"The grades are just short of the last math. If you do well in the math test, you can explode."
"If you don't update, you don't do well in math."
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songlu"My mother is dead"
songlu"I was picked up by someone who called himself my dad"
songlu"But he never cared about me."
Song Lu looked straight at Zhang Zhenyuan, trying to find some emotions from Zhang Zhenyuan's eyes, but Zhang Zhenyuan was very quiet and without a flaw.
songlu"How about you? Zhang Zhenyuan?"
songlu"Why are you hanging out with that group of thugs?"
Song Lu didn't continue to talk about his experience, but asked back.
zhangzhenyuan"Why? What can be the why?"
zhangzhenyuan"I should be with them"
Zhang Zhenyuan reached out and flipped the broken hair on Song Lu's forehead.
Song Lu closed her eyes and stopped looking at Zhang Zhenyuan.
songlu"Zhang Zhenyuan, you shouldn't have sunk down like this"
songlu"You should have a bright future"
Zhang Zhenyuan laughed, and then got up from Song Lu.
Zhang Zhenyuan stood on the side of the sofa, he didn't look at Song Lu who was still lying on the sofa.
Said in a low voice.
Song Lu also sat up from the sofa.
songlu"Well, I don't have class tomorrow."
songlu"Can I come and see you?"
Zhang Zhenyuan sat on the sofa next to him uncomfortably. The pain in his abdomen could not be ignored. Zhang Zhenyuan gritted his teeth and said painfully.
zhangzhenyuan"Not in the future."
Zhang Zhenyuan used up almost all his strength, but his abdomen was getting more and more painful.
After a while, thin beads of sweat began to appear on Zhang Zhenyuan's forehead.
songlu"Zhang, Zhang Zhenyuan?"
Song Lu, who felt Zhang Zhenyuan's discomfort, looked at him worriedly.
songlu"What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Zhenyuan looked at Song Lu coldly.
zhangzhenyuan"Let you go, didn't you hear?"
Song Lu automatically ignored Zhang Zhenyuan's bad entry.
songlu"Do you have a stomachache?"
Song Lu walked to Zhang Zhenyuan's side and wanted to help him, but before his hand touched Zhang Zhenyuan, he slapped him.
zhangzhenyuan"Don't worry about it"
songlu"Don't be stubborn."
After speaking, Song Lu got up and walked to Zhang Zhenyuan's kitchen.
Zhang Zhenyuan's kitchen, apart from being large and well-equipped, seems to have no advantages.
Fortunately, there are still some millet in it, but why is this rice so similar? I bought this pot as a gift?
The millet bag was not big or small, but it was enough to cook five or six meals, and the packaging was not dismantled. It was lying in the cabinet with a casserole.
After Song Lu opened the packaging, he simply cleaned it. Although Song Lu was not very good at cooking, he could still cook the most basic porridge.
It still took a while to cook the porridge, so Song Lu went to pick up some hot water for Zhang Zhenyuan.
But Zhang Zhenyuan simply drank a few mouthfuls and then stopped drinking.
songlu"Do you have any medicine at home?"
Song Lu asked.
Because of the severe pain, Zhang Zhenyuan was no longer arguing with Song Lu.
zhangzhenyuan"Inside the drawer under the TV"
Song Lu looked for it, almost a drawer, and the most was the medicine for stomach pain.
After seeing Zhang Zhenyuan, I also knew that I had a stomach problem.
Still so tossed.
