He’s so Flirty

As soon as the second semester of high school starts, students almost all feel the first wave of pressure from the college entrance examination.

The morning self-study time of each class is adjusted for the first time. Although Niu Zhihuai, the teacher in charge of the class is a smiling and amiable old teacher, he also mentioned this matter to the students in the liberal arts class in a very polite manner of discussion, but after a semester of getting along with each other, everyone has long regarded this teacher in charge. The temperament is felt through.

—

While he was still smiling, the wisest choice for the students was to agree.

In this way, the "democratic" vote was passed, and the early self-study time was half an hour ahead of schedule.

And this is just the first unfortunate thing experienced by the students represented by the liberal arts class.

The second wave came very quickly.

When watching the teachers of various subjects walk into the classroom with thick papers, the students almost cried—

In their previous impressions, shouldn't things like final exams have been taken and parents should be forgotten?

How come after a winter vacation, many of them have returned the papers that they haven't passed in a year?

The blessing in misfortune is probably the fiercest math teacher in the class came into the classroom with a smile and holding papers.

Standing on the stage, the math teacher put the papers on the table, and the math class representatives in the class consciously stepped forward to hand out the papers. The math teacher spoke at this moment.

"The math scores in our class improved well during the last semester, and the classmates did not disappoint me."

It is rare for the students in the liberal arts class to see the smile of the math teacher, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The math teacher’s gaze fell directly in a certain direction of the classroom, and at the same time he smiled so that his eyes disappeared—

"What makes the teacher especially happy is that in the ranking of the mathematics of the liberal arts class, our class owns two of the top three places."

Qin Qing and Wen Yufeng were sitting behind the table that the teacher was looking at.

The eyes of the whole class followed.

"Every time Qin Qing's math score is the first in grade, this teacher is used to it." The math teacher turned around and looked at the boy next to the girl, "But—Wen Yufeng, you gave it down to the ground. I'm a surprise!"

The boy who was named directly did not lift his head at the time, and seemed to have no reaction to the praise of the math teacher.

Next to Qin Qing, seeing the smile on the math teacher's face was a bit uncontrollable, she calmly moved her right leg under the table and gently kicked the boy's long leg that was curled up aggrievedly under the table.

"..."

Wen Yufeng's eyes flashed, his legs moved lightly, and at the same time he raised his eyes to look at the podium.

The mathematics teacher withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and went on to deliver his speech.

In this corner of the audience, Qin Qing frowned and lowered her voice:

"Wen Yufeng,...you let me go."

On the desktop, the boy supported his cheekbones with one hand, turned to the girl, his thin lips curled up with a smile.

"I didn't catch you."

As he said, his free hand still tapped on the desktop, as if to show his innocence.

"..." Qin Qing had to struggle with her calf, which was not able to be retracted after she stretched it out, with annoyance hidden in her beautiful eyes, "I just reminded you."

"Ah, you mean below."

Wen Yufeng smiled very insincerely, feeling the calf clamped by his legs trying to break away, his eyes were slightly deeper.

The legs moved in the direction of the girl again.

Then, the curvature of the boy's lip line became a bit higher.

"Sorry, I can't stretch too much."

If it weren't for the class, Qin Qing would have really jumped up with anger.

But even if she knew it was a class, she couldn't help but feel annoyed: "Just your legs..."

After asking Qin Qing, she regretted it.

—

She also questioned this question on the day of the sports meeting last semester.

This person didn't say a word at the time, so he stopped next to her small row.

Qin Qing still remembered the length difference that hurt people's self-esteem.

When I think of this, the girl is even more gloomy.

Wen Yufeng watched the whole process, and vaguely guessed the girl's mood at this time.

He lifted the corners of his lips, and while the math teacher on the podium was not paying attention, he quickly attached it to the girl—

"Yes. But I like short legs."

"..."

Within two seconds, Qin Qing's cheeks turned red.

—I'm so angry.

...

In the next few classes, almost every teacher had to add Wen Yufeng to his praise list.

But it should be.

The first grade in Liberal Arts, the third in mathematics, and the sixth in Chinese; and before that, he had not entered the top 20 in any single subject.

In comparison, Qin Qing, who was actually the first in grade, was distracted a lot of attention.

Until English class—

"Wen Yufeng, when did I offend you?"

Before stepping firmly on the podium in the first step, the English teacher spoke without a smile.

Without waiting for Wen Yufeng to answer, she took the conversation by herself.

"Before semester, your head teacher held a teacher meeting. I really have no face to go-the total score for the whole year is 16, Chinese sixth, math third, literary comprehensive first, English, huh? You can't count a hundred?-English You are all famous!"

After talking for a long time in one breath, the English teacher was very suffocated, changed his breath and continued:

"If it wasn't for my English teacher to drag you back, your grades would be able to compete with Qin Qing for first place in liberal arts-when did you say that I was offended by you? You have to give me such a blow??"

The English teacher in the liberal arts class is young, but one mouth is really good. After speaking, the whole class smiled and looked up embarrassedly.

Only the person involved didn't feel it.

Wen Yufeng laughed lazily when the English teacher finished a string of vomiting.

"Sorry, Teacher Ge, I can't make up my basic English skills."

