I Deliver Candy To Men

In a blink of an eye, the tail of summer has passed.

With the arrival of autumn, the weather began to turn cooler. All the classmates wore long sleeves, and the female classmates who were afraid of the cold also added coats.

Song Yingying's fat tablemate also changed into long sleeves, and the benefits of accidentally touching the flesh were gone.

She stopped talking to him.

In this regard, Wen Yijia was very helpless. He watched her sit slanted over with her back to the back of his round head, and in addition to her helplessness, there was some quiet joy.

People don't get mad at unimportant people, and for that long.

He began to ask her about Chinese topics, especially understanding, how to get points easily. Although she doesn't talk to him, she will answer any questions she asks. It's just that after he's finished speaking, he'll go back without saying a word.

Wen Yijia was helpless. It's funny again. He knew why she didn't talk to him, she wanted to know which college he went to.

If he doesn't talk for a day, she probably ignores him for a day.

He won't say it.

The third year of high school became tense. I don't know if it was the teacher who was nervous first or the students who were nervous first. In short, day by day tense up. Everyone was busy writing papers, and there was less chatter.

The classmates who were sitting in the back row liked to talk, but in this atmosphere, they stopped talking. Occasionally lying on the table, I want to sleep late like before, but when I lie down, I hear the sound of "shush" writing all around, I can't sleep anymore, I pick up the pen and start writing the paper.

Every day, many papers are issued for everyone to practice, but the teachers only choose typical ones to teach. Consciously, I will do all the questions on the paper. If you don't want to do it, the teacher doesn't care. In the third year of high school, teachers will no longer care about students who are not willing to study.

Song Yingying likes this pace very much. Brush the questions every day, consolidate the knowledge you have learned, integrate them and engrave them into your subconscious mind, and you can do it after you have taken the paper. In the past, she could only answer questions, but now she gradually realized that all subjects are related to each other, so she was even more excited when she did the questions.

When I got excited, I forgot that I was still angry with my roommate. But when she calmed down, she immediately remembered and ignored him.

Senior high school students are very busy. Many students do not go home for lunch at noon. They stay in the classroom all day long, saving time on the road to rest or study questions.

Song Yingying would go home at noon, but she would not go home after school in the afternoon. She would go back to the classroom after having something to eat.

On this day, she ate buns and walked into the classroom through the back door. As soon as she sat down, she heard Yang Zijin greet her next to her: "First sister."

Song Yingying thought that he was very funny. Every time she saw her, she called her "Sister No. 1", and Mingling started to call her Yingying.

"Brother one." She called back and stuffed the last bun into her mouth.

Yang Zijin is currently studying at night in class 9. He changed seats with a **** student in the back row who didn't study much. The student went to his class and he sat down by himself.

He is a school bully, and the **** students in the school did not dare to provoke him. Knowing that he wanted to study with his girlfriend, he did not dare to refuse. When Teacher Xu saw it, he opened one eye and closed the other, as long as he didn't make trouble and didn't affect the discipline.

After a while, someone came in and sat down beside Yang Zijin. It was his younger brother who came here with a set of math papers.

"First sister, give me the topic of the sermon." The boy smiled and spoke to Song Yingying.

Song Yingying had seen him a few times, and she had also given him some lectures. He probably thought that Song Yingying was easy to talk, and after that, he came over every afternoon after school and asked Song Yingying to give him a lecture.

Song Yingying had no opinion. Talking to others is helpful to clarify your thoughts and understand the type of questions. What's more, the boys asked her simple questions, which was like relaxing her mind to her.

"Wait for me to take a sip of water." She gulped down a few sips of water, picked up a pen and scratch paper, and started talking to him.

The boys are pretty handsome. He just likes spraying perfume and applying hairspray. Every time Song Yingying approaches him, her nose feels uncomfortable. But this is someone's personality, and she can't say anything, especially this boy is very good, and he will buy snacks to thank her.

"Understood, thank you first sister!" The boy listened to her again, and immediately looked at her gratefully, his eyes were wide open, shining brightly, the boyishness was very strong, which made Song Yingying feel a little uncomfortable and couldn't help it. Move back, "You're welcome, you can continue to do the question."

She moved back and was next to Wen Yijia. Wen Yijia raised her head, glanced at her, and then at the boy who was in the aisle across the aisle. She turned her head back without saying anything.

the next day.

The boy came to Song Yingying for advice again, and put a bag of snacks on Song Yingying's table: "First sister, give me two more questions."

Seeing that what he bought was very expensive, Song Yingying frowned, "Don't buy it again, or I won't tell you."

Helping each other between classmates is a friendship. He always buys snacks for her, as if she was greedy for snacks and gave him a topic, which made people uncomfortable.

The boy smiled and said, "My sister gives me lectures every day and wastes my time. How can I be embarrassed?"

"It's nothing." Song Yingying said, throwing the snacks back to him, "What are you talking about today?"

The boy took the snack and was stunned for a while, but then he laughed and showed Song Yingying the question.

Song Yingying read it again and frowned: "Didn't I tell you something similar the day before yesterday? Why not?"

