"That's so ugly..."
Shu Lu pouted, turned her little head away, and let her tears fall quietly. Her shoulders trembled faintly, and the sound of Shu Lu crying could be heard.
Jiang Lin was completely dumbfounded.
Wait, no—I only wrote the character for "correct," didn't I? I didn't write it on you. Why are you crying all of a sudden?
Or had Shu Lu realized what writing the character for "correct" meant and been frightened into tears?
That didn't make sense either... Jiang Lin had never told Shu Lu about the second way to write the character for "correct."
"Miss Shu Lu..." Jiang Lin reached out to touch Shu Lu's shoulder, but Shu Lu gave a little sniff and slapped his hand away.
"Little Green?" Jiang Lin moved around in front of Shu Lu.
"Who's your Little Green? Big Bad Egg, don't touch me." Shu Lu pouted, turned around, and secretly wiped away her tears.
Actually, this was not the first time Jiang Lin had seen Shu Lu cry. Several times before, whenever Jiang Lin bullied her, the tears of this literary girl would always shimmer in her eyes.
But she would always sniff them back, refusing to let them fall, and then throw little stones at Jiang Lin from a distance.
After throwing them, she would run. Although Jiang Lin pretended to chase her, he always let Shu Lu get away. Then the girl would stick out her tongue and make faces at him from not far away, and the tears in her eyes would soon stop swirling.
Thus, Jiang Lin repeatedly tested the line between making her cry and not making her cry, dancing wildly along its edge.
But this time, Shu Lu was truly crying—the kind that left her eyes red.
"All right, I was wrong." Jiang