Xia Mu was fascinated by the sight and did not notice the teacher talking to her at all.

When Song Fuxing heard this, he looked up and looked in front of her gaze. He paused slightly.

Xia Mu touched his eyes, and the moment of looking at each other made Xia Mu panic.

Song Fuxing said calmly, "The teacher asked you."

Xia Mu found out that the teacher had already come with the book, "Classmate, do you have any books left? If you have one, please collect them together. The place will be closed in the afternoon."

Xia Mu realized that he was distracted by seeing others and didn’t even hear others’ words, which was so disgusting!

She answered with a mechanical answer, "No more, I lost a Chinese document."

The teacher didn't notice her abnormality, just because she didn't know if the new classmate had noticed it.

He had just seen her blatantly looking at him...

Xia Mu was touched by this and his soul was a little out of his body. The quieter the material room, the more nervous she became.

"Pen cover."

The person beside him had already stood up and looked at her.

Xia Mu met his sight and was still a little confused, not paying attention to what he was saying, "Ah?"

Seeing that she was not in her mind, Song Fuxing lowered his eyes and looked at the pen cover tightly in her hand. He did not take it rudely, but reached up, politely and alienated, "I have written it, give me the pen cover."

"oh."

Xia Mu immediately handed the pen cover in his hand to his outstretched hand, carefully not touching him, but his eyes glanced at him several times.

His hands are very beautiful, like a meticulously carved stroke by stroke, with clear joints and fair whiteness and slenderness, which looks more perfect in the sun, like a work of art.

If a hand control is present, he will suffer from nosebleeds and die.

Song Fuxing reached out and covered the pen cover and put it back in his original position.

Xia Mu noticed that there was a scar on his hand, like a new injury, which looked quite serious and was a little confused for a moment.

The teacher put the book in his hand on the table, "Your textbooks are all here. See if there are any missing. Let's talk to me now."

"Okay." Xia Mu responded quickly and went up to check one by one carefully, which was even more serious than taking math class.

When Song Fuxing saw her coming forward to check, he did not go forward again.

Xia Mu counted it carefully, and saw that there was no difference in one book, and immediately smiled and said, "It's all, thank you teacher."

"Yeah, you're welcome."

Xia Mu picked up the book and looked at Song Fuxing, "Let's go."

Song Fuxing paused slightly and reached out to her. The boy's clear voice was slightly low, "Give it to me."

People who are used to making their own ideas have much more courage than young men of this age. They can easily hear it in just two simple words. Obviously, they are not a young man who can be influenced by others.

Xia Mu was afraid to meet his gaze, and handed the book in his hand to him, his gaze fell on the collar of his clean school uniform, and took the initiative to speak, "Do you need me to share the burden?"

"No, I can do it myself." The boy answered neatly and walked out with the book.

Xia Mu quickly followed him and walked behind her.

I have nothing to say when I come, and the same goes for going back.

He is obviously not a person who likes to talk, and his body is alienated and cold, making people afraid to speak abruptly.

Because it is very likely that someone is not interested in answering it, and the situation will be in a mess every minute.

Xia Mu and he went back to the teaching building, climbed the stairs all the way, and then he mustered up the courage when he quickly entered the classroom, "I didn't mean to point you the wrong way in the morning. I'm not very familiar with the address you mentioned. If you were to talk about Teacher Fu's office, I would definitely not point you the wrong way."

Song Fuxing looked back at her after hearing this, obviously not taking it to heart, "It doesn't matter."

Xia Mu watched Song Fu walk into the classroom and stood there silent for a while. It didn't matter if he pointed the wrong way, but she also said that he didn't look like he had good grades...

She patted her forehead hard, and she had a headache. She wouldn't have spoken from such an objective angle if she had known it.

Xia Mu then walked into the classroom. The lunch break had not officially begun. There were not many students in the classroom, and they were all talking enthusiastically, completely unaffected by the surroundings.

Jiang Jiashu and the others have not come back yet, and they are still basking in the sun on the playground.

She glanced at Song Fuxing, and he had already sat down in the position.

Xia Mu immediately thought of something, returned to his seat and took out his course schedule, copied it again, and wrote it in a very straightforward and serious manner.

After finishing writing, I checked it before getting up and walking towards Song Fuxing. He was writing his name on the page.

His handwriting is very beautiful, and his writing skills are as hard as the back of the paper. He looks like his words that are not as cold as his, because there is always an indescribable sense of coldness.

When Xia Mu stood by his desk, Song Fuxing looked up.

Shamu handed him the course schedule in his hand, "This is our course schedule for you."

