Bizarre Love

Because Jiang Ren had memorized all the texts, Song Qinqin could withdraw from the make-up class, but Meng Ting could not.

Song Qinqin asked Meng Ting after school on Monday before submitting the application: "Sister, do you really want to make up for him?"

That Jiang senior has zero foundation, and whoever gives him extra lessons will suffer. And once Song Qinqin left, Meng Ting had to do seven subjects by himself. ,

Meng Ting nodded: "I promised him." When she said this, she lowered her eyes and wrote the outline.

Meng Ting found out the junior high school textbook, and was outlining key points for Jiang Ren. She wrote very carefully, and all kinds of complicated knowledge points gradually became clear in her pen.

Song Qinqin couldn't help admiring her.

As the weather gets hotter, students always like to roll up their trouser legs in class.

When Song Qinqin's application was approved, Meng Ting had just sorted out the key points of the last biology. In order to save electricity, the school is afraid that students will waste money. Air conditioners are not allowed to be turned on in general classrooms in May, and they have to wait until June and July, the hottest months, to turn on air conditioners uniformly.

Zhao Nuancheng muttered: "What, I thought the air conditioner could be used, but it turned out that there were two broken fans. The teacher's office can be used, it's not fair!"

There are many people in the classroom, and the temperature is even higher. She said while rolling up her trouser legs: "It's so hot."

Zhao Nuancheng turned her head to look at Meng Ting, who also had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. "Listen to you curling up like this, it's cooler."

Meng Ting said yes with a smile, and also bent down, following Zhao Nuancheng's example, rolling up the trouser legs up to the ankle, all the way to the middle of the calf. The coolness came in, and it was really much cooler.

Hong Hui's face suddenly turned red.

Meng Ting wore a pair of white strappy sandals. The exposed toes are white and tender. Originally, because the school uniforms of the No. 7 Middle School were loose, no one could tell what level someone's figure was.

However, because of the heat, you can see it when you look at the tender calf.

Meng Ting didn't notice the strange behavior at the same table.

Instead, the boys at the back noticed it and snickered: "Didn't Hong Hui have a crush on the school belle?"

"Look at his cowardly hahahaha."

A boy said: "But Meng Ting is really cute."

The calves are also beautiful. Slender white tender, exceptionally well-proportioned.

When she stood in the crowd, it was as if she had automatically turned on her beauty face. The boy shrugged: "Tell me what Hong Hui is doing, you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. She is at the same table anyway. If Meng Ting is my girlfriend, I am willing to carry her shoes."

The boys roared with laughter.

"You think beautifully!"

However, when summer came, everyone in the No. 7 Middle School found a problem—no one had ever seen the school belle Meng Ting wearing a skirt. Not to mention skirts, I've never even seen shorts!

What they can see the most is the delicate ankles that go up a little bit.

The schoolmates occasionally meet each other on weekends, because H city is extremely hot, so the girls love skirts or shorts when they go home.

Shen Yuqing from Class 14 especially likes to wear skirts.

A pair of slender and beautiful legs, so Shen Yuqing has always had a lot of suitors in school, plus she is more open and has many boyfriends. A short-sleeved short skirt, not to mention how attractive it is.

The meme that the school girl never wears a skirt quickly spread throughout the second year of high school.

Shen Yuqing was touching up her makeup at that time, and she sneered when she heard this: "Either her legs don't look good, or her legs are injured."

"how do you know?"

"Your legs look good, don't you show them?"

"That's true."

Shen Yuqing's eyes lit up: "That's right, she can only see her face, she must not have a good figure. School belle, does she have the capital to be a school belle?"

During self-study on Wednesday night, Zhao Nuancheng came in from the outside with an ugly face, and almost cried out of anger.

"Listen, they say you have a leg problem."

Meng Ting was counting the English homework, and said with a smile, "What?"

"Those girls have such cheap mouths, saying that you never wear skirts, or you have scars on your legs, or you have bow legs."

Meng Ting's eyes were crooked.

"dare you laugh!"

Meng Ting felt that they had rich imaginations. Thirty percent of her body was burned in her previous life, and her legs were literally ruined. However, there is nothing wrong with the legs in this life. She doesn't wear skirts because Zeng Yujie made skirts by herself when she was a child. After Zeng Yujie passed away, her eyes were inconvenient, and she was always knocked. It is much more convenient to wear pants, which can protect her from scratches, can be worn in winter and summer, and save money.

The only dresses she has now are dance costumes, and two dresses made by her grandmother herself.

However, the old man is conservative, and the skirts he makes only reach the calves. It is a clean and beautiful style of the Republic of China.

She really doesn't have short skirts and shorts.

Having said that, after scolding those vicious people, Zhao Nuancheng was also curious: "Why don't you wear it, listen?"

Meng Ting said honestly: "I don't have a skirt." Before the age of fourteen is not suitable.

"..."

Meng Ting's poverty is imminent.

She never thought that it would be difficult for Shu's father to earn money compared to the girls at school. No one deserves to pay for anyone in this world. They say speculation and gossip won't affect her life.

It's not that others guess that her legs are ugly, so she is really ugly.

Meng Ting really didn't care, but Zhao Nuancheng was furious.

So angry.

It just so happens that we can't do anything to them.

Zhao Nuancheng really wanted Meng Ting to wear a short skirt one day to impress those people and slap those people's faces, but the master didn't cooperate.

The main girl happily finished a big math problem with ten points, packed her schoolbag and was ready to go home.

Zhao Nuancheng took her arm, remembering the sour words she heard: "Listen, listen, when will you wear it, they're too good!" She seemed naive, "If you don't wear it, you won't let you go. "

Meng Ting had a smile in his eyes: "You really want to see it?"

Zhao Nuancheng nodded.

"That Friday night I will go to the dance competition, do you want to come?" Meng Ting was also very helpless, she only had a short skirt. It's still a ballet dance costume like a very short tutu skirt, where the shapely and slender thighs can be seen.

"..." It took Zhao Nuancheng a long time to find her own voice, "Come on!" She never thought that Meng Ting could dance, and dance competitions?

Zhao Nuancheng felt that the school belle Meng Ting she knew who was serious and only knew nothing about studying was not the real Meng Ting!

She can dance too!

Zhao Nuancheng asked lightly: "Aside from dancing, what else can you do?"

Meng Ting thought for a while: "Play the piano, know a little bit of violin, Chinese painting and chess." And simultaneous translation.

After she was burned in her previous life, her main focus was English, which she relied on for survival.

Zhao Nuancheng: "..." Her world view for more than a year has almost been subverted. Fuck you, she's an all-around girl. She wanted to kneel down with a plop. What else can't you fairy!

Meng Ting's luck was not very good. Due to the large number of people in the audition, her competition time was drawn to Friday night.

Meng Ting could only ask for leave to participate in the competition.