Quick Wear: Men who steal the heroine will become addicted

The classes were divided during the second semester of the first year of high school. It was said that a very beautiful girl would transfer to Class 8.

The class was so happy that they beat drums and gongs.

You know, Class 1 in each grade means seed players, all science experts, small class teaching, with a maximum of twenty people in a class.

Among these twenty people, there are seventeen boys and three strong and powerful women.

And now, the rumored school beauty is about to become the twenty-first.

Everyone seemed extremely excited. The girls were rejoicing that they had a new best friend, and the boys were secretly happy that there would finally be a pretty girl in their class.

Only Luo Huaixu, a member of the student committee, seemed indifferent.

Even the second-place student in the class was always 20 or 30 points ahead of him, so he didn't really care how good that girl was and asked the head teacher to make an exception.

On the first day the girl moved in, she was followed by a tall boy, whose strong arms easily carried a large stack of textbooks and study materials.

Luo Huaixu couldn't help but take another look.

They seemed to have a good relationship, talking and laughing.

Because Qiao Chu came suddenly, there were no extra tables and chairs in the classroom. The boy put down his textbook and went out for a while, then brought in a new set of tables and chairs.

The classmates laughed mischievously and joked with each other.

"Wow, Qiao Chu is worthy of being the school belle, she is so beautiful, she can become a star!"

"That's his boyfriend, right? Huo Xun from the elite physical education class. Someone saw them going home together before..."

"Ah, going home together, wouldn't that mean they..."

"Yeah, yeah, they're a single man and a single woman, maybe they've already gotten together."

Luo Huaixu usually wouldn't care about these things during the break, but that day, for some unknown reason, he slammed the table and said, "Everyone, be quiet. If you have anything to say, go to the balcony."

He took out the exercise book from the drawer and was about to consolidate what he had just learned when the girl's neat skirt brushed against his desk, bringing with it a faint scent of lavender.

It should be the smell of laundry detergent, but Luo Huaixu's ears started to feel hot for some reason.

"You are the student council member, right? Thank you. My name is Qiao Chu, I'm new here. If there is anything I don't understand, please help me."

Luo Huaixu didn't look up and replied calmly, "Well, no need to thank me. Just come to me if you have anything."

The boy named Huo Xun helped her move books and tables, but she didn't say thank you. She was just enforcing discipline casually, so there was nothing to thank him for.

But she just said thank you.

Qiao Chu walked from the aisle to the back and sat down.

The sly-looking monitor winked at Luo Huaixu, "You're quite good, kid. Shouldn't the new students come to me when they have problems? Why did they have to come to you?"

Luo Huai preface: "If your math, physics, and chemistry scores were ten points higher than hers, I think she would be willing to look for you."

What he didn't expect was that after just a few polite words, the girl really came to him for something in the middle of the fourth physical education class.

The girl's face was pale. She covered her lower abdomen and moved to his desk at a snail's pace. She bit her lip and spoke.

"Student Councillor, I'm... on my period and the pain is so severe I can't walk. Could you please buy me some painkillers and..."

It seems that she has asked for leave. Everyone else in the class is still taking physical education class. Luo Huaixu is preparing for the competition and has specially asked for leave to avoid going.

Luo Huaixu frowned slightly, spread his school uniform on the stool, helped her sit down, and took the campus card, "Wait for me for a moment."

Looking at the young man's anxious back, Qiao Chu lazily crossed his legs, with a faint curve at the corner of his lips, and he didn't look like a sick person at all.

Well, so innocent, she even blushes and wants to play.

The balance in Qiao Chu's campus card was not enough to pay for sanitary napkins, so Luo Huaixu used his own campus card to help her.

But Luo Huaixu would never forget the meaningful look in the aunt's eyes when she swiped the card. His ears felt hot and swollen, his temples were buzzing, and his mind went blank.

The canteen and the school clinic were a bit far apart, so Luo Huaixu ran the whole way and it took him ten minutes to go back and forth.

The girl lay on his desk, holding her stomach, her hair soaked with cold sweat, and she looked extremely pitiful.

Luo Huaixu took her cup and filled it with warm water, handed her the painkillers, and she drank the water and swallowed the medicine obediently.

"Can you... still walk?"

Even if he didn't understand common sense about girls' lives, Luo Huaixu knew that he had to go to the bathroom to change that thing.

Qiao Chu stood up straight by holding on to the table, and just after taking two steps, he fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength.

Luo Huaixu caught her, and then uncontrollably carried her to the bathroom door.

After she came out, we sent her to the school clinic to rest.

Because it was class time, not many people saw it, but when Luo Huaixu returned to the classroom, he found that the bright red on his school uniform and his earlobes were becoming more and more swollen.

That day, the student council member who was considered a model for answering questions was criticized by the teacher for the first time because he wrote the answer and question number in the wrong place on the quiz.

Since then, a certain girl who is very familiar with him has been pestering him.

I look for him when I eat, when I go to physical education class, when I don’t know how to do my homework, and even when I go to and from school, I have to walk with him.

Luo Huaixu is not a person who is good at breaking his promises.

Over time, he would pick out the dishes she liked, so that the table would be filled with her favorite dishes;

When doing exercises, I would unconsciously look for her figure. The arc of the girl's ponytail swaying gently seemed to be more magical than that of others.

He would ask the driver to pick her up from school and take her home, he would take the time to prepare various holiday gifts for her, and he would find ways to help her improve her weak math grades.

Memories are always sweet but mixed with broken glass.

To Luo Huaixu, Huo Xun is a piece of broken glass. He tries to confirm the relationship between Qiao Chu and Huo Xun, but the girl doesn't care much about his feelings.

"Huo Xun and I have been playing together since we were little. If anything was going to happen, it would have happened a long time ago, don't you think? My college bully?"

Of course not. Luo Huaixu always felt that the intimacy between her and Huo Xun had gone beyond ordinary friendship.

He tried countless times to get to the bottom of this issue, but in the end, he was the one who was ruled out.

This time, he had learned to be quite smart and hid his jealousy very well, and she also let down her guard and firmly chose him.

Luo Huaixu rarely showed his emotions, but the moment Qiao Chu took the love letter, he curled the corners of his lips provocatively towards Huo Xun.

A bootlicker is always a bootlicker, and he is Qiao Chu's boyfriend who she took the initiative to get close to. There is really no need to go to great lengths to be jealous of anyone.

Luo Huaixu held the girl's tender hand, interlocking their fingers tightly, silently declaring his sovereignty to all the men present.

A long time ago, Qiao Chu learned a popular joke from the Internet to tease him, "Holding you with my left hand, holding a pen with my right hand, living up to my youth and living up to you, how about it, are you in love?"

Luo Huaixu glanced at his right hand, which was being held, and smiled gently, "That's good. I can also learn to hold a pen with my left hand."

Later, the seats in the class were changed, and Qiao Chu and Luo Huaixu became deskmates. He did his homework with his left hand all day long and never missed any opportunity to hold hands with Qiao Chu.

Even if your palms are sweaty, wipe them off with a tissue and continue holding hands.

Qiao Chu pinched the thin callus on his right middle finger from holding the pen, and couldn't help teasing him, "Luo Huaixu, do you believe that 1+1=3?"

Luo Huaixu nodded indulgently, "You can do whatever you want. I miscalculated before. Let's calculate it slowly from now on, together, for the rest of our lives."