cook hotpot.
The four of them walked out of the school gate laughing and talking happily, and even the cold wind could not blow away the vitality on their faces.
Somewhere outside the school gate, Zhou Zexing sat in the car, looking at the backs of the four people leaving with a gloomy expression.
The wheels skimmed across the ground and then stopped steadily.
Zhou Zexing slammed the car door and walked into the house. As soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Kaiming sitting on the sofa.
He paused, clenched his fingers around the straps of his schoolbag, and his expression grew even more gloomy.
"dad."
"You're back. I heard that you ranked second in the exam this time? Or were you more than 20 points behind the first place?" Zhou Kaiming sat on the sofa, the lenses under his gold-rimmed glasses flashing a cold light.
"The last time you weren't first, it was Zhou Xun who surpassed you."
Zhou Kaiming took out a lighter and cigarette case, lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth.
The smoke covered half of his face.
"It's fine if you can't compare to an illegitimate child, after all, he is my son, Zhou Kaiming. You can't even compare to a woman, Zhou Zexing, what do you have to be the heir of my Zhou family?"
Zhou Kaiming's scolding was like basins of ice water poured on Zhou Zexing.
Zhou Zexing felt like he was in an ice cellar in a house filled with air conditioning and heating.
Zhou Zexing gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, I won't do it next time. Besides, Zhou Xun's score this time is only outside the top 100, so he is not qualified to inherit the Zhou family."
Zhou Kaiming was silent for a moment and flicked the cigarette ash from his fingertips: "That's true, but I hope you won't let me down next time."
"I know, Dad. I have something else to do, so I need to go out for a while."
Zhou Kaiming nodded, and Zhou Zexing turned and left.
The moment he turned his back, his eyes were like indissoluble ink.
Bottomless.
Zhou Zexing went out and went to a cafe and made a phone call.
As the conversation deepened, the smile on his face grew deeper.
When he ended the call, a smug smile was on his face.
But when he came out, he found that the driver was missing.
Someone patted his shoulder twice and Zhou Zexing turned around.
Meet those cold eyes.