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He lowered his head to look at the wooden log. It turned out that his hand was still holding the cherry blossoms Xuan had given her. With a blush on his face, he glared at Jelo before running up to the school building with a ”Dong Dong” sound.

Looking at Mu Mu's escaping figure, Zuo En felt that he was about to go crazy. He didn't even know how to lie!

Xuan walked in from behind with a face full of fantasy.

His fair face was flushed. He fainted. His eyes were filled with happiness and laughter. He immediately tied up the three boys who were waiting in front of him. From their peeping gazes, all three of them had displeased looks on their faces.

”Xuan, where did you go?” Zuo En asked in annoyance.

”Me? ”He went to the library …”

Xuan was a little stiff, because he was still in a dreamy trance.

Zuo En was so angry that he was about to explode these two idiots with the same excuse!

Both Jeluo and Shu Luo had the same expression. Their faces were filled with black lines that cut straight through the two idiots!

He didn't know if he should say that they had a tacit understanding of each other, or if he should say that they colluded together, but the answer was the same.

As he watched, Xuan couldn't hide the excitement on his face. Zuo En's heart slowly sank. This was the so-called relationship syndrome.

Wood had been merciless enough to push him down from the clouds, but if he was, it would be like a bucket of cold water hitting him right on the face, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

”You two truly have a tacit understanding. You're simply a match made in heaven.”

Xi Luo walked over, and the words he meant to say immediately grabbed everyone's attention.

Xuan, he covered his eyes. There was something in these words, meaning that they were meant to be spoken. This immediately caused him to be clear-headed and alert.

He put away his exposed expression and immediately reverted back to his ”gentle and refined” Angel brand smile that refused to let people see him from a thousand miles away.

Although he still wore a smile on his face, the content had already turned 180 degrees, and beneath the aristocratic etiquette, there was a hint of cold air that was moving swiftly across his clothes.