Hello, classmate. My name is Robin."
In the study room.
The foreign aid Milo called had already put down his schoolbag, smiled gently, and greeted Zayne.
Listening to this person's voice and looking at his appearance, it is difficult to tell his gender.
However, I don't know if it's my illusion, Zayne always feels that this person gives her a familiar feeling.
It's like...
I have seen someone with a very similar temperament somewhere.
Because of this confusion, Zayne couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Robin squinted and smiled throughout the whole process. He looked very kind, but it was hard to see through his thoughts.
The two did not communicate more words throughout the whole process.
Zayne even moved to the outer circle involuntarily, keeping a greater distance from the other party.
As a social phobic patient, I really don't like to establish social relationships with strangers.
"Okay, okay! I called you here for study, not for you to pick up girls." Milo stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Robin: "Here, Miss Rory, please be merciful and help me translate this document!"
Miss Rory?
This title made Zayne stunned.
It turned out that this pretty boy wearing casual men's clothes and a shaved head was a girl!
It really surprised Zayne secretly.
The girls in this big city are really very unique.
Robin stretched out her hand, took the English document handed by Robin, and asked Milo for a pen.
Milo slapped her forehead: "Hey, where's my pen? It was just here!"
This made Robin speechless: "Are you really here to study?"
After saying that, Robin looked at Zayne, who had a complete set of stationery: "Classmate, can you lend me a pen?"
"Oh, what kind of pen do you want?"
Zayne flipped through her transparent pencil case.
She had a lot of stationery for a serious poor student, including all kinds of pens, including pencils, colorful ballpoint pens, gel pens, and even color-changing colorful pens. She also bought a lot of girly things, such as a heart-shaped pencil sharpener, a thumb-sized cat pendant, and the most eye-catching one was a palm-sized pink Hello Kitty eraser.
Robin looked at the eraser with a smile: "Anything is fine, it's not an exam."
Zayne said "Oh" again and handed her a black gel pen.
At this time, Robin was sitting diagonally opposite Zayne, sitting in the same row as Robin.
When Zayne handed the pen over, Robin didn't think much about it and stretched out her hand to take it, but Zayne seemed to be afraid of being touched by something dirty, and quickly let go before they had physical contact.
Hearing the slight sound of the pen falling on the wooden table, Milo said "Hmm?" and looked up at the two of them.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing happened." Miss Robin just smiled faintly and held the pen in her hand: "But I'm going to play basketball later, and I only have half an hour of rest time, so I may not be able to finish translating this document for you."
Milo said "Ouch": "Miss, please help! It's not a big deal if we don't play basketball for a day, but if we don't finish reviewing today, we will die tomorrow."
"Then what's the benefit of me helping you?"
Robin held her chin.
Although she said this to Robin, her eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Zayne, and she didn't know what she was looking at.
Zayne felt the sight from the opposite corner.
She was a little scared and wanted to slip away.
Um, damn... why didn't Sophia come!
Did she really just pass by by chance and didn't know she was in the library?
Impossible!
They were not schoolmates, and Sophia was a truant girl. She couldn't have swum here even if she was sleepwalking.
So, why was Sophia outside?
And it happened to be at this time and this place?
Zayne was inexplicably annoyed: what a nasty guy, he didn't come when he should, and he came when he shouldn't!
The two people opposite her were still chatting as if no one was around.
Milo snorted: "Benefits? Okay, I'll treat you to a meal?"
Robin shook her head and rejected the proposal: "I've had enough of the food from restaurants outside."
"Then, I'll ask my chef to cook, and you come to my house to eat?"
"I've had enough too."
"Miss Rory, if you say that, I don't know how else I can thank you!"
"Is this document material used by you, Miss ?"
The topic seemed to have finally come to the point after being unraveled.
Milo and Robin raised their heads at the same time and looked at Zayne who was sitting opposite them.
Zayne's heart tightened, and she stood up all of a sudden: "I... I don't have money, I can't afford to treat you to a meal!"
Her voice was a little loud, and everyone in the back row of the study room looked over at the same time.
Robin burst out laughing: "Classmate, calm down. In fact, we don't have to go out of school to eat anything, the quality of the school's food is also good."
Hearing this, Milo looked at her in surprise.
Is this what Miss Rory can say?
This guy is so thin because he is too picky about food!
You know, every time you treat Robin to a meal, it is a job that kills a lot of brain cells. She is not only picky about the origin and freshness of the ingredients, but also picky about the hygiene of the chef and the kitchen. She wants to use a magnifying glass to carefully check every inch!
Every time she cooks for her, the chef has to wash his hands dozens of times and change several pairs of disposable gloves. After cooking, everyone has a look of despair.
Can such a picky person agree to eat in the school cafeteria?
Milo narrowed her eyes: This guy really didn't come to help her review her lessons sincerely, he came to pick up girls!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cast an envious look at Zayne.
Although Robin was famous for being a playboy, she was very financially capable and willing to take responsibility. Every girlfriend she had ever been with received a lot of breakup fees.
If classmate Zayne could seize the opportunity, she would be able to rise to the top in the future.
"I... I only have five dollars in my meal card." Zayne looked embarrassed: "I think I... can't afford to treat you to a meal in the cafeteria."
Robin: "..."
Robin: "..."
Hey, no, sister?
Is it really okay for you to say such a ridiculous thing so sincerely?
You don't really have only five dollars!
(Zayne: I never lie.)
"Then, I think you should at least treat each of us to a steamed bun." Robin hadn't given up yet, and she decided how to use the last five dollars in Zayne's card: "Let's do it this way. I'll hurry up and translate it for you."
Zayne looked at her doubtfully.
One steamed bun per person, that's all?
The reward and the effort are totally disproportionate.
At this time, a sentence inexplicably appeared in her mind: If you are too attentive to others, you are either a traitor or a thief!
"I don't owe her money, and she doesn't have any leverage in her hands. She is nice to me, she must want to harm me! City people have so many tricks, you can't trust them, you can't trust them at all."
Zayne subconsciously grabbed her backpack.
She felt the hard nutcracker through the fabric of the backpack, and she felt a little relieved.
She had already decided that when Robin had almost finished translating, she would go to the nearest cafeteria, buy two big buns, hand the buns in one hand and the information in the other, and then run away!