During the lunch break, Huo Ziming still sat upright in his seat and practiced calligraphy.
His calligraphy is very beautiful, with dragons and phoenixes dancing, and his pen moves like dragons and snakes...
(This is much better than his father...=.=)
Next to his seat, there was a crowd of little girls surrounding him as usual.
"Ziming, Ziming, your handwriting is very good~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
"The prince is the prince, he is so good in everything~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
"Prince, if you write a letter later and give it to me, okay? I'll use the best picture frame, imported from France, and hang it on my bedside, okay?"
But no matter what the nymphomaniac little girls said, classmate Huo Ziming still had no expression on his face.
All his eyes were focused on the white paper in front of him, and his slender fingers slowly exerted force. His demeanor was leisurely, but also full of impatience, which made people completely forget that he was just a ten-year-old boy.
It's the enlightened monk... Uh... what kind of metaphor is this... How can there be such a handsome enlightened monk...
Just at this time.
Situ Moli came over.
She was wearing a pink dress, which made her face look as pretty as a flower.
The bow on her head is a limited edition of a certain brand this year, and the Swarovski crystals on it sparkle.
After all, the other little girls were a little afraid of Situ Moli.
I couldn't help but whisper, this princess ran to the prince's seat, what was she doing?
Could it be that the princess couldn't help it and wanted to confess her love to the prince?
All eyes were fixed on Situ Moli and then on Huo Ziming.
In fact, from the looks of it, the two of them match up quite well, both have faces that are so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.
But Huo Ziming was obviously much calmer and extremely calm.
But Situ Moli's pretty and proud face was tense, and her cherry lips were biting hard.
She was obviously very nervous.
Indeed, Jasmine's heart was beating fast.
She didn't know what Huo Ziming thought of her. In fact, she still hoped that he could look at her respectfully like other people, partly for her own status, and generally for her beauty that she was proud of.
little face.
Will he...like her as much as she...likes him?
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Song Xiaoxue followed Situ Moli and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, hey, are you going to give way? The princess is coming, how dare you not give way, do you want to die?!"
The other girls did not dare to confront Situ Moli head-on, so they could only obediently make way for Jasmine.
But it was obvious that he had opinions too.
Song Xiaoxue escorted Jasmine to Huo Ziming.
But Huo Ziming still wrote calmly, not taking the two arrogant little girls in front of him seriously at all.
His writing was leisurely and vigorous, and he even had a slight smile on his face.
"Hello!!!!"
Song Xiaoxue shouted: "Huo... Huo Ziming, what are you doing standing there? The princess is here and you haven't seen her yet?"
Jasmine frowned lightly, feeling very unhappy. Why did Xiaoxue say this?
She coughed: "Xiaoxue, don't say that..."
"Oh, Jasmine, you are such a nice person. This Huo Ziming has been transferring here for so long, but he still doesn't even come over to have a word with you. Does he take our princess seriously?"