Chapter 1

When Chuchu's schoolbag was thrown down from the balcony on the fifth floor, she had just followed the head teacher to complete the admission procedures in the Academic Affairs Office.

In the open space in front of the teaching building, books and test papers were scattered. She gasped and ran over, bent down to pick them up one by one.

The slow movements and clumsy figures made the group of boys watching the fun in the corridor on the fifth floor laugh.

Chuchu ignored them. She held the black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, focused on finding her schoolbag, looked around and searched for her for a long time, and even swept the corner of the flower bed, but she could not see her schoolbag.

The scorching sun in midsummer sprinkles mottled tree shadows through the treetops.

Chuchu stood silently under the tree for a while, not knowing what to do.

It was at this moment that a basketball flew over her head, drew a charming parabola, and steadily hit the schoolbag hanging on the treetops.

The schoolbag and basketball landed at the same time.

Chuchu turned around in surprise and saw a boy wearing a black sweatshirt on the playground, looking at her from afar.

He is tall and looks strong, with smooth and firm muscle lines on his arms, and his firm skin is honey-colored in the sun.

It's class time now, and he is the only one alone in the playground.

Chuchu ran over and picked up the basketball first and threw it to him with force.

The basketball flew out, but it barely hit the tree trunk, and bounced back again, almost hitting Chuchu right away. She quickly covered her head and avoided her eyes, full of fear.

The boy held his arms, admired her clumsy actions, and an indistinct smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chuchu picked up the basketball again, walked closer to him this time, came to the side of the playground, and threw the ball to him.

He raised his slender and muscular arms, took the basketball steadily, turned around, took off, and a beautiful three-pointer, and the basketball entered the basket.

Chuchu hurriedly withdrew her gaze, picked up the schoolbag and textbooks on the ground, and hurriedly walked towards the teaching building.

In English class, young female teacher wearing black-framed glasses holding chalk and writing short sentences quickly on the blackboard.

It was not until the classmate laughed a few times that she turned around and caught a glimpse of Chuchu who had been standing at the door, and said coldly: "Why are you here now?"

Chuchu held her schoolbag tightly, lowered her head, and watched her toes silent.

"What do you mean when you ask, what does it mean to not say anything?"

Chuchu pursed her lips tightly and her brows frowned, looking very nervous and very panicked.

The class was quiet, and even the boys playing games in the back row couldn't help but look up to watch the show.

She blushed and just didn't speak.

The English teacher thought Chuchu did it on purpose, so she raised the volume: "Are you mute?"

Chu Chu lowered her head and shook it gently, but she still said nothing.

"Teacher, she just went to register for admission with the class teacher."

Chuchu’s deskmate, a tall and beautiful girl stood up to explain to her.

The English teacher looked a little relieved, guessing that because she was a freshman, introverted and had not been able to adapt to the new environment, she no longer made things difficult for her and said, "Come in, I will not be late for my class in the future."

Chuchu held her schoolbag and slowly returned to her position, put her schoolbag back to her desk, and pulled out the English book.

The girl beside Chuchu looked at her carefully and whispered to her: "My name is Liang Qian."

Chuchu didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly to her and her eyes dodged.

The class teacher has reminded the students that the new transfer student suffers from severe psychological disorders, is introverted and autistic, and is a little stuttering. The students cannot make fun of her and treat her as a normal person.

Liang Qian was prepared for a long time, so she didn't mind Chuchu's silence and opened her English textbook.

"Chuchu, you are so good. On the first day of coming to school, you offended Young Master Qiao from our class."

Just now, Qiao Chen asked someone to throw Chuchu's schoolbag out of the balcony. He was arrogant and domineering, which made the entire corridor on the fifth floor boil.

Chu Chu listened to her words silently, pursed her dry lips without saying a word.

Liang Qian opened the English book for her and warned her seriously: "You are a newcomer. I must remind you that there are two boys in our class, so you must not mess with them."

Chuchu finally raised her eyes and looked at her in confusion.

Seeing Chuchu interested, Liang Qian was excited and lowered her voice and said to Chuchu: "One is Qiao Chen, the young master of the Qiao Group. Relying on his family's wealth, he acted as a hero in his class and formed cliques. If you provoke him, I'm afraid your life will not be better in the future."

