I Deliver Candy To Men

"Ah, um, maybe it is." Song Yingying was embarrassed to say what she saw just now. Seeing that Wen Yijia helped her figure out an excuse, she quickly responded.

Wen Yijia asked again, "Is it serious? Do you want me to take a look at it for you?"

"It's okay, it's not serious, it's okay now!" Song Yingying hurriedly put down her hands, saying that she was okay.

It wasn't that she was really fascinated by the sand. When he saw it, he knew that she was lying. He blinked a few times, indicating that he was fine. I thought to myself, Wen Yijia is really a good classmate, so considerate and caring for others.

She let go of his arm and walked side by side with him on the side of the road, talking and walking towards the school, not noticing Wen Yijia's slightly frowned eyebrows, the regret and annoyance on her face.

In the class, the students have moved the desks, benches, etc. to the side, leaving a space in the middle of the classroom to adjust the borrowed speakers and microphones. Seeing that Song Yingying and Wen Yijia were back, they arranged the colored paper.

After a while, Bai Ling also came back. Yang Zijin helped her bring in the fruit and so on. Everyone knows why a weak girl in the monitor actually took the initiative to buy the heaviest fruit. It turned out that someone helped her carry it!

In the past, everyone only guessed that she was in love with the school bully.

Bai Ling's face was slightly red, and she was embarrassed, but Yang Zijin was generous, and even glanced in Song Yingying's direction and nodded to her: "First sister."

After a pause, Song Yingying said, "First brother?"

Everyone laughed.

Someone booed: "It's said that the first brother fights a lot! Do you want to compare with our first sister?"

"If you want me to say, our first sister got angry, and with that strength, throwing the first brother out was like playing."

"You have to make a sister angry first!"

"Who's coming? Who dares to make the Disciplinary Committee angry, throw him out first!"

Because it was a party, there were no classes, and the teachers weren't around, so everyone was very relaxed, and they were very comfortable joking.

Someone noticed that Bai Ling's face didn't look good and stopped. Some people didn't notice and continued to boo.

Song Yingying didn't notice, but she didn't want to fight with Yang Zijin, and she didn't like this kind of joke, so she said, "What's the point of fighting? Let's compare it to a paper!"

The air fell silent.

After a while, Bai Ling laughed: "He's not doing well, I'll compare him to you."

The classmates roared for a while, and there were many whistling. The laughter and loud whistles echoed in the classroom, which was really lively.

Song Yingying grimaced: "First sister will be yours, no need to compare."

Bai Ling was the first in the class, and only Wen Yijia could compete with her, Song Yingying couldn't catch up with her.

Although Yang Zijin was very happy that his girlfriend took the lead for him, it is better to do this kind of thing by himself, so he said: "No, I will come, my grades are not bad!"

After all, he was caught by his girlfriend for half a year of study, even if he loses, he will not lose badly.

Moreover, he wanted to fit into the circle of good students. His girlfriend is a good student, and he also wants to get involved in order to get closer to his girlfriend. Hearing Song Yingying talking about making papers just now, he thought that good students usually play like this and wanted to compare.

Seeing that he took the initiative to stand up, Bai Ling even looked at Song Yingying, her face was not very good-looking. She forced a smile and said, "Okay, then you do it well, if you make one mistake, go back and I will give you ten."

Yang Zijin suddenly sighed: "I see!"

"I'll come up with the papers." Wen Yijia said.

He worked as a teaching assistant for teachers during the summer vacation, and usually shared the types of questions with everyone. Everyone applauded when he heard that he wanted to give questions. There is even a humane: "Quick, clear the table and come out, and we will follow suit."

"Are you crazy? It's hard to take a vacation. What papers are you doing?"

"Just let the first brother and the first sister do it. Isn't it good for us to drink melon seeds and drink Sprite by the side?"

In the end, seven or eight classmates stood up and wanted to do it together with Song Yingying and Yang Zijin. Bai Ling wanted to do it too, but Wen Yijia shook her head at her: "Don't bother."

