He’s so Flirty

When Li Xiang and others saw Qin Qing approaching, they almost instinctively gave way.

After they realized that their behavior was strange, Qin Qing had already walked in front of Wen Yufeng.

Qin Qing stopped half a meter in front of Wen Yufeng. She and Wen Yufeng stood opposite each other, looking at each other, but no one spoke.

On the side, Li Xiang looked weird. He only felt that the girl who hadn't seen him in a long time had some inexplicable aura this time.

—If Qin Qing seemed to be a little timid when the two were together before, then she can't see that emotion at all now.

In other words, contrary to the height difference, Li Xiang always felt that the little girl in front of him had firmly pressed their brother Yu.

But how is this possible? ?

Li Xiang immediately sneered at the idea he had given birth to.

Then he heard the girl who was standing in the crowd with no stage fright talking.

The voice is still soft, but the thin back is straight and beautiful.

The girl stared at Wen Yufeng without blinking, she didn't have any expressions in her delicate facial features, her black eyes were a little bit cold.

Although he was looking at the boy, the words were directed at Li Xiang and others—

"He didn't finish memorizing words," the girl said, turning one hundred and eighty degrees, facing everyone with her back to Wen Yufeng, "I can't go anywhere."

"..."

As soon as these words were said, various emotions flashed across the faces of the surrounding boys.

Some had weird faces, some frowned slightly, and some were obviously unhappy.

Li Xiang grinned, opening his mouth to say something.

Just before he could speak, the boy standing behind the girl, who was more than 20 centimeters taller than the girl, raised his chin slightly and swept him lazily from the corner of his eye.

The black eyes carried the fierceness of a fierce beast patrolling the territory.

"..."

Li Xiang shrank his neck and swallowed the words back by himself.

The other people were not blind, and they ate deflated as soon as they saw Li Xiang, and did not dare to express their grievance.

The atmosphere was awkwardly silent for a while.

After two seconds, Wen Yufeng still seemed to speak helplessly.

"Tiantian, I have finished memorizing it."

The tone seemed a little helpless, but those eyes were filled with two pools of thick smiles.

Qin Qing's back stiffened.

She probably overestimated Wen Yufeng's lower limit.

—

Before that, she had never expected Wen Yufeng to call her nickname when there were so many people around.

If there were ground cracks, Qin Qing probably got in on the spot.

The aura that the girl had hardly supported before, gradually collapsed in the lingering sound of the words as her cheeks gradually warmed up.

Qin Qing was so angry that she turned around with her teeth gritted, and the corners of her eyes were red with the slightly raised apricot eyes.

But there seemed to be more than just annoyance in those eyes.

"..."

Wen Yufeng's eyes were deep, and he was momentarily absent.

It just so happened that in Wen Yufeng's loss of consciousness, Qin Qing suddenly took action-she lifted the thick English test paper she was still holding between her arms, and slapped the person in front of the chest.

The inertia affected by the quality, coupled with someone's self-inflicted "wandering", made the boys groan when the thick pile of test papers was shot.

But even so, Wen Yufeng still instinctively caught the girl's paper on him.

Qin Qing took it back empty, feeling a little unbearable when she heard that Yufeng's previous humming did not seem to be a fake.

But when he thought that this person might be planning something with them just now, Qin Qing immediately became confident again.

—If it wasn't for her low strength, it would be better to be able to pat a minor injury.

She can save herself from fighting with the third middle school. If she comes back with a wound like her right arm, she will be crazy.

After thinking about it, Qin Qing asked Wen Yufeng.

"End of memorizing?"

The situation has changed so quickly that no one else can react, Wen Yufeng knows what Qin Qing is asking.

"Really finished." His eyes were lazy, with a thin smile.

"Oh." Qin Qing glanced at him, turned and walked back, "Then this week, I will check your silent writing from time to time every day."

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, the last sentence was thrown over—

"Two minutes later, I will write a random check for the first time, and come back to prepare."

"...?"

Li Xiang and others couldn't believe their ears anymore.

When they were stunned, they saw that Wen Yufeng smiled harder on his face, and it quickly made them feel that their eyes were sore.

And without waiting for Li Xiang and others to speak again, the boy standing in the center lowered his eyes and curled his lips to look at the paper for a few seconds, and then straightened his long legs to follow him.

Before leaving, he patted Li Xiang on the shoulder.

"I don't want her to be upset."

After speaking, he went directly to the classroom of the liberal arts class 1.

Li Xiang and the others were left stunned, staring at each other.

After a while, someone murmured: "Who has changed Brother Yu?"

The other standing next to him nodded.

"When Ling Yu and Qi Lulu ate closed doors every day, I thought Brother Yu was indifferent... It seems that I was wrong, and this is a rule."

"Farewell, ooh sorrow..."

What everyone sighed outside the door didn’t know was that because of the arrival of themselves and others, their brother Yu’s life at this time was also in "deep water"—

"I didn't promise them."

"Did you have time to agree?-If I go five minutes late, will I not see you?"

"It shouldn't be gone in five minutes."

"...!?"

"—I was wrong. I will only listen to you in the future. I will not go out if you don't let me out."

"..."

"Tiantian, I admit it. Tiantian, Tiantian, Tiantian..."

"Wen Yufeng, shut up."

"Okay, listen to you."