"..." The English teacher was choked with anger, and it took two seconds to answer, "If you can't make it up, just make it up! The first grader of the English single subject sits next to you. If it's not for the composition school, you won't be given full marks. Qin Qing can get a full score this time—I think she is more than enough to teach you three!"

The English teacher was very angry, and after speaking, he started scrolling through the paper, turning a few pages and then stopped, as if he was thinking of something.

She frowned and looked in Wen Yufeng's direction again—

"Your teacher Niu said, if you can't teach you English in a single subject, don't waste resources and ask Qin Qing to switch to another desk to give counseling to others."

After speaking, the English teacher frowned and lowered his head to look at the test paper.

—She really didn't figure out what use Mr. Niu said this would do.

And the English teacher who lowered her head didn't see it. A second before she spoke, the boy who was a little sloppy, the little smile in her eyes suddenly evaporated after she spoke.

After two seconds, Wen Yufeng squinted slightly and squeaked softly.

"...It's not over yet."

Beside, Qin Qing couldn't help laughing.

…

After the English teacher passed the "sacred edict" of Teacher Niu, Wen Yufeng really started to learn English with Qin Qing.

It was also after teaching Wen Yufeng English that Qin Qing discovered something more magical in this person.

For example, the basics of vocabulary and grammar were so bad that she was horrifying, but she was able to speak a spoken language that surprised her. The pronunciation is fluent and standard. As long as the professional vocabulary part is not involved in daily conversations, Qin Qing even feels that she is communicating with a native Englishman.

"You won't be... a mixed race?"

Qin Qing finally couldn't help but ask her question.

Hearing that "yes", Wen Yufeng was helpless: "My uncle's mother is a foreigner, and my grandfather is a pure-blood Chinese."

"Then how can your spoken English be so good?"

"I told you that two years before I entered first high school... I was abroad with my uncle."

"..." Qin Qing's face changed slightly when she mentioned this topic.

It took two seconds for her to adjust her mood, and she turned her gaze back needlessly, "Well, the reason for your bad English is very simple-first memorize all the vocabulary lists at the back of English textbooks."

"'First'?" Wen Yufeng raised an eyebrow.

Qin Qing turned to him with a sullen face, "Otherwise, learn about the latest version of the Oxford Dictionary?"

"..."

Wen Yufeng had no choice but to turn back "obedient" when the little girl's eyes made her temperless.

"The first book."

Qin Qing took an English book and corresponding notes from her bookcase and put them in front of Wen Yufeng.

Wen Yufeng: "All my English books are there."

Qin Qing glanced at the brand new English book that had hardly been turned over.

Then she turned her face back and murmured a little.

"Who knows if there is any weird magazine in it."

Wen Yufeng: "..."

One month later.

Another monthly exam in the second year of high school ended. As the English class representative of the liberal arts class, Qin Qing and another class representative took the English test papers back to the classroom.

"Wen Yufeng's progress is really fast!"

The girl who walked side by side with Qin Qing said with emotion, "Until now, many people don't believe it—how can anyone be so jealous."

"Jealous?" Qin Qing, who hadn't interrupted before, was startled.

"It's an exaggeration, but it's really a little bit." The girl said, "The grades of the first year of high school were very poor. As a result, after the first semester of the second year of high school, the speed of improvement was really rapid-although I did not skip class and stay in class, it did not See him working hard..."

The girl paused for a while, seeing Qin Qing's expression unharmed, she continued: "Just like this monthly English test, his English score last semester has only been more than a month since the start of school, and it has improved so much-they are all joking. , Saying that he doesn't look like a human anymore."

Qin Qing laughed lightly.

"What are you laughing at?" the girl asked curiously.

"Wen Yufeng has a characteristic." Qin Qing was still smiling, her eyes bright, "He is very focused.-As long as it is something he recognizes, he will definitely do it."

Speaking of this, Qin Qing paused for a while. After a while, she lowered her eyes slightly:

"Plus, he does have such outstanding abilities. So...no one can stop him from walking towards his goal."

The girl next to her was confused, but Qin Qing didn't explain more, and the two went straight to the classroom.

Holding the test papers, the two of them had just turned to the back door of the classroom of the liberal arts class, and they saw a bunch of boys standing at the front door.

The tall man at the front with a clear side face is particularly conspicuous.

The girl standing next to Qin Qing whispered, "Ah...were those who skipped class and fight with Wen Yufeng? Did they really come to Wen Yufeng?"

"..."

Qin Qing frowned, stopped and turned her face, "'I'm really here to find'?-What do you mean?"

The girl hesitated. But seeing Qin Qing's eyes resolute, she could only say helplessly: "It seems that the third middle school came to our school and blocked it twice. The boys in the grade always said that they would fight with the third middle school..."

Qin Qing's expression changed slightly.

After two seconds, she turned and walked towards those people.

"Hey..." The girl couldn't help but sighed, and went back by herself.

And outside the front door of the classroom, Li Xiang and others surrounded you one by one, and the boy leaning on the wall frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

When he was about to speak, he listened to silence around him.

Wen Yufeng raised his eyes, and then saw Li Xiang and the others voluntarily letting go, the petite girl with her face sullenly holding the test paper, and walking straight to him.