She was stunned for a moment, and when she saw Wen Yijia read the topic to her, she was immediately amused: "That's not necessary."

When Yang Zijin got the title, he was overjoyed: "I can do it!"

He picked up the pen and started writing.

And according to Bailing's teaching, the steps to solve the problem are written completely, neatly, and the surface of the scroll is clean.

After writing, he put down the pen boldly: "I'm done!"

Looking to the side, she saw that Song Yingying did not know when she had finished her work. She was eating candy and talking to people in a low voice. He was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Song Yingying's table, and saw that the paper was clean and there was only one answer behind each question, not even a step.

"You..." He just wanted to say, you are all asking questions that you have done before? On second thought, it shouldn't be so despicable, right?

So the subject is too simple? He thought of this, and then looked at the other classmates who followed to make the paper, and saw that the paper was empty, and they didn't do it at all. Suddenly I don't know if it's a little more funny or a little more moved.

"Yes, you got it all right." At this time, Wen Yijia reviewed Yang Zijin's paper and gave a full mark with a red pen.

Looking at Song Yingying's paper, she also scored full marks.

Everyone laughed and applauded, and shouted, "Brother One! Sister One!"

Yang Zijin couldn't help laughing, he just thought the classmates in Class 9 were really interesting. At the same time, I feel that good students are not as rigid as they imagined! It's still fun!

He stood up and nodded at Song Yingying: "First sister." It was an acknowledgement of her status in the school.

Song Yingying giggled: "First brother."

The two of them felt that they didn't know each other a bit. Bai Ling, who was beside him, saw her, but her expression was not as ugly as before. Instead, he picked up the microphone, adjusted the tone, and said with a smile, "Okay, the New Year's Day party officially begins!"

Everyone eats and drinks, sings and dances, and spends the party happily.

Some students borrowed expensive cameras and wanted to take pictures and record videos for everyone. But the technique is not very good, so I called Wen Yijia: "Wen Yijia, you are good at taking pictures, why don't you take pictures?"

Wen Yijia used to have a good family background. He was familiar with all these things, and he was also interested in photography. Many photography works were posted on the school's bulletin board. At this time, I heard the request of my classmates and took it over: "Okay."

After adjusting a few parameters, I hugged the camera and started shooting.

The camera brought together a group of happy and flamboyant young people, and he just glanced at it and identified the most special one. After pursing his lips, he adjusted the parameters again and took a single photo of the light and slender figure.

Song Yingying sang a song with her classmates for a while. When she was a little tired, she came down to drink water. Seeing the honest classmate Wen Yijia sitting in the corner with a camera to take pictures, she took an orange and walked over: "Student Wen, do you want to eat oranges?"

Wen Yijia lowered her eyes, watched the little dragonfly hold the orange with her thin fingers, raised her eyes again, and said apologetically, "If you don't eat it, your hands will get dirty."

Song Yingying looked at the camera he was holding in his hand, and immediately understood, and immediately said, "I'll peel it off for you!"

Sit next to him, peel the oranges and feed him.

She peeled very carefully, and every silk thread was picked clean.

Wen Yijia hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and ate it when he fed the full oranges with his fair fingers.

My heart was pounding, and my skin was a little pink.

Song Yingying smiled and said, "Aiya, classmate Wen, you look blushing like Xiaozhu Luo."

Wen Yijia: "..."

But she heard her say again: "Really, the pink is tender, but it looks good! I think the most beautiful pink in the world is Xiaozhu Luo's pink."

Wen Yijia was angry and funny. She was angry when she called him a pig, but she knew that she didn't really call him that, she wasn't that kind of person, I'm afraid she said that because she really thought Xiaozhu Luo was cute, so it was funny.

He lowered his eyes, didn't speak, only opened his mouth to eat when she carefully peeled off the silk from the oranges and fed the clean oranges.

