Chapter 38: Man's Plans Are Not As Good As Heaven's Plans - The Girl's Matter (Part 2)

  Qiao Anyu was anxiously pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pot, her brow furrowed in worry. Shu Zimo stood beside her, took off his outer garment, and tossed it onto her desk: "Just wear this back and you'll be fine."

  Qiao Anyu knew it was Shu Zimo, but she didn't dare to lift her head. The sudden awkward situation made her even more embarrassed, and she couldn't wait for Shu Zimo to leave quickly and not come back to see her again.

  "Come on, woman! Are you planning to stay in the classroom all day? Hurry up and get changed so we can head back home!" Shu Zimo said, pretending to be impatient.

  Qiao Anyu's face was red as she put it on, but her mouth was still stubborn: "I won't be grateful to you just because you helped me this once."

  "Suit yourself, I don't have the leisure to drag things out with you. My stomach is growling with hunger, unlike some people who insist on holding on." With that, he lifted his foot and walked away.

  "Wait a minute." Qiao Anyu put on Shu Zimo's coat, completely covering the bloody patch. What a big coat.

  She curiously asked: "How come you wear such big clothes? It seems like your height isn't much taller than mine."

  "My mom was afraid I'd grow taller and not have clothes to wear, so she just bought bigger ones. Besides, my height is obviously higher than yours by a head, how could it be that I'm not much taller? Women always have so many problems." He turned his head to glance at Qiao An Yu Lian. She was wrapped in her oversized clothes, looking tiny. This year, his own height had been constantly shooting up, but Qiao An Yu Lian's hadn't changed much. It seemed like she'd stopped growing after elementary school and wasn't getting any taller. Thinking of his body warmth enveloping hers, he couldn't help but blush again.

  "What if you don't grow taller? Won't the clothes be wasted?" Qiao Anyu joked.

  "How is that possible! My dad is 1.8 meters tall, a tiger father has no inferior son, how can I be any worse?" Shu Zimo said with some complacency.

  "You're not only good at making me lose, but you also lie without even drafting it. I've seen your dad, he's definitely not 1.8 meters tall." Qiao Anyu recalled the image of Shu Zimo's father in her memory. That day in the office, talking to the teacher was an uncle who was about 1.75 meters tall, and should be his father, otherwise she wouldn't have inexplicably sat at the same table as Shu Zimo and formed an unresolvable feud.

  "Have you seen my dad?" Shu Zimo was surprised: "I haven't seen him a few times in a year."

  The two of them walked home together after finishing their homework, and they didn't even have a fight in between. Qiao Anyu looked at Shu Zimo, and he seemed not so despicable anymore.

  After returning home, fortunately, everyone in the house had gone to take a nap. The dishes were already laid out on the table. Qiao Anyu quietly slipped into her own room, changed into another pair of pants, and washed Shu Zimo's clothes together, not daring to hang them on the balcony, so she could only hang them in her own room. The faint scent of mint in the room also made the clothes fragrant.

  After the clothes were dry, Qiao Anyu secretly returned the coat to Shu Zimo. Shu Zimo held the coat, and the fragrance of menthol entered his nostrils, turning into a gentle surge that rose to his heart.

  "Ridiculous! How could I possibly fall for that old tigress? Even if she were the only woman left in the world, I wouldn't like her." he muttered to himself.

  However, Mingming wore the jacket she washed more and more frequently.

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