After finally waiting for her to slow down, Jiang Haoyue, who was chasing hard behind her, barely managed to catch up with her.

A windy electric car appeared in the field of vision.

"Beauty, do you need a ride?" Cherry hairpins swayed in the air, the teenager braked the car and smiled at Lu Miao.

"Shi Che?" She saw him and felt strange: "Why are you here?"

"That's right." Shi Che answered vaguely.

Lu Miao stared at him and smelled an unusual breath.

"I don't think I come to No. 1 at noon every day. After you pick me up, you wait for me at the door all the time? Oh my God, it's a two-hour lunch break..."

"Wow," Shi Che interrupted her with a funny face: "You are so thick-skinned, do you think you are a fairy? I'll be around you every day when I have nothing to do?"

Think about it, although he is boring, he is not so boring.

Lu Miao nodded.

"Get in the car." He shifted his butt to give her plenty of space in the back seat.

The delinquent boy, carrying the mentally handicapped girl, rode a colorful electric car that sang, and roared away.

The girl hugged her schoolbag tightly, and the schoolbag full of exercise books was separated between them.

She sighed, her eyes heavy with thought.

Shi Che saw Jiang Haoyue standing at the school gate through the car's mirror. He held his leg, sweat on his forehead, and his eyes fixed on their car.

Shi Che didn't tell Lu Miao, he quickly rode away.

He was disappointed: Who in the world didn't know that Shi Che liked Lu Miao, and it was Lu Miao himself.

Secretly, the classmates secretly called Lu Miao "the president's wife of the basketball club" and "pusma", but he prevented it from reaching her ears, so no one dared to call her face to face. She was as famous at school as he was, and what was surprising was that she was serious… whole-heartedly learning.

Just study if you want to. On this point, Shi Che agrees with Jiang Haoyue.

He knew that Lu Miao studied very hard. He doesn't study, but he doesn't want to influence her.

Cycling all the way to the school, Lu Miao didn't tell Shi Che the reason why he showed up at the gate of a middle school early, so Shi Che didn't ask.

She was very grateful to him.

During the afternoon class, Lu Miao was restless.

After school, it was rare for the teacher not to drag the class, so she picked up her schoolbag and hurried home.

In the alley that must be passed home, Lu Miao kicked stones and waited for nearly 30 minutes, finally waiting for Jiang Haoyue... and Su Dafei beside him.

"Why is she here again!" Lu Miao was so angry that the stone under her feet was crushed by her.

The two walked side by side, Su Dafei raised her head and kept talking to Jiang Haoyue.

From a long distance, she could hear the girl's silver bell-like laughter.

When they got closer, Lu Miao noticed that they were holding hands - the accurate description was that Su Dafei's hands were on Jiang Haoyue's arms, but what was the difference? Jiang Haoyue let her go. Holding hands like that.

This scene was right in front of him, and Lu Miao saw it very clearly.

In my heart, it seemed that a bottle of seasoning jar had been knocked over, and all kinds of strange tastes were mixed together.

The energy that wanted to clean up Jiang Haoyue was gone. She squeezed her fist, but it felt empty, like she was pinching cotton, and she couldn't lift her strength.

"Hmph, Jiang Haoyue's puppy love was caught by me." Lu Miao pretended to be complacent and said to herself.

However, she did not rush to arrest them.

She didn't know why she didn't do that. She just hides quietly, watching their backs gradually fade away.

When they were gone, Lu Miao came out from the corner.

Under the street lamp, her shadow was drawn to a long, lonely, ghostly, lonely and ugly.

"Jiang Haoyue hates it the most!"

The dim-yellow street lamp was kicked a few times by the angry person, and the lamp shadow swayed innocently.

At noon at No. 1 Middle School, Lu Miao said to Jiang Haoyue, "If you have the ability, don't go home in this lifetime," but when she actually arrived at the door, she was the one who was hesitant.

When Jiang Haoyue was a freshman in high school, his mahjong parlour was closed and closed, so Jiang Yi went to work at the construction site. Unless Jiang Yi came back occasionally, he would be at Lu's house at night and eat with them.

If Jiang Haoyue dared to offend Lu Miao, he would have nothing to eat—of course it was impossible.

When Lu Miao got home, he was already eating.

Her parents didn't wait for her to come home, they would have dinner as long as Jiang Haoyue came back; if Lu Miao came back early, then they would still have to wait for Jiang Haoyue to come back.

From this, it can be seen that his and her status in the Lu family is higher and who is lower.

Kicking away the sneakers Jiang Haoyue had placed at the door of his house, Lu Miao bravely entered the house.

"Hey, you're a lot late today, the teacher is in detention?"

Lin Wenfang glanced at the clock on the wall and spoke to her daughter.

"Well," Lu Miao slopped down and glanced at the dining table: "Is Dad not at home?"

Lin Wenfang frowned and didn't answer anything.

She had only eaten half of the rice in the bowl, and she seemed to have lost her appetite suddenly, so she picked up her bowl and chopsticks and got up.

"I'm full. Let's eat with Xiaojiang. I've eaten all the rice in the rice cooker. Don't leave your father's. There's not enough soup left in the pot. I'm going into the room to rest."

"Mom?" Lu Miao put on her slippers and walked over, and her mother went directly into the kitchen.

In an instant, only she and Jiang Haoyue were left in the dining room.

He didn't mean to finish dinner quickly, and ate slowly.

Lu Miao didn't think about what to say to Jiang Haoyue for a while. She went back to her room and put away her schoolbag, ready to pack food for herself.

"It's already installed."

When she turned on the rice cooker, he reminded her aloud.

Lu Miao followed the voice and looked at the dining table. The bowl full of steaming white rice was placed where she was used to sitting.