I Deliver Candy To Men

Wen Yijia has long known that not everyone likes to suck. He raised his brows and nodded to her: "Well."

Continue to **** up.

Song Yingying didn't like sucking, so she took a big bite when she felt unpleasant. The chocolate crispy crust and the vanilla-flavored ice cream were chewed together, and the cold, soft and crunchy taste instantly made her narrow her eyes with a look of satisfaction.

The two finished eating the ice cream and waited for a while before the bus came.

"Your car is coming, let's go!" Song Yingying waved to Wen Yijia.

Wen Yijia shook his head: "I'll wait for the next one."

"Are you going to send me?" Song Yingying said in surprise, pointing to the sweat on his body, "You are not heat-resistant, go back quickly."

Wen Yijia looked down at the sweaty clothes on her body, a little ashamed.

His upbringing told him not to go ahead of girls. But he was so hot, his clothes were sweaty, and he looked very embarrassed. He looked at her indifferent expression, thought for a while, and said, "Then I'll go first, be careful on your way."

"I see, see you tomorrow." Song Yingying waved at him.

When Wen Yijia's car drove away, Song Yingying's car also came. She got in the car and went home.

The next day, a few punks really came to class.

A group of people with various hair colors, yellow, green, purple, and blue, entered the classroom, causing a sudden silence.

The students looked at it in unison.

"We're here for class." The yellow-haired boy looked around the classroom, pointed to Song Yingying and said, "Sister asked us to come."

The classmates looked at Song Yingying: "Your brother?"

"You're not an only child, are you?"

Song Yingying stood up and said, "They call me my sister because they see me as a good student. In fact, I have no blood relationship with me." She looked at the teacher again, "They are the students I mentioned. Let them sit down?"

She came early in the morning and told the teacher about it. The teacher knew about it and welcomed more students to the class, so she nodded: "Sit down, keep quiet, and don't disturb other students."

"Yes, teacher." Several boys sat down by the window.

A group of mottled hair, crowded among a group of top students, is extraordinarily different.

They basically couldn't understand what the teacher said. They listened hard with blank eyes.

If they can't sleep, my sister will beat them. If they can't speak, my sister will beat them. Listening to lectures, spending money, no matter how you have to listen to a few words.

After the first class, the eyes of several people were dumbfounded. Even Song Yingying walked to the table and just looked at her blankly.

Song Yingying handed out a few handwritten papers to each of them: "I wrote it last night. Your task today is to figure out the papers. I'll check them after school, and I'll take the exam!" She scared them and said, "Those who fail the test will be turned into kites by me!"

When a few people heard the kite turning, they were shocked and came back to their senses: "Yes, yes, we will study it carefully, thank you sister!"

Song Yingying just walked back.

Her own physics grades are not very good, so she put in a lot of hard work, and did a lot of simple, medium, and difficult exercises. Last night, she picked a set of questions and gave it to a few boys.

After school, Song Yingying checked the papers of several boys.

When she gave them the questions, she also gave them the answers and let them compare the research. At this time, seeing that the scroll was full of writing, she hummed and smiled: "Copy it?"

Several boys dare not answer.

Song Yingying picked up the pen, turned the paper over, and asked three more questions.

"The same question type, but the parameters have changed. You can go home after you solve these three questions." She slapped the pen and asked them to answer the questions, "You can discuss, let's start."

A few boys formed a circle and studied three questions.

The questions Song Yingying gave them were not difficult. They studied for a whole day and learned two types of questions. However, after solving two questions, the third question cannot be solved.

"Sister, help!" Several boys looked at her pitifully.

Song Yingying has been listening to them by the side. Knowing where they are stuck, she picks up a pen and tells them about the key points.

"Sister, you are amazing!" Several boys solved it and immediately looked at her admiringly.

Song Yingying gave a "hum", picked up the pen, and asked another comprehensive question: "Now, solve it!"

Several boys immediately began to study.

Twenty minutes later, they made it, with a look of excitement: "Sister, it's done!"

"Yes, we can go home." Song Yingying said, putting away the papers and scratch paper they had made.

When a few boys saw her being so serious, they were inexplicably moved, and they said, "Sister, give us the papers, and we will keep them when we go back."

Song Yingying raised her eyebrows and looked them up and down: "In a month, I'm going to give the exam questions. Don't you take it back and read it every day? How can I do it? I'll wait for you to fail, and then turn you into kites. !"

Several boys opened their eyes wide: "Isn't it?"

"How can this be?"

"Sister, are you too cruel?"

"Humph! Is my No. 4 middle school sister easy to talk about?" Song Yingying glared at them, "Go back and memorize the questions! In a month, if someone fails the test, wait and see! I'll turn him over at the school gate!"

Several boys were so frightened that they wrote down the questions silently after returning home, and did it again to consolidate.

The next day is math class.

The physics class, math class, and chemistry class come in rotation, twice a week, with a rest on Sunday. But when there is no class, other students also come, take the papers they bought from the bookstore, and work with their heads sullen.

