653: C653 Deliver

C653 Deliver

Yang Songshu had already brought the cake to the class, waiting for Xue Xue'er to show up and give it to her. Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, Xue Xue'er still did not appear.1

He frowned and was thinking about why she had not come yet. Finally, the bell rang in class. She carried her bag and stepped into the classroom.

Her footsteps were a little messy, but she still quickly returned to her seat. Before Teacher Huang came, she took out the stationery and textbooks from her schoolbag at lightning speed and spread them out.

From Yang Songshu's angle, he could see her body moving up and down. It was obvious that she was running too fast and was breathing heavily.

Because Teacher Huang was already here, it was not easy to take out the cake box that he hid in the drawer. That excited and excited heart was gradually put back into his stomach. Forget it, let's talk about it in the next class.

His deskmate was curious. It was rare that he did not put his attention on the test paper and was looking at him absent-mindedly.

He quietly nudged Yang Songshu's arm with his elbow. While Teacher Huang was writing, he asked in a low voice, "Why are you always distracted today? I heard that your grades are very good?"

He had only heard the legend of Yang Songshu from Second Senior High School later on. Everyone said that his health was not good, but his brain was smarter than anyone else. He had won many awards in succession. When the boy had seen his notes the last time, in his heart, he admired his deskmate even more.

He could not help but wonder, who was the best between Yang Songshu and Xue Xue'er? But looking at these two people who seemed to be very familiar with each other, he did not want to ask this.

"It's normal, you have something to do?" Yang Songshu casually said, then his gaze turned from Xue Xue'er's direction to his deskmate. His gaze carried a lot of probing, and for a moment, even the boys were afraid of him.

He guiltily raised his hand to support his glasses and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I just care about you."

Yang Songshu's silence further confirmed the rumors from before. He did not want to talk to Yang Songshu anymore. He turned around and continued to play with his small world.

"Okay, students, this class ends here. If you have any questions, come to the office to find me." Teacher Huang left with the cup and the textbook. Once he left, it was as if he had released his nature.

It was noisy, and all the boys and girls were chattering away. They all cherished the rare time between classes and were racing against time. Some of them even took out the poker cards they had bought.

Instantly, the back row of the classroom became a poker area, and it was extremely noisy.

Fortunately, Yang Songshu and Xue Xue'er sat in the front row. Yang Songshu was not affected by the atmosphere at the back at all. He finally had a chance to take out the cake in his drawer.

"Xue'er, Xue'er, take a look."

After sweeping away the coldness just now, Yang Songshu suddenly had a trace of gentleness on his body. He looked even more like a firework. With a smile on his face, he pushed something from his own table in front of Xue Xue'er as if he was presenting a treasure.

Xue Xue'er's pupils dilated slightly. Heavens, such a big cake. Seeing that many of her classmates were focusing on her, she frowned slightly and said, "Songshu, what is this?"

"I specially made it for you."

It was rare for him to lower his head shyly like a little boy, with a faint blush on his face.

Xue Xue'er did not notice his expression. Her mind was focused on his words. She was a little surprised and even curious. "This was made by you personally? How long did you spend?"

"It didn't take long. I made this for you with my own hands."

He casually and casually brought along all of his hard work for the entire afternoon. If Yang's mother knew, she would definitely shake her head. This silly child.

Xue Xue'er had not eaten cake for a long time. With the current situation in their family, they could not afford to eat cake often. However, if she made it by herself, she could indeed save a lot of money.

However, she did not have the intention of keeping the cake. "Songshu, I don't need it. You can keep it for yourself."

Yang Songshu was anxious when he heard that. He would not listen to her no matter what. "No, you must take the cake."

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