Primary school students don’t have much homework. After copying the English letters of English homework and the math homework exercise book, only one essay on Chinese homework is left.

The title of the composition is ‘My Dream’.

Jian Qing put the pencil against her head, thought for a while, and then started writing, as if her dream was clear.

While she was writing, she had to recite it quietly to organize her language.

"My dream is to become a painter, do nothing else every day, just draw."

"Draw birds, draw butterflies--"

Her pen paused, turned her head and asked Lu Huaiyu, "Brother, how do you write the word "butterfly"?"

"..." Lu Huaiyu took out her pen and wrote the word "butterfly" on the draft paper. He was afraid that she would not understand it, so he did not use the habitual pen to write, but the correct regular script.

Jian Qing copied it into the composition text according to the word "butterflies" on the draft paper, "Draw butterflies, paint big trees, and paint all the beautiful things in nature."

As she wrote, she secretly glanced at Lu Huaiyu next to her.

He lowered his head and was correcting the math assignment she had just written. His eyes were drooping like crow feathers, covering his dark eyes, his nose bridge was high and straight, and his jaw line was tight and clear.

Jian Qing couldn't help but think that he should be the best thing in nature, and everything looks better than everyone she's ever seen.

Lu Huaiyu felt the sight from her and looked at her, "Have you finished writing the essay?"

He saw the two words "dream" and "painter" in the composition text, and chuckled, "It's a good dream."

The little girl really has no future in culture class, and she missed nine of the ten math calculation questions.

When Jian Qing heard his praise, she felt a little excited and danced, "I want to be a great artist like Monet in the future."

"Do you still know Monet?" Lu Huaiyu was a little surprised, but he didn't expect the child to understand a lot.

Jian Qing raised her head proudly, "I know a lot." She counted with her fingers, "I also know Van Gogh, Leonardo da Vinci and Rembrandt, but my favorite is Monet."

As he was talking, Jian Qing thought about it and suddenly asked curiously: "Brother, then what is your dream."

"..." After suddenly being asked by her, Lu Huaiyu suddenly realized that she did not seem to have a clear dream.

Everything can be easily obtained without much effort, so that he has nothing to do.

He stared at the little girl's big round eyes, which was a little funny. Even the third-grade elementary school students had their own clear dreams, but he didn't know what to do in the future.

Jian Qing waited for a long time, but before he could answer, he asked again, "What is your dream?"

"..." Lu Huaiyu lowered his eyelids and said in a light tone: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Jian Qing bit the pen, said 'Oh', and then silently began to correct the math wrong questions. Five minutes later, she asked, "Brother, have you thought about it?"

"..." Lu Huaiyu glanced at her, "No. I can't think about it today."

Jian Qing curled her lips, "Brother, you think so slowly."

Isn’t it just a dream? I can’t even think of it.

"..." Lu Huaiyu pulled the corners of his mouth, but he didn't expect that he would be disliked by a primary school student.

After finally finishing all the homework, an hour has passed. The cartoon of Slam Dunk has been broadcast long ago, but I haven't watched it today. Jian Qing was a little embarrassed and slowly put the textbook back into her schoolbag.

"Thank you brother, goodbye brother." She waved her hand at Lu Huaiyu, with a look of finally being relieved.

Lu Huaiyu glanced at her and said lightly: "I will be waiting for you here after school tomorrow."

"?"

Jian Qing was still young and didn't know how to hide her emotions. Her little face was immediately pulled into pieces.

She opened her mouth and muttered, "Brother, don't you need to go to class?"

The high school department does not have to attend four classes every day, especially in the third year of high school. The college entrance examination is about to be taken, so why is Lu Huaiyu so idle every day?

Lu Huaiyu said lightly: "Well, I'm going to be admitted, so there is no need to take the college entrance examination."

In fact, he doesn't even need to do it in school. Teaching Jian Qing to learn is on the one hand the task of the director, and on the other hand, he is indeed idle.

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the next day.

The bell rang in the second afternoon of the primary school class, and the primary school students quickly packed their schoolbags and ran out happily.

"Jian Qing, are you going to leave after school?" The young student asked by putting the pencil case in his schoolbag and covering the lid of his schoolbag.

“…”

Jian Qing slowly carried her schoolbag and said reluctantly: "No, you go first."

The little deskmate nodded, "Then I'll leave. Today, Xiangbei beats Shanwang in "Slam Dunk", and I'm going to go back quickly."

Jian Qing was surprised, "What, I'll be here so soon."

She missed an episode yesterday, but she didn't expect to miss so many.

