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Her deep-rooted mories of Steve Burton began when she started sitting on the backseat of his bike every day.
Actually, she couldn’t quite rember how Steve started giving her a ride to and from school each day.
In her mories of elentary school, Steve would help her solve her howork every morning.
Initially, they would do her howork together, but then it beca just Steve doing it, while she held a comic book or a cup of milk tea, watching him write.
With such a ready-made howork solver, she beca even more lazy and unwilling to do her howork.
As her class level went up, the amount of howork increased, and Steve entered the sixth grade of elentary school, preparing for the exam to enter junior high school.
However, even so, Steve still helped her with her howork every morning, rain or shine.
Back then, Steve had a really good temper. At least in Ruby’s mory, although he had a sharp tongue, he never gave her the cold shoulder.
And because no matter what she said or did, he never got angry with her, she beca sowhat unbridled in front of him.
Though so many years had passed, Ruby clearly rembered that by the ti Steve finally stopped helping her with her howork, she didn’t feel grateful at all. Instead, she took it for granted, and even when she had a pile of howork that he couldn’t finish, she didn’t offer to help but complained with a disappointed face, huffing, “Steve, are your test scores fake or sothing?”
“You’re writing this fourth-grade howork so hesitantly and sluggishly. Did you only get into the sixth grade because you used your wealthy Burton family connections?”
“Oh, Steve, can you hurry up? Our class leader keeps track of who enters the classroom first, and I want to be the first one in!”
Sotis, when Steve was annoyed by her nagging, he would finish her howork, pack it neatly with her textbook into her backpack, and coldly say, “Don’t ask to help you with your howork tomorrow!”
After that, he would wear an aloof and unreachable expression, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and walk toward his own classroom without even glancing at her.
Yet, the next morning, Steve would still show up on ti at the Gregory’s doorstep, ready to take her to school, park their bike, and, ignoring his words from the day before, grab her backpack and ask, “What was yesterday’s howork?”
Although he could forget what he said at any ti, she didn’t. Staring with wide eyes and pursed lips, she would say, “Weren’t you not going to help with my howork?”
When she reminded him of his own words, he didn’t feel embarrassed or at a loss for words. Instead, he casually raised his head, glanced at her, and said, “You think I care about helping you?” while his hands had already found the teacher’s assignnt card, and he began to imitate her handwriting and write..
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