He’s so Flirty

At the last desk, the boy is lying on the light gray soft cushion, his sword eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and his slender eyeliner is slightly tired, looking very tired.

Qin Qing frowned and looked at her for a while. Just as she was about to do something, she suddenly heard a mess of footsteps at the door of the classroom—

"Big event! Big event!-Our school originally said this week that the cancelled Autumn Games will be reopened!"

The sports committee member of the second and sixth class of high school has not yet appeared at the door, and the voice has spread into every corner of the classroom.

At the back of the classroom, all the students who remained silent turned their gazes in the same direction.

The smile on the face of the sports committee member who had already rushed into the classroom froze.

After this deathly silence, he suddenly remembered—

Unlike before, their Wen School Bully, who was very angry about getting up, is now resident in the back of the classroom...

At the thought of this, the sports committee's courage was almost shocked. He looked over, shaking his heart.

As if responding to the extremely terrifying premonition in his heart, a cold, deep voice, with a waking hoarse, rang at the back of the classroom—

"Fuck you—do you want to die?"

Accompanied by these words, the harsh dragging sound of tables and chairs sounded.

The boys in the last row stood up with a calm face, their hands hanging down to their sides were clenched into fists, and light blue veins were clearly blooming through the white skin.

"—Yes, I'm sorry Brother Yu, I..."

The sports committee member swallowed. Although it was still half a distance away from the classroom, he instinctively took a step back under the gaze of the ferocious wolf.

Wen Yufeng stepped forward with dark eyes, and walked toward the front of the classroom with his long legs.

Just before he took the second step, his left cuff was pinched.

"...Wen Yufeng, don't be angry."

Qin Qing was also a little uneasy as she glanced at the ferocious eyes that hadn't faded away. But she still didn't let go, she clenched even tighter—

"I...may I give you a topic?"

Wen Yufeng: "..."

The whole class: "...??"

The boy froze and stood there for a few seconds.

Then what made the whole class staggered was that their Wen school bully turned around so slowly, and finally sat back.

Seeing the situation eased, Qin Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

She took out the test paper that was not finished yesterday, and gave Wen Yufeng the last question.

When seeing the boy's Qingjun face gradually recovering the usual careless smile, Qin Qing finally couldn't help but hesitated and opened his mouth:

"Getting up gas is probably caused by low blood sugar. You can check it. If so, just take the sugar cubes with you..."

"I do have mild symptoms of hypoglycemia."

Wen Yufeng held his pen and replied while checking the calculations on the test paper, "But the sugar cubes are still unnecessary."

"Huh?...Why?"

"..."

The pen nib in Wen Yufeng's hand paused.

After two seconds, he slowly raised his gaze, a smile dyed into the corner of his eye—

"Didn't I still have you?"

"...Sweet."