"Set ten phrases silently, each with at least two interpretations, and make a sentence separately. It cannot be repeated, it must be a compound sentence."

"..."

Spring goes and autumn comes.

Qin Qing and Wen Yufeng advanced to the third year of high school with the first and third grades in liberal arts respectively.

Niu Zhihuai laughed from ear to ear at the meeting of the grade head teacher.

Although the other classes do not have the same scores as those in the liberal arts class, they have a much higher online rate than the same book in previous years.

The teaching director Sun Xing couldn't stop smiling.

Before such results, coupled with the "decompression" policy issued above, Sun Xing discussed with the graduating class teacher and made a decision—

There is a "School Anniversary Art Show" for the third grade, with at least one collective program and two single-person programs for each class.

The literary and artistic committee members almost cried when the order was reached to each class.

—

It's the third year of high school. How many students are willing to work **** programs?

And it happens that there are three hard indicators for the program.

The literary committee of the liberal arts class finally made up a drama by himself, so he eagerly pleaded with a group of students to participate in the performance. In the end, he was still stuck on the single show and wanted to cry without tears.

To make matters worse, their teacher Niu said that as a model in the liberal arts, Class One had to do three or four solo shows.

This time the literary committee begged grandpa to sue grandma. After going around the class several times, only two solo shows were finalized.

In the end, the expert pointed out, he went to the head teacher to find the personal data sheets of the students in the class, and followed their specialties one by one.

Finally caught one—

"Piano level ten?! Crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the class?!"

The literary and artistic committee held up the data sheet with emotion.

He flipped up the stack of data sheets, revealing the personal information part.

Then the literary committee was dumbfounded.

At the top, the two words "Qin Qing" are in sight.

And after a year of "incubation", everyone in the ant hole in the liberal arts class probably knows that everything you want to trouble Qin Qing, no matter how big or small, must be able to pass the level of Brother Yu.

—Although it has been a long time since the schoolmaster has been "secure", his legend in No. 1 China is no less.

The literary and artistic committee swallowed and decided to keep going down.

As long as someone else could replace him, he would never bother Classmate Qin Qing driving.

A few minutes later, the literary and artistic committee who turned over the data sheet of the complete class wanted to cry without tears.

He found that the classmates were either very humble and didn't write anything, or very mad, and they were good at learning?

The literary and artistic committee wanted to grab the collars of some of the classmates and ask—

Qin Qing didn't even say that he was good at learning, so where are you so big-faced? ?

…Quality education must be strictly enforced!

With such feelings, the arts committee walked to the classroom as if he was dead.

When I entered a classroom, I saw that Qin Qing was sitting alone in a certain position, and the art committee suddenly felt that it was bright.

He quickly looked around and after making sure that Wen Yufeng was not in or outside the classroom, he took a deep breath and walked over.

When he arrived at the desk, the literary committee said nothing, and first bowed to Qin Qing who was sitting there—

"Student Qin Qing, please do me a favor!"

"..."

Qin Qing was taken aback by this posture, and blinked before reacting.

After returning to her senses, she was a little at a loss: "What is it? If I can help, I will help, no need to..."

...

It was not until the day of the school celebration art performance that Wen Yufeng knew that Qin Qing was going to perform the "Piano Solo" program.

When hearing this from other members of the class, Wen Yufeng's eyes sank.

But he didn't make a move, and didn't even ask Qin Qing a word. When he was only doing exercises between classes, he went to the desk of the literary and art committee, gave the other person a look, and walked out of the classroom by himself.

"..."

The literary committee cried in his heart, "There is no impermeable wall in the world," and felt that he was following out with the accompaniment of Yi Shuige and Xiao Xiaohanfeng.

"You asked her to sign up?"

Entering the stairwell, Wen Yufeng didn't talk nonsense, frowned and turned around, straight to the point.

The literary and artistic committee did not wait to ask more questions and then all the tricks—

"Brother Yu, I can’t help it. The top rush is too tight. It’s not easy to order a single-person show in a short time. Except for Qin Qing, there are only a few people who are good at painting and calligraphy. I can’t let them paint half of them. Come down in hours?"

After saying this in one breath, the literary committee took a peek at Wen Yufeng's expression, and saw that although the other party's eyes were cold, but it was not completely unturned, he courageously added:

"Although Qin Qing said that she is a little hand-skilled, she is also a good candidate for piano tenth grade, so she should be prepared in a short time. I asked before that piano and performance costumes are provided by the Student Union's Art Department, so just..."

The literary committee did not say much.

"Did not delay her time?"

Wen Yufeng still wrinkled his eyebrows.

The literary committee shook his head into a rattle: "No no-absolutely no!"

"..." Wen Yufeng's expression was a little loose, but the corners of his eyes raised slightly, his eyes still showing some long-awaited hostility, "Next time there will be something to trouble her without telling me..."

Before Wen Yufeng finished speaking, the literary and artistic committee pointed towards the sky: "Absolutely not! I swear!"

—

If he has him, he will just resign...As a class committee member, he has to risk his life, whoever loves to do it!

After confirming that Wen Yufeng had agreed to this matter, the literary and artistic committee was completely relieved.

He thought there would be no more moths.

Until the second day of the school celebration art performance backstage, Wen Yufeng saw Qin Qing put on the performance dress.