Chapter 113:

Qiu was long overdue with golden coolness, and the dead leaves struggled on the branches and finally trembled. One week has passed since Chu Haoyu's last few incidents, and everything is calm. Today, the campus was sparsely populated. Cobb pulled up the zipper of the jacket, and the music was poured into the body from the earplugs. The white plastic bag dangled in his hand. The canvas shoes crushed the dead leaves under his feet. When the place wanted to call out the other party's name aloud, he found that he was drawing intently, and he let go of the movement, walked quietly, and carefully took out the milk and cola from the plastic bag.
He bit his straw with one hand, and sat with his chin in front of the brace. The brown liquid poured from the straw into his mouth. Cobb frowned. This time it was so cold to drink ice cola, but thanks to this Temperature, Zhili was finally willing to stay outside.
Seeing the little girls passing by couldn't help but look at Zhili, Cobb moved his position and blocked Zhili's face with his back. The light in the sketchbook was deprived, and Zhili finally lifted that pure and beautiful face. He looked at Cobb expressionlessly, and Cobb also looked back at him, and finally said neatly, "If I block your landscape , Then use me instead of scenery. "
Zhili retracted her gaze and continued to draw: "It doesn't work for me to follow the cultural route."
"I hate it ~~ I have no fun at all ~~"
"It's useless for me to take a showy route."
"It's obviously arrogant !! What do you mean !!!"
"It doesn't help me to take the proud route."
"I'm talking to you normally now! Find me now!"
"Taking the 2B route didn't help me."
"Who are you calling 2B? I'm angry." Cobb held his hand, put one foot on the bench, and set it aside. He was pretending to be pretentious. The feeling of being underneath the steps and being overlooked really made him a little sullen, and sometimes some emotions came inexplicably. He took out his mobile phone and started playing the game. For a long time, the manager poked at Cobb's shoulder with a pencil, and Cobb moved his shoulder, but didn't: "Why."
"Sharpening."
Cobb took the pen: "You can't use a mechanical pencil, anyway, your broken painting is fine even with a brush." ​​As he said that, he suddenly thought he was still angry, and he threw the pencil to the ground: "Who wants I've sharpened your pencil !!! "
"The refill broke."
"You deserve it, it's no use pretending to be okay."
"Did I take you too long?"
"The threat is useless to me."
"Then what works for you?"
"Nothing works for me."
The manager lowered his head to look at Cobb, who was also buried in his head. He went to kiss Cobb's forehead and said, "Is this trick useful to you?"
"No, no."
The branch kissed Cobb's cheek: "So what?"
"Still not." Cobb's ears were slightly hot, and his thoughts were about to push the cost closer, but the hand was reluctant to move, and the support approached again. His hair touched Cobb's face with some hair. The itch was a little warm. This time, their lips touched briefly, and they quickly separated: "So?"
"I, what I said is useless, even if you kiss again, kiss twice, kiss a hundred times."
"How long do you endlessly waste my time?"
"Your gentleness is consumed too fast!"
Cobb snatched the sketchbook and tucked it into his clothes: "Is the sketchbook important or me important?"
"Why ask this obvious question."
"I want to say it myself."
"Of course it's a sketchbook."
"I knew you would say that!" Cobb fell to the reclining chair weakly, tossed the sketchbook back to the manager, shook his feet and continued drinking Coke: "I can't think of the tiring play so tiring."
"Are you stupid?"
"Occasionally, I want to try another way to stir up your desire for me." Cobb saw the scornful look in his eyes after he said it, and he immediately explained: "What are your thoughts, the desire I said, want to be more Possess me, stay close to me, I like crazy. "
"Don't I often live in your living room?"
"I didn't mean that !!!! Also, the back of me is the living room? Now it's because I think my is slack?" Why the topic is biased in this direction.
"That's the toilet."
"I wasn't happy at all, supportive, and asked you something. Give me a point. Don't be stressed. There is no need to think about my feelings. I will accept them with an open mind."
Zhili looked down at the sketchbook, and Cobb pointed at him: "What's your sudden look away, is the score so low?"
"100."
"I can't believe my ears. It turned out that I was so charming in your heart. What to do is suddenly a little embarrassed."
"Total score of 100, 2B personality deduction of 20, laziness deduction of 20, shameless deduction of 20, a dumb deduction of 40," said slightly.
"It's not all over !!!!"
"Find a boyfriend and add 100."
"How can you say that I don't have a face, how can you say that!" Cobb continued, "Guess how many points I give you. 99, do you know why?" Cobb vented like revenge: "You only have that face 99 points, the rest, you don't want to get a point from me, you are a person with no character, no content, nothing. "
Zhili stared at Cobb meaningfully: "You like my face so much."
"Please pay attention to the point of what I said."
A thunderous thunder in the sky interrupted the two, and the dark clouds began to gather. Zhili stood up and stood in the suddenly dim world. "Go away." Cobb stood on the bench and jumped to the back of Zhili, wrapping his hands around him. Neck: "Back me."
Coach grabbed Cobb's leg and raised himself on his body: "Hey, Cobb."
"Why."
"It's tough there."
Cobb's face brush turned red: "Impossible! I'm still soft now."