Song Yingying fed him half of it, and was called by other classmates to go to the toilet. She still had three oranges in her hand, so she simply fed it to Wen Yijia: "Eat slowly, don't choke!"

just ran away.

Wen Yijia was gagged with an orange, paused, and slowly ate it.

He lowered his eyes, hiding the disgust in his eyes.

He felt that he not only became ugly, but also his heart became dirty. It is extremely filthy to take advantage of girls.

But the sweetness of the orange, the way she was sitting beside him talking, made him unable to regret it.

After the photos were developed, Wen Yijia discovered that there were as many as seven or eight single photos he had given to Song Yingying.

This is already the result of his restraint and restraint.

After hesitating, he picked out the best-looking one, put it away in an envelope, and put it in his pocket. Other photos, he took to the class.

"Wow! Wen Yijia is really good at taking pictures!"

"Pictured me so beautifully!"

"Hey, squad leader, here's a photo of you and the first brother!"

"Oh my God! Song Yingying's photos are so beautiful! Wen Yijia, you are so partial, you took her so good-looking!"

"Can you not be partial to others at the same table?" someone said.

Everyone found that he took a lot of photos of Song Yingying, and each of them looked good, but they didn't think much about it. This made Wen Yijia feel very uncomfortable.

He knew why they didn't think much of it. Because they felt that he was not worthy of Song Yingying. He is such a big fat man, in addition to studying well, what other advantages does he have? Song Yingying is beautiful, good at studying, hardworking, kind to her classmates, and has almost no faults. What can he do to deserve her?

Wen Yijia thought faintly, maybe the classmates guessed that he was a little different to Song Yingying, but they chose to take care of his face-he is already so miserable, why expose his poor thoughts and make him even more embarrassed?

He sat in his seat, without saying a word, and read a book with his head down.

I haven't turned a page for a long time.

I heard looting in the classroom: "There are so many photos of the first sister! I want to share one!"

"I want to share one too!"

"You stinky boy, why do you want Yingying's photo? Give it to me! I'm her good friend, I want it!"

"You girls, go and shoot yourself! What are you robbing our boys?"

The boys and girls in the class are robbing her for her solo photo.

Wen Yijia knew that there were boys in the class who liked Song Yingying. Bai Ling and Song Yingying were equally good. Half of the boys in the class liked Bai Ling and half liked Song Yingying. Many of the love letters and snacks that appeared on Song Yingying's desk were sent by the boys in the class.

He didn't speak.

Song Yingying didn't grab any of the photos until they were looted. With a look of regret, he took out the last photo from his pocket and handed it to her quietly.

When Song Yingying took it, she didn't know what it was, but when she opened it, she was a little surprised: "You also hid one?"

Can't see it! Does he still have a little bit of prudence?

Wen Yijia lowered her eyes and said softly, "I can't grab them."

So he reserved one in advance. Now that she didn't, I took it out and gave it to her. Song Yingying was very moved, and a little soft-hearted, she said, "I don't want it! It's better for you to take it!"

Saying that, she picked up the pen and said loudly, "You are my deskmate! What you hold must be different from theirs! I want to write a message to you!"

As he said that, he turned the photo over, clasped it on the table with a snap, paused the tip of the pen, and then seriously wrote the message.

"You're fine. You were fine, you're fine now, and you'll be better in the future."

Date and name are also noted.

The name wrote "Your loyal friend, Song Yingying", and then drew a smiling face.

Wen Yijia looked at the serious and delicate small print, and only felt that the "bang bang bang" in her chest jumped very hard, heavy and urgent.

It even made him dazzled.

He looked at her smiling face, watched her surrounded by other classmates, and asked her to write messages as well.

And she would rather die, and even threatened them with her hands on her hips: "Do you want me to throw you out? I don't know that the first sister is very strong, so she's not easy to mess with? Hmph, I don't even have a photo of me. What! Go away, don't sign!"

He lowered his eyes and put the photo with the message back into the envelope and put it in his pocket.

This time, he tucked it into the inner pocket of his clothes, close to his chest.