"Yes, yeah, I won't tell you, bye." The little deskmate looked at the clock hanging on the blackboard, afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the start of the anime, so he stopped chatting with Jian Qing and trotted out of the classroom.

"..." Jian Qing frowned, looked in the direction of the high school department, and struggled violently in her heart.

The little angel and the little devil fought in turn.

In the end, the little angel was defeated. Driven by the little devil, she stamped her feet and walked out of the school.

On the way back from school, Jian Qing took a small path that she didn't usually walk in order to get home earlier.

There are weeds on both sides of the road, there are a lot of gravel on the road, and the road is also very narrow, so it is very easy to walk whether you are riding a bicycle or walking.

She looked down at the road, not sure why she was feeling a little depressed. As she got further and further away from the school, the Slam Dunk was not as attractive as just now.

In addition to Jian Qing, there were two high school students who skipped classes on the way. It seemed that they were particularly excited because they skipped classes and spoke loudly. Jian Qing heard them when he walked behind.

"Just just passed by the auditorium, I saw the school dance team rehearsing inside. Lin Mi's figure is so silly." said the big boy.

"Why do you like her?" Another boy wearing glasses teased.

The big guy glanced at him, "Don't pretend with me, don't you like it? You need breasts and ass."

The boy wearing glasses shrugged and pretended to be uninterested. "She has changed her boyfriend recently. You might be in the turn of your queue."

"Speaking of this, I thought she would have been with the younger brother of the art class for a longer time. After all, she is a senior grass, so I didn't expect it to be divided in less than a month."

"I guess I've had enough fun," the boy wearing glasses lowered his voice, "I heard that she went to check in with Zhou Chengyu from Class 1 last week."

He paused, his eyebrows and tone were full of vulgarity, "It seems that Lin Mi is still helping him in the classroom-"

He did not make a sound in the last two words, but used lips.

"Damn it! Really fake?" The big guy looked shocked, and a despicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "School Beauty Lin is having such a fun time."

Jian Qing's mind was full of guilt, so she didn't pay much attention to what they were saying.

But suddenly I felt a gust of wind passing by behind me.

A figure strode forward, and Xia Jue grabbed the collar of the boy wearing glasses, lifted the person upwards, and pressed him against the cement wall on one side.

"What the hell are you farting?" He gritted his teeth, and the veins on the back of his hand were jumping one after another.

The boy wearing glasses was blinded by his sudden attack, and his neck felt as uncomfortable as if he was strangled, and his hands and feet were both used to try to break free.

However, Xia Jue was very powerful and pressed him against the wall.

The boy wearing glasses recognized Xia Jue. Although his body was suppressed, he was dissatisfied and could only attack with his mouth, "Who am I talking about it? It turned out that he was left over by School Beauty Lin. What do you want to stand up for her?"

"..." Xia Jue had a gloomy face and was poked into the pain by him. He couldn't bear it and directly punched him in the face.

The boy's glasses were interrupted and blood bleeded from the corners of his mouth, "Are you wrong?"

The big guy next to him saw that the world was not good, so he got involved and helped his friend fight Xia Jue.

The big guy looked tall and strong, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Xia Jue at all.

Xia Jue fought with one or two, but he was not at all inferior. Instead, he was fierce and almost hit the other two boys to death.

The path was too narrow, and the two boys had no place to run even if they wanted to.

As soon as Jian Qing lowered his head and raised his eyes, the three older brothers in front started fighting, and they were about to develop towards an increasingly serious trend.

She reacted quickly, almost immediately turned around and ran away-

Run back to school to find the teacher.

Jian Qing ran and muttered, these big brothers were so unbearable, they didn't look like adults at all, and they were still fighting when they were old.

She ran fast and anxious, for fear that the fierce elder brother would beat the other two to death.

He tripped by a stone on his feet and fell down. Jian Qing ignored anything else and got up again and continued running out.

When he ran to the back, he couldn't run anymore. Jian Qing stood at the school gate, with his back bent, and his hands on his knees, gasping heavily.

A mountain bike was parked in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" A cool and gentle voice came into your ears.

Jian Qing wiped the sweat from her forehead and raised her head. What caught her eye was Lu Huaiyu's beautiful face.

He rode on a black bicycle, stepped on the ground with one long legs, and raised his eyebrows.

Lu Huaiyu had been waiting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake for a long time, but he didn't see the child coming. He guessed that she had forgotten or had a pigeon released.

Unexpectedly, he caught him on the way home.

"..." Jian Qing was so breathless that she saw Lu Huaiyu that she seemed to see someone she could trust, "In front, there was someone fighting in front."
To be continued...