I Deliver Candy To Men

Looking at his girlfriend who was approaching, Yang Zijin felt a little guilty.

He found an excuse to run out, he just didn't want to do the papers. Now that Bailing sees that he is very busy, he actually has time to make an appointment with someone, and when he goes back, he still doesn't know how many papers he will use to crush him to death!

But he was used to being the first brother, even if he muttered in his heart, he could still hold on to his face. A faint look, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Bai Ling, Song Yingying raised her hand and greeted her, "Squad leader!"

After Bailing ran over, the first thing she did was hug Yang Zijin's arm, and then she nodded to Song Yingying: "Song Yingying. Why are you here?" Then she looked at Yang Zijin, "What are you talking about?"

Yang Zijin hadn't figured out how to speak when he saw the girl opposite and said in surprise, "You two... ah, I see!"

If she hadn't figured out who this tall and handsome boy was before, now that she saw Bai Ling holding his hand, what else did Song Yingying not know? She suddenly felt that the matter was resolved, and said to Bailing, "He wants to have a fight with me. You persuade him, if you don't study hard, why would you fight?"

After speaking, he waved to the two of them: "I'm leaving, you two have a good talk."

Have a good "talk", fall in love, and talk about things. She consciously said a pun, winked at the two of them, and walked away.

Yang Zijin and Bailing who stayed on the spot: "..."

"I didn't make an appointment with her!" Yang Zijin explained quickly, for fear that his girlfriend, who was all about studying, would turn his back on him.

Unexpectedly, the girlfriend is actually very gentle today: "Did you not have an appointment, or did you not have an appointment?" He glanced at him before saying: "Let's go, do the paperwork."

Yang Zijin, who had escaped the catastrophe, breathed a sigh of relief, with a cool expression on his face, he put his arms around Bai Ling's shoulder and asked, "Is that girl familiar with you?"

"Not very familiar." Bai Ling said lightly, thinking of the scene where the two of them were standing together just now, she felt uncomfortable, "Let's not talk about her, do you want to do math or chemistry first?"

Yang Zijin was in tears. He didn't want to do paperwork at all. He had money at home, so it would be good to study abroad and take a woolen college entrance examination! But his girlfriend loves learning, so he had no choice but to say boldly, "Do it all!"

After knowing that the male lead and female lead are together, Song Yingying paid special attention to Wen Yijia. Seeing that he can't see any special expression, I don't know if it's because of his introverted nature or if he really doesn't care. But she thought that Wen Yijia didn't have much contact with Bai Ling, and she intuitively thought he didn't like Bai Ling very much.

In short, after observing for several days, she saw that Wen Yijia was either burying her head in doing the questions, or raising her head to give lectures to the classmates, and she was very relieved that there was nothing else to do except study.

It's okay to like someone! Just don't interfere with your studies!

Besides, there is a shadow that I like in my heart. When I have nothing to do, I take it out and think about it. It is still very sweet.

Song Yingying never thought it was anything. Even, sometimes when she is tired and annoyed by the questions, she will think about her sweetheart.

She is the senior high school senior in her real life, a tall and handsome boy who plays basketball very well, smiles brightly and makes people feel sweet at first sight. He still had well-aligned abs, which she had occasionally caught a glimpse of and never forgot.

I don't know who is lucky enough to be his girlfriend? It's so beautiful to be able to touch the abdominal muscles.

She thought about it, and her face was a little red and a little rippling. Until his arm was stabbed by something, he came back to his senses and looked to the side: "What's the matter?"

Wen Yijia took back the pen and glanced at the podium: "If you look at Teacher Sun with this look again, he won't know how to teach."

This class is an art class. The young art teacher is telling them about the life of a great painter. Unexpectedly, Song Yingying watched with admiration and admiration. not go down.

Song Yingying secretly brushed the questions just now. When she was tired, she thought of her sweetheart. Unexpectedly, she was staring at Teacher Sun and thinking, bringing such a burden to Teacher Sun. She lowered her head guiltily and held her face.

Wen Yijia looked at her blushing face, and remembered that she was always observing herself recently, he hesitated and asked, "what's the matter with you recently?"

If he guessed correctly, is she trying to fall in love? However, she stared at him before, but it didn't look like it. He looks like a ghost now, who would want to fall in love with him? But she stared at the art teacher again, and that look made it hard to think of anywhere else.

"Have you been under too much pressure from 'studying' recently?" He hesitated for a long time and persuaded her in a euphemistic way, "Don't be under too much pressure, you are already great, and you can always 'learn' well."

He emphasized the word "study" and secretly reminded her that nothing is more important than study. In particular, she is not a very talented student. She relies on writing questions to ensure her grades. Once distracted, her grades will drop significantly.

Song Yingying shook her head and said embarrassedly, "It's okay, I'm okay."

