Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

After stepping on the bun, Sound looked at Sampson awkwardly and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Whether Sound did it on purpose or not, Sampson couldn't be angry with her. He stubbornly looked at her schoolbag and said, "Pay with your fried noodles."

Sound was confused.

She didn't know why Sampson was so obsessed with the fried noodles she bought. Did he lack money to buy the noodles?

"No way." Sound refused in a soft voice. She opened her schoolbag and took out a glutinous rice roll. "Here you are. I can't give you the fried noodles."

The rice roll was wrapped in a thin layer of plastic wrap, which was covered with white mist. Sound could feel the warmth from it. She touched it again and gave it to Sampson. "Here you are."

Sampson didn't take it. Instead, he smelled the greasy smell of the fried noodles. He looked into the open bag and found that the plastic box had been opened slightly in the bag. The oil infiltrated the transparent plastic bag, and the corner of the book was stained with oil.

Sound didn't listen to him and didn't put it in the paper bag that he had given her.

Now not only did the bag smell bad, but also the books were stained with oil.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Sound did look nice, but she was actually a rebellious g

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a sentence on the notebook and showed it to Sound.

"Don't worry. I'll go with you."

"Go where?" Sound asked in a low voice, "What should I do then?"

Onyx wrote again, "Those who are late must go to the lab building to clean the toilet."

Sound was at a loss for words.

Onyx didn't have the heart to see her in trouble. He decided to help her. "It okay. I can help you. Then we will clean up faster."

Sound turned pale. She had never done housework, let alone cleaning the toilet.

She asked sadly, "Isn't there a cleaner in the school?"

Previously, when she had classes in the Lexingport City, it was cleaners who were responsible for cleaning up the toilets.

In No. 3 High School, she could see her classmates cleaning the classroom every afternoon. She could accept it, but she had never seen any students cleaning the toilet.

"There are cleaners cleaning the toilets in the office building, but not in the lab building." Onyx explained patiently, "Almost no one goes to the toilets over there, and the toilets need to be cleaned once a week.

Different classes will be arranged to clean those toilets in different semesters. It turns to our class.

Don't worry. I will help you."

Sound looked at Onyx with gratitude in her eyes. "But ... can you go to the lady's room?"