Huang Mao and others felt that these people were really idle: "What's wrong with doing it? What's the fun in brushing questions?"

"Brother Fat never brushes questions." Song Yingying heard their muttering and said, "Brother Fat will give them a paper and correct it."

Huang Mao and others: "...fat brother is mighty."

The real school masters don't brush the questions every day. Their IQ allows them to learn in a very short period of time, and understand the type of questions thoroughly, so they don't need to waste time brushing the questions.

The students who brush the questions are not so talented and want to improve their grades through time and effort.

Wen Yijia belongs to the former, Song Yingying belongs to the latter.

The yellow hairs obviously couldn't keep up with the latter. If it wasn't for Song Yingying giving them questions every day, the easy questions gave them confidence, they began to be interested in solving questions, and they gradually mastered the basics, they would not have completed a whole set of papers in the three years of high school.

On this day, Song Yingying gave them another topic.

Because it was too hot, thin beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a few hairs stuck to it. She frowned, wiped it with the back of her hand, and continued to speak.

Huang Mao and the others looked at her pure and white face, and felt her seriousness, and they felt a little ashamed. They picked up a few scraps of paper, folded them, and fanned her back and forth.

"Sister, keep talking, we're listening!"

Song Yingying gave them an approving look.

Half an hour later, she got angry: "Why don't you understand?!"

Is she bad at speaking? !

Turning to look at Wen Yijia who asked the question next to him: "Brother Fat! Tell them!"

In front of the little gangsters, she called herself a sister, and also called Wen Yijia fat brother, to show her momentum.

Wen Yijia turned around, glanced at a few boys, and beckoned to them, "Come here."

When the boys didn't move, Song Yingying said, "What? Are you still waiting for your fat brother to come over? Take a look at him, do you think it's appropriate?"

Wen Yijia's body shape is indeed inappropriate.

"Inappropriate, inappropriate." Several boys rushed over.

"Remember to give your fat brother a fan!" Song Yingying said again.

Several boys stood back and forth, left and right, and fanned Wen Yijia.

Seeing that they were frightened, pinched their fans into folds, and fanned them vigorously, apparently treating Song Yingying as a beast of a flood, Wen Yijia laughed in her heart. How did they know that she was actually a cute and soft girl?

Wen Yijia has two brushes more than Song Yingying. He changed his mind and explained the topic to a few boys. This time, several boys really admired Wen Yijia: "Brother Fat, why are you so smart?"

Wen Yijia said lightly: "Do a few more sets of questions, you can do it too."

Several people believed it, and they were thinking about where to buy a few sets of questions to do.

In a blink of an eye, summer vacation is over.

The students in Class 19 of Senior High have consolidated their knowledge of Senior 1, and have been exposed to some knowledge of Senior 2. They have a certain understanding of the curriculum and difficulty level of Senior 2, and they are full of confidence when they start the semester.

Song Yingying also came to school full of energy. She made up all her weaknesses during the summer vacation. At present, there are basically no questions she can't understand. She has enough time and energy to accept new knowledge.

Teacher Xu asked everyone to come to the office and arrange seats according to the results of the last test.

Bai Ling was the first, so she picked her seat first.

Wen Yijia's total score was two points less than Bai Ling's because of her poor Chinese grades, and she became the second place, and then she chose a seat.

He still chose the back row by the door.

Song Yingying's result was slightly worse, in seventh place. But the classmates in front of her didn't want to be at the same table with Wen Yijia, they all had their own familiar tablemates, so Song Yingying also returned to the back row, still at the same table with Wen Yijia.

Teacher Xu also specifically asked her: "No one is bullying Wen Yijia anymore, do you want to go back to the front?"

"Teacher, I'm familiar with Wen Yijia, and I don't want to change." Song Yingying said, "and he's good in science, I can ask him to help with lectures without delaying his study. Besides, my language is relatively good. You can also give him a supplementary language."

Teacher Xu thought about it, the two students are quite complementary, so that's it.

A new semester has begun.

Summer is not over yet, and the high temperature from time to time makes everyone miserable. Especially Wen Yijia, because of his body shape, he is particularly heat-resistant and always sweats a lot on his body. He didn't want to affect Song Yingying, so he tried to sit inside, trying to give her as much space as possible.

Song Yingying noticed it and asked the system, "Your son is so pitiful! Is there anything to cool you down?"

"Yes, but you need to exchange points." The system said.

Song Yingying said angrily, "This is your son! Your own son! You actually want him to buy it? Is it your own? Does your chip hurt?"

The system then said: "Okay, okay, no points, I'll give it to you." Give Song Yingying a bottle of perfume and let her put it on the table as an ordinary perfume, but it will invisibly lower the temperature a little, and it will not be noticed. "I want to emphasize that this is not what I gave to that fat guy, it's for Ying Baoer! That fat boy isn't worth my money!"

Song Yingying was too funny: "Okay, I believe you."

With this beautiful bottle of perfume, Wen Yijia sweated less badly and felt a lot less embarrassed, and began to slowly devote her energy to her studies.