The boy stood in front of the podium, his body was similar to the head teacher of 178, and he looked a little taller. He had a pair of eyes, but his eyes were single, and his whole face had the best nose. He looked better than not smiling.

The whole class sat and needed to look up slightly before looking at him. Dongzhi glanced at him when he stood in front of the podium. He seemed to see her, just like looking at others, the look of her was no different.

In the afternoon, he was lying on a stone bench in front of the art building, which was similar to now, and he was a little lazy. Especially when he smiled, there was no nervousness in his bones.

"Hello everyone, I will be classmates in the future. Please take care of me." He picked up a piece of chalk, turned around and wrote two words on the blackboard, turned around and smiled and said to everyone, "This is my name. I'm too lazy to read it. Everyone can remember it casually, it's okay if you can't remember it."

A slight laughter rang out in the class.

The two words on the blackboard are thin and written as: Wen Cen.

Wen Cen was arranged to sit in the penultimate row, and there was no place in front, so this was the space left to be made after moving back and forth.

He had no objection, and it was probably the same for him wherever he sat. After coming down from the podium, he carried a schoolbag that looked like he didn't have a lot of stuff to the back seat.

After passing by Dongzhi, his elbow accidentally touched the pencil bag at the corner of the table to the ground. He squatted down and put the things back into the pencil bag and put them back on her table.

"I'm sorry."

He smiled at Dongzhi, and Dongzhi only felt that he was tall. As soon as he stood up, the light in front of her was not that bright.

"It's okay," she said.

He lowered his head, patted the bottom of his schoolbag because the dust stained with squatted down, and walked to his seat.

...

On Tuesday afternoon, Dongzhi went home to have supper. The supper we ate at home has always been simple. In less than five minutes, Dongzhi finished his meal, put down his bowls and chopsticks and went to help Dong Qinsao.

When Dong Qinsao was on duty, she didn't have to speak. Dong Zhi would take the initiative to share what she could, but she always urged Dong Zhi to gradually develop the habit of eating at home.

The Chen family's kitchen is very large, and it is a short distance away from the main hall. No matter how far or near it, the fireworks will never float over.

Dongzhi was picking vegetables and leaves. Dong Qinsao went to the reserve room to find something. As soon as she left the kitchen door, Chen came in.

Hearing the sound, Dongzhi looked up and saw that it was him. He stopped for a moment and then followed.

Chen squatted down beside her, pursed his lips, "Dongzhi."

She didn't say anything.

Chen didn't say loudly, "Are you angry?"

Dongzhi picked a leaf of vegetable and threw it into the pot as an answer.

"I just don't want you to have a conflict with him. He is a boy, and there are so many people, you will definitely be bullied by yourself." Chen explained in a gentle voice, "I... I really shouldn't have treated you badly before I asked the story. I was just a little anxious. You refused to answer, so I..."

"Okay, I understand." Dongzhi interrupted and gently pushed his arm, afraid that his clothes would be stained by the back of his hands. "You go out, my mom will be back soon."

"If you don't get angry with me, I'll leave."

"..." Dong Zhi lowered his eyes, picked another leaf, and said lightly, "I'm not angry anymore, you go."

Chen stared at her side face, and she looked over, "You haven't gone out yet, do you want me to be scolded?"

He took something out of his pocket—the bracelet.

"You put it on, I bought it for you."

“I don’t wear it.”

"Why?"

"If you don't wear it, you won't wear it, there's no reason."

"...Is it because Zhao Lijie also bought the same one?" Chen was not stupid. Although something in the school became popular and almost every girl had one, there were people who didn't like to use the same things as others. He said, "Then I'll buy you another one, change the color? Or change the style?"

"No."
Chapter completed!