"Really? But I look different." The boy said with a bitter face, "I'm so stupid, first sister, do you dislike me?"

Song Yingying looked up at him: "It doesn't matter if you're stupid, just work hard. But I've clearly told you about this kind of question, and you said you understood it, but it's only been two days, and you won't be able to do it again. If you keep doing this, I won't tell you."

The boy quickly apologized: "It's my fault, I'll remember it in the future."

Song Yingying told him again, and after she finished speaking, she gave him a similar question for him to do, but he didn't do it right again, and she got angry.

"I'm coming." At this time, someone patted on the shoulder, turned his head and saw Wen Yijia stood up and motioned to her, "Sit inside and I'll tell him."

Wen Yijia is a real god, not a top student like Song Yingying, but Song Yingying was still very convinced of him, and stood up quickly: "Okay."

He said to the boy again, "Listen well."

Wen Yijia's figure was so bloated that it completely blocked her vision, so that she didn't see the boy's stunned expression. After I sat in, I picked up the paper I was going to talk about tomorrow and started doing it.

When she thought about it, even a **** like Wen Yijia couldn't understand him, then he was really helpless, so he didn't worry at all and left the boy behind.

When class was about to begin, the boy stood up in a hurry and said, "I almost understand. When I go back and do it, I won't waste your time." He ran away with the paper in his hand.

"Bring your things." Wen Yijia grabbed him and handed him the snack bag he dropped.

The boy hesitated, but he still took it and said to Song Yingying, "First sister, I will figure it out tomorrow."

Song Yingying raised her head and waved at him: "Go, go."

The next day, the boy came again.

Just when Song Yingying was about to take his question, she felt that the bench moved. Wen Yijia stood up and motioned to her, "I told him yesterday, I'll check it."

Song Yingying heard it right, so she gave it to him: "Then come on." She sat inside.

Because of Wen Yijia's overly majestic figure, she still didn't see the boy's annoyed expression. But she didn't want to write the papers at the moment, so she sat next to her, resting her cheeks in both hands, listening to Wen Yijia's lectures to the boys.

Wen Yijia is a person who really understands the types of questions. His knowledge is not limited to high school textbooks. His pointers are always precise and sharp, and even Song Yingying feels that it is very beneficial to listen to it.

But after a long time, she covered her face and couldn't bear to look at the boy's expression again. The better Wen Yijia spoke, the more stupid the boy appeared. It's hopelessly stupid, and it's unbearable to look directly at it.

She covered her face and turned her back, took out the paper to write the questions, and forgot about it. It wasn't until halfway through the self-study class that she asked Wen Yijia, "Do you want to change it back?"

"No." Wen Yijia shook his head.

The next morning, when Song Yingying came to the classroom, she found that Wen Yijia was still sitting in her seat.

"Hey, go back to your seat."

She's still angry with him! Really!

"I want to sit outside." Wen Yijia looked up at her, "I found it spacious and comfortable to sit outside."

Saying that, he patted his fat thighs.

All his flesh. With a single tap, the flesh trembled like waves.

Song Yingying: "..."

Sitting inside with a blank face.

Otherwise, what else can we do? She is a class committee anyway, so she can't bully her classmates, right? He said that it was comfortable to sit outside. If she insisted on him sitting inside, wouldn't it be very inhumane?

After school in the afternoon, the boy who likes to spray perfume came back to Song Yingying to answer the question, but found that Song Yingying was sitting inside, which was very inconvenient.

And Wen Yijia looked straight at him, so that he couldn't ask any questions he wanted to ask Song Yingying - they were also top students, so he singled out Song Yingying to ask, wasn't it too obvious?

After two or three times, he stopped coming.

"Hey, that boy who likes to spray perfume hasn't come for a few days?" After about a week, Song Yingying remembered this.

Wen Yijia said lightly, "Maybe you have all learned it?"

Song Yingying laughed "puchi", that boy's foundation is very weak, he has mastered the knowledge that others spent two years mastering? impossible.

Seeing Wen Yijia looking at her again, she hurriedly smiled, snorted him, and turned away.

Wen Yijia looked at the back of her round head, took a long time to look back, and buried her head.

The days go by quickly.

In addition to brushing questions, exams have also become more frequent. Weekly test, monthly test, non-stop.

In a blink of an eye, the first semester of high school was over.

This time Wen Yijia is still the first. But Bai Ling's score also improved, and the total score was only five points behind Wen Yijia.

Song Yingying got the fourth place with difficulty, only one point higher than the fifth place, she was beaten by the fifth place girl, and cried on her shoulder: "No humanity! You stole my fourth place! I hate you!"

"We killed the third place! So I am third and you are fourth! How about it?" Song Yingying gave her an idea.

He was beaten by the third classmate again.

winter vacation.

Bai Ling called Song Yingying and asked her to go out to the movies: "I beg you, otherwise I really can't get out. Please help me. I will ask him to invite you to drink milk tea. You can add as many pearls as you want!"

For Pearl's sake, Song Yingying agreed.

But light bulbs are really bad. Song Yingying hesitated whether to call Wen Yijia and ask Wen Yijia to join her.

But they are still fighting.

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