Lu Ming squinted his eyes slightly, quietly observing Tao Xinyi's careful look, maintaining even breathing, pretending not to know, allowing her to touch the back of his hand, waiting for further actions, like a very patient hunter trapping a curious little beast.<

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However, touching the back of the hand is enough stimulation in Tao Xinyi's opinion.

Lu Ming stayed up for several days without sleeping, and did not wait for her to make further movements. Gradually, he got used to her touching him from time to time, and fell into a deep sleep.

During lunch break, everyone lies on the table and sleeps. Some people can't sleep and quietly endorse books, while some people sleep too much and snore like crazy.

Tao Xinyi put her hand on the back of Lu Ming's hand and fell asleep. A little light leaked in through the curtains, giving a glimpse of the secret.

The weather is getting colder day by day, and even winter school uniforms seem thin. Most students will wear a down jacket on top of their school uniforms to keep out the cold.

In order to prevent the cold wind from pouring into the classroom, the windows are closed tightly.

The lack of ventilation for most of the day makes the room filled with a strange smell. However, students are often in this environment, and their noses lose their ability to understand, while teachers can clearly feel it.

As soon as the Chinese teacher Qin Ya walked into Class 3, she was hit by the strange smell. She frowned and said: "Students sitting by the window, open the window to let in the wind. The smell is so strong, can't you smell it?

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"Sister Qin, we are cold." Lin Xuan looked at Qin Ya pitifully, and the hand holding the pen turned purple from the cold.

"This smell is too weird. Let's just open the window for five minutes. I can't breathe." Qin Ya did not continue to argue with Lin Xuan and opened the window closest to the podium.
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When one window is opened, all the warmth in the classroom escapes, and the other three windows are also opened one after another.

Lu Ming pushed open the window, took a deep breath of air-conditioning, opened the zipper of his down jacket, and let the cold wind fill the school uniform, freezing him up and suppressing the torturous sleepiness.

Although people don’t need to hibernate, they still want to hide under the quilt in the cold and have a good sleep.

Tao Xinyi, who was afraid of the cold, gave up taking notes and put her cold hands in her pockets to keep out the cold.

Some students put on gloves because they were afraid of cold hands, but Tao Xinyi felt that wearing gloves would affect the writing experience and make writing ugly, so she did not wear gloves even if her hands hurt from the cold.

When the five minutes were up, probably because the students were too serious in class, no one stood up and closed the window.

Lu Ming felt that opening the window was just the moment to wake up from his drowsiness, so he didn't want to close the window. He listened carefully to Qin Ya's lecture on poetry appreciation. Suddenly he felt a cold feeling on the back of his hand. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that it was Tao Xinyi who put her hand on the back of his hand.

"I'm so cold." Tao Xinyi looked at Lu Ming aggrievedly and sighed softly.

Lu Ming's attention fell on her hand, he smiled and said, "I'll close the window."

The glass was blown cold by the wind. Lu Ming's heart felt a little hot, his eyes were bright, and he closed the window with a "bang".

She is used to touching me, and she subconsciously dared to touch me when I was awake, which is good.

When Tao Xinyi realized that she had touched Lu Ming's hand while she was awake, her whole body became nervous and heated up. Seeing that his expression was normal, she gradually calmed down. But she was also a little disappointed. I even touched his hand.

He should say something to me...

Someone took the lead and the other three windows were closed one after another. Qin Ya had been in the classroom for a long time and gradually got used to the strange smell. After seeing the windows closed, Zhao Mengpeng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Mengpeng, a Chinese class representative, works hard every time he reads, but shouting while reading hurts his throat. After early self-study, he felt a sting in his throat and some signs of a runny nose. When the cool breeze blew, his throat was sore.

Itchy and want to cough.

Whatever is scary comes, Zhao Mengpeng's throat is inflamed, his breathing is itchy, and his desire to cough is almost uncontrollable.

Later, Lin Xuan was infected by Zhao Mengpeng, and they continued to infect other people, and then a widespread cold broke out in the third shift.

Unlike a fever, a cold is like cutting flesh with a dull knife.

The discomfort seems to be bearable, but it heals slowly and feels uncomfortable all the time. Some healthy Du Miaomiao wore blue masks to prevent infection, but most of those who were too lazy to wear masks were infected.

One didn't recover, and the other was infected again. The whole third class was coughing one after another.

Although Lu Ming felt wearing a mask was boring, he insisted on wearing it in order to avoid catching a cold. Tao Xinyi also put on a mask, revealing only a pair of bright peach blossom eyes.

When the weather gets cold, Tao Xinyi also likes to put her hand on the back of Lu Ming's hand during her lunch break. It feels very warm, like a warm baby.

They often walk by the river without getting their shoes wet. Their little tricks were eventually discovered.

Sun Huaqing, who was sitting in the front row, had a cold and a sore throat and couldn't sleep during the lunch break, so he planned to memorize books. When he turned to take the textbook out of his schoolbag, he saw Tao Xinyi's hand on the back of Lu Ming's hand.

The pleasure of spying on gossip made her a little excited.

Sun Huaqing scanned the two of them carefully, trying to detect any special adultery. But except for the folded hands, she saw no evidence, and she was a little unwilling.

Now that she saw the gossip, she wanted to talk about it.

If the relationship between Lu Ming and Tao Xinyi cannot be determined, she is spreading rumors. Sun Huaqing is only interested in spreading gossip, not spreading rumors.

At this moment, an uncontrollable itching stuck to Sun Huaqing's throat like ants crawling, and she couldn't help but cough lightly.

Lu Ming, who was not asleep, raised his eyes and met Sun Huaqing's gaze, his pupils contracted.

Lu Ming glanced at the sleeping Tao Xinyi, slowly sat up straight, stared at Sun Huaqing, and said in a weak voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Are you in love?" Sun Huaqing asked in a low voice, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"No."

"That's impossible. She has put her hand on yours. How could she not be in love?"

Lu Ming's eyes gradually cooled down, and he held Tao Xinyi's hand with his backhand and said: "This is what you see, but we are not in love. That's it. Don't talk about it outside, it will affect your study."

"You guys made it first, why don't you let us talk about it?" Sun Huaqing said unceremoniously.

Originally, Lu Ming and Sun Huaqing were both poor students, but in the past month or so, Lu Ming has made such rapid progress, while Sun Huaqing has stayed still.

But I obviously worked hard, why. Why could Lu Ming progress so fast? He shouldn’t have progressed so fast!

Thinking of this, Sun Huaqing wanted to tell this matter even more.

Lu Ming frowned slightly, said nothing, and looked at Sun Huaqing with cold eyes in silence.

Sun Huaqing was a little frightened and said warily: "What do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!