Chu Chu lowered her eyes, but she actually didn't want to.

Liang Qian turned around carefully and looked at the empty space in the last classroom.

"There is another one, Lu Chuan."

Chuchu felt a sudden heart.

Lu Chuan, Lu Chuan...

She remembers this name!

Lu Chuan was the only bright color of her closed and dark childhood. Although the time she accompanied her was short, she was her only friend.

Liang Qian did not notice Chuchu's strangeness, and she continued to popularize science: "Lu Chuan is a third generation of the army, his father is the leader, and he lives in a courtyard.

If you want to talk about Lang, no one can compare to him, and Qiao Chen can't do it."

Liang Qian said slowly: "In our class, only Lu Chuan can compete with Mr. Qiao.

They have a bad relationship and are mortal enemies!"

Chuchu didn't know if this Lu Chuan was the majestic "child king" Lu Chuan when he was a child. After all, he hadn't seen him for many years.

She listened to Liang Qian's words and was silent from beginning to end.

In the second half of the English class, Chuchu took out the pencil and white paper from her schoolbag and began to paint.

Liang Qian looked over curiously and found that the lines outlined in her pen had an extremely indescribable smell, and her eyes moved with the lines intently, as if that was the whole world that belonged to her.

As soon as the bell rang, a basketball suddenly flew into the classroom, bounced on the wall, and flew straight towards Qiao Chen with a storm.

Qiao Chen had quick eyes and quick hands, and reached out to block it.

With a "bang", the basketball bounced back to the wall and jumped to the ground.

The class suddenly became silent.

Lu Chuan, wearing a sweatshirt, walked into the classroom expressionlessly. His hair was a little wet on his forehead, his eyes were very deep, his nose bridge was high, and his side face was sharp.

There is a pure black earring in the left ear.

Chuchu took a breath.

He was the one who just used the ball to help her smash her schoolbag.

She looked at Lu Chuan carefully and saw that he was dunking the basketball with one hand, his five fingers spread out, which was particularly slender, with clear joints and light color.

A pair of exquisitely carved hands look extremely beautiful.

"Lu Chuan! Some meanings!"

Qiao Chen stood up and looked at Lu Chuan, and looked at him angry.

Lu Chuan picked up the basketball with one hand and sneered: "Sorry, Mr. Qiao, my daily hand slippery."

Qiao Chen was agitated by Lu Chuan's "daily hand slip" and became even more angry. He pointed at him and cursed: "If someone surnamed Lu, you will be fucking slimming at me, right?"

Lu Chuan laughed, he couldn't deny it.

His brothers stood up first, pointed at Qiao Chen and shouted: "My surname is Qiao, please put your mouth clean!"

Lu Chuan returned to his position and said calmly: "It's a big deal as soon as school starts, why are you quarreling?

All sit down.”

He was calm and had a strong aura when he spoke, and he looked like a big brother.

Since Lu Chuan had spoken, several boys also sat back in their seats and ignored the explosive Mao Qiaochen.

Qiao Chen originally wanted to have an attack, but Lu Chuan refused to accept it. He could only suppress his anger, sit back to his seat angrily, and kicked over the bench of his deskmate.

Lu Chuan turned his head and bumped into Chuchu's gaze.

He has a pair of particularly beautiful peach-eyed eyes, frivolous and bright.

Under his left eye, a faint tear mole made his originally sharp and firm face feel a little more subtle and softer.

Chuchu turned around in a hurry. She always avoided looking at people, which made her feel uneasy.

But she remembered the tears mole on the corner of Lu Chuan's eyes clearly.

It's him.

Lu Chuan returned to his position, and Cheng Yuze took over the basketball in his hand.

The boys around him turned around and said, "Brother Chuan, you're doing a pretty job."

Lu Chuan sat down, took out the mine water spring and took a few sips, his eyes kept on Chu Chu's back.

She was slim, especially her arms, with a very small one, wearing a clean and simple ponytail, and wearing a plain white shirt. The clothes were moistened by sweat, and they were faintly visible. You could also see the light blue shoulder straps inside.

She sat in the position and could clearly see that she was a whole piece taller than the surrounding women.
To be continued...