Chapter 8

In the end, Jiang Zhihan did not agree to her.

Seeing that the class time was approaching, Jiang Zhihan was in a hurry to attend class and touched the girl's eyes again. He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and nodded calmly.

Luo Huan immediately let go and smiled and said, "Then you go, I won't waste your time."

Jiang Zhihan turned around and left.

He was holding something in his hand and was very tall.

Luo Huan stood there and looked at him suddenly remembered that he had just forgotten to ask her where to wait for him after class.

Just as I was about to chase after him, a teacher happened to pass by and asked casually: "Why haven't you gone to class yet?"

Luo Huan's back froze, he nodded quickly, and ran away with his tongue.

I don’t know if it was because someone was waiting for her, Luo Huan was in great spirit in chemistry class, and even could understand it even if she even learned it.

The chemistry teacher praised her.

Luo Huan supported his chin with one hand, occasionally looking at the door, and then looking at the time above his head.

Eight minutes left.

Luo Huan didn't have Jiang Zhihan's contact information, and he didn't know what class he was going to take in this class, so he secretly glanced at the teacher who was fiddling with chemical instruments next to him, lowered his head, and quietly sent a message to the biology teacher.

The biology teacher has become a gang with Luo Huan in the past few days, and he will return without a doubt-

[Ah, Jiang Zhihan, he should be tutoring the junior high school physics special training for Teacher He. At 307 upstairs, you can just ask questions and go to him after class.

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Luo Huan replied to a "Muma" emoticon package and then put away his phone.

The chemistry teacher is a professional teacher who is particularly addicted to it. Until Luo Huan finished his communication, he was immersed in his own experiments.

Luo Huan then spoke up to remind him.

After class, Luo Huan immediately packed his schoolbag and got up and ran out.

The classroom should have just finished school, and there were a group of little kids who were still playing and playing. Luo Huan glanced at the corridor, then leaned against a locked door waiting.

She stood up and walked towards the classroom after almost leaving.

The classroom door was open, and a few scattered voices came from inside.

Luo Huan stood at the empty door, took a deep breath, bent down and looked over.

There is no Jiang Zhihan.

“…”

Luo Huan immediately stood up and walked in to see.

There were a few young students in the classroom chatting, and when they saw her coming in, they stopped talking.

"Who are you looking for?"

After looking around, Luo Huan looked at the girl and spoke: "Where is the assistant teacher in your class... in class?"

"Teacher Jiang?"

The little girls looked at each other, "Teacher Jiang has left long ago."

Luo Huan felt that he was afraid that she would wait for him, so he deliberately avoided her.

Luo Huan gritted his teeth, nodded, turned around and left.

No one has let her doves go like this.

She didn't believe it because she forgot.

How could the memory of the first grader be poor?

While going downstairs, Luo Huan asked about the contact information of biology teacher Jiang Zhihan on WeChat chat.

Biology teacher: [Contact information, I don’t know much about this, but I really want to hear a teacher say that he doesn’t have a cell phone, and he also gets the salary directly.

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Luo Huan probably forgot that not many students have mobile phones these days. Even Luo Huan’s mobile phones were birthday gifts that Luo Guoping bought for her last year without telling Jiang Yinmei.

Luo Huan was a little discouraged.

The opportunity to get the contact was gone again.

In the afternoon, after the class was finished, the biology teacher asked her curiously.

Luo Huan lay bored on the desk and said, "He has no contact information, what else can he do? He can only go to his house after class later."

The biology teacher said with emotion: "Student Luo, you work hard."

After the hard work, Luo Huan took the bus to Jiang Zhi’s grocery store during winter vacation after class.

This place is farther away than starting from her house. Jiang Zhihan comes every week, and I don’t know how he persists.

When he arrived at the site, Luo Huan got out of the car with his bag and walked towards the alley.

It seems that behind every glamorous city, there will be such old alleys, which are not as neat as in the business district, and even the signs are unified.

There are shops around, low houses, and the tops of their heads are covered with messy wires.

From time to time, men and women were timid or sharp laughter from both sides.

Luo Huan tightened his schoolbag belt and quickly walked towards the familiar signboard in front of him.

As soon as he entered the store, a shoddy smoke smell hit him, and Luo Huan couldn't help twisting his nose.

There was also a burst of laughter from the TV in the air.

Amid the smoke, a man sat on the lounge chair behind the counter, leaning on him casually, smoking a cigarette with one hand.

The cigarette butts were shining with scarlet light.

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head and took a look, then sat up.

“What to buy?”

The hoarse voice seemed to have rolled over the gravel.

Luo Huan then saw his face clearly.

The man is about forty or fifty years old and looks old, but his short hair is mixed with a lot of whiteness and his facial features are upright. At first glance, you can still see his appearance when he was young.

But the eyes are also very cloudy.

Luo Huan lowered his eyes and picked a few ice creams as usual.

The man lazily pulled a bag into it. Taking advantage of this skill, Luo Huan couldn't help but turn his head and look into the grocery store.

The door is closed.

"Who are you looking for?"

The sudden voice made Luo Huan come to her senses. She turned her head to look at the man, pursed her lower lip, and asked, "Uncle, are you the only one here?"

The man smiled and his eyes were a little shrewd: "Or what, little girl?"

"nothing."

Luo Huan lowered his head and avoided his eyes, lowered his head and paid quickly, then took the bag and turned around and went out.

The smell of smoke here made her feel a little overwhelmed.

This man should be Jiang Zhihan’s father.

Jiang Zhihan's gene has a very good mutation.

Luo Huan's mood is a bit complicated.

The sunset spread out and did not block Jiang Zhihan. Luo Huan was fine outside. He walked out of the alley and looked at the bag in his hand.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a little boy passing by with ice skates, so he called him.

"That kid."

The little boy suddenly stopped the car, turned his head and pointed at himself in a daze.

Luo Huan nodded, walked up and stuffed the ice cream to him.

"Take it back and it's delicious, just treat it as my sister to invite you."

“…”

These days, there are still pies falling from the sky.

Luo Huan returned home.

The next day, Luo Huan still arrived at the cram school early, planning to come to Dujiang Zhihan today, and wanted to ask him why he let her dove yesterday.

As a result, when class was about to begin, there was no sign of Jiang Zhihan's location yesterday.

Luo Huan had no choice but to go to class first.
To be continued...