Song Fuxing glanced at her, then looked at the course schedule in her hand, but did not reach out to answer, as if he had something to say.

Xia Mu thought he misunderstood and quickly explained, "Just treat it as the apology I pointed you at the wrong path before, which will cause you to go so many detours in the rain."

"I already have it." Song Fuxing took the course schedule that had been copied on the table.

That's when she can't use her course schedule.

Xia Mu glanced at the course schedule in his hand and immediately discovered the advantages of his course schedule.

Obviously, his course schedule was not copied completely, as if he was copying a rough outline, and he almost didn't plan to read it in a simple way, just pretending.

"Your course schedule does not have a specific time, so it seems inconvenient. Look at what time I will study early and when I start and finish classes, I will write them all carefully, which should be more practical for you." Xia Mu looked serious, like a master who puts a film on the roadside mobile phone.

Song Fuxing looked at her after hearing this. In fact, he didn't need to use the course schedule at all, and he didn't need time.

He could remember the approximate time and courses by taking a look. He copied it on paper just to deal with questions such as the elders at home asking what class they took today.

But there was no need to say this. He reached out to take the class schedule from her and replied politely: "Thank you."

Xia Mu was a little happy to see him take his course schedule. He was willing to use her course schedule, which means that he had already made up his past grudges and he should not hate him.

The day at school passed quickly, and the bell for the last class rang, and the students were ready to leave one after another.

Xia Mu packed up his schoolbag and prepared to go home.

Like Jiang Jiashu, her home is not very close, but not that far away, so they don’t live on campus.

The two went downstairs and stood at the school gate waiting.

Jiang Jiashu's driver came first, and she stepped forward and opened the car door, "Take breakfast for me tomorrow, I want to eat the sandwich made by your aunt."

Xia Mu waved his hand, his face full of disgust, "Get out quickly, you can eat whatever I bring, and you have the same face as ordering dishes."

The students at the school gate left one after another, some walked with each other, and some were picked up by people.

Not long after, the driver of the Xia family also came over. Xia Mu was about to drive to the door, but saw Song Fuxing leaving the school gate alone.

Will he not know the way when he first came, and his family didn't come to take him. How long will it take to walk back like this?

High schools are nowhere near home than junior high schools, and sometimes they may be far away.

But obviously there wasn't so much time to think about this for her. The section at the entrance of the school was already congested, so naturally she couldn't stop for too long.

Xia Mu got into the car and the car slowly drove forward.

She kept paying attention to outside the car, and within a moment she saw Song Fuxing walking in front of her, "Uncle Mo, drive slowly, I saw a classmate."

"Hey, OK." Uncle Mo slowed down and stopped in front of the student in the school uniform of A, in front of him.

When Xia Mu saw him going across the road, he rolled down the car window, "Student Song, do you want to take you for a ride? This is the same road as my home."

Song Fuxing stopped after hearing this, "No, my house is very close to you, you can get there by bus."

Chamu paused for a moment, a little regretful, "Okay, then be careful on the way, I'll leave first."

Song Fuxing nodded slightly and responded.

Seeing that he seemed to be waiting for her to leave first, Xia Mu quickly waved his hand to him, "Uncle Mo, let's go."

Xia Mu's car slowly left Song Fuxing's sight.

Song Fuxing just walked to the parking car opposite. Although the car was low-key black, it could be compared at a glance through the sign and the body. This was an incompatible expensive vehicle that was on the road.

Things that are too rare and expensive will always attract attention.

Song Fuxing opened the car door and sat in the car, "I won't be able to pick me up in the future, I'll go back by myself."

Lao Ling hesitated for a moment when he heard this, and knew that he didn't want to be seen by his classmates and became the center of discussion. This time he transferred to school because he broke his hand in a male classmate.

Although he never cared about how others talked about him, he minded about others talking about his parents.

In the past, some people in the school knew about the Song family from somewhere, and they actually talked about the accident caused by his wife and said that he should have killed his parents and deserved to be without their parents. They were vicious and mean!

Lao Ling watched Song Fuxing grow up since childhood, and was very angry when he knew about this, but the old man obviously didn't think much about it. He even followed the family rules, for fear that he would go wrong.

It’s better if no one in this school knows about it now. At least some students won’t have some inexplicable speculations because the distance is too far.

Xia Mu returned home, and the aunt was cooking in the kitchen. When she saw her coming back, she hurriedly said, "Mu Mu is back, the dishes are about to be prepared. I will call you down to have a meal later."

"Okay." Xia Mu responded absent-mindedly, went upstairs into the room, put down his schoolbag and fell on the bed.

Ahhh! The new classmate is so cold, so he doesn't want to send him home...
To be continued...