Girl Si Chun! She was so ashamed, she covered her face, and it took a long while to lift her up. As soon as he raised his head, his eyes collided with the art teacher. The art teacher, who had just resumed his lecturing state, stammered again, and his face turned red when he saw it. Song Yingying's face also turned red, she didn't dare to raise her head anymore, she lay on the table like she was pretending to be dead, and couldn't get up.

She didn't look up until get out of class was over.

Fortunately, Wen Yijia reminded her in time, but no other classmates found out about it, which saved her from more embarrassment.

Song Yingying quickly adjusted her state and devoted her energy to studying. On the other hand, Wen Yijia gradually had other thoughts. He would occasionally look at Song Yingying, his simple and lovely tablemate, like other girls, does he want to fall in love?

Of course, most people just think about it, and few dare to fall in love. School rules and disciplines are not decorations, and academic performance is not a joke. Everyone just finds someone they like and adjusts their monotonous life.

Wen Yijia's heart is only learning. He doesn't need this kind of concoction. There is no favorite object. I have never dreamed of Song Yingying, never dreamed that she was tall and thin before she gained weight, driving her to play, buying her water, watching her sitting by the creek, taking off her shoes and treading water. .

He didn't.

All he has in mind is learning.

In a blink of an eye, most of the second semester of high school has passed.

This morning, Song Yingying came to the classroom and habitually took out the drawer. He took out a box of chocolates, took it out happily, peeled off the wrapper, and took a bite.

While eating, he took out the letter in the box and looked at the words on it with interest.

She has been receiving love letters recently, along with small gifts, such as jelly, chocolate, and candy. She eats the small gift every time, then folds the love letter and puts it away.

"It was given to me! Of course I want to eat it!" Sometimes students ask her why she still eats the gift since she doesn't plan to talk to them. Song Yingying says, "If I like one If you give him a gift, you must want him to eat it, even if he refuses me, but if he eats what I give, I will be very happy."

Pushing herself and others, she happily eats things every time.

I don't know if her remarks have spread, anyway, people send her love letters and small gifts almost every day, and sometimes they haven't signed it yet.

Of course, Song Yingying is not a stingy person, she will give some gifts to her tablemates: "You can eat it, it doesn't matter, if you let my lovely suitor know, the gift is eaten by me and my good friend. Yes, he will be happy too."

But Wen Yijia never eats it, so she eats it herself.

As New Year's Day approached, the class committees discussed how to hold the party together.

Bai Ling offered her to buy the heaviest fruit, handed over the easy task of buying colored paper to Song Yingying and Wen Yijia, and assigned tasks to other class committees. On the afternoon of New Year's Day, a group of class committees went out to purchase.

Wen Yijia is a member of the study committee. Because of his body shape, he usually asks other students to do everything. He only makes plans. At this time, the weather was freezing cold, and he was not very happy to ask him to go out to buy things.

But Bai Ling had already given him the lightest work, and she was still with Song Yingying, so he didn't say anything, took the money with Song Yingying and went out.

"Drinking milk tea?" Song Yingying asked Wen Yijia on the way.

Wen Yijia asked her, "Do you want to drink it?" So he planned to pay for milk tea at the nearby milk tea shop.

"I want to drink." Song Yingying nodded, "Are you going to invite me again? You invited me last time, this time I'll invite you." She held his hand holding his wallet.

Through the thick down jacket, she pressed against his arm, which was not out of line at all.

But Wen Yijia's heart was a little strange.

He immediately used some pages of the textbook on physical health education to educate himself. This is the age and hormones are secreting. Don't think too much, don't think too much.

Fat people have no right to think too much.

After Song Yingying ran away, he pulled out his hand. Looking at the pretty back standing at the door of the milk tea shop, I couldn't help but think, she is really thin, dressed in thick clothes, but still looks light and slender, like a dragonfly, smart and beautiful.

The two of them each held a cup of milk tea, bought the required paper-cuts, color films, etc., and then went back.

"Oh!" Halfway through, Song Yingying suddenly covered her eyes and dragged Wen Yijia in the opposite direction, "Let's go there."

Wen Yijia didn't know what was wrong with her, so she looked to the other side subconsciously, and saw Bailing being pressed against the wall by a tall boy, holding her face and kissing.

His face was a little hot, and he quickly looked away, pretending not to see it. Fortunately, it was cold, and his face was flushed red from the cold, so he didn't look any different at the moment.

He looked at Song Yingying next to him, holding his arm with one hand and covering his eyes with the other. Her fingers are very white, white and thin, looking tender and raw. He couldn't help but think of the dream he had never had before. She was treading water by the stream with her skirt up, talking to him with her head up, smiling sweetly and pretty.

Bending his fingers, he pursed his lower lip and asked softly, "What's the matter with you? What are you covering your eyes for? Did the sand blind your eyes?"

The author has something to say: fat brother: I really want to give her a blow.