I Deliver Candy To Men

Song Yingying's favorite school is Agricultural University. The person she admires most is the father of rice, and she wants to follow in his footsteps and sway her youth and blood.

But this is not her real world, she is doing tasks, and everything is prioritized. If Wen Yijia's favorite school is another school, she'd better be admitted to the same university. If you can't get in, it's best to be in the same city.

Wen Yijia didn't answer her, but instead asked, "How about you?"

Song Yingying was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect him to ask her in turn, hesitated, and said, "University of Agriculture."

"Why do you want to go to Agricultural University?" Wen Yijia's voice was a little curious, and a gentle light flashed in her clear eyes.

Song Yingying didn't know what to do, so she was a little shy. She lowered her eyes a little embarrassedly, and while playing with her pen, she told him the reason why she wanted to go to Agricultural University.

Wen Yijia chatted with her for a while about the choice of major. Song Yingying found that he had a wide range of knowledge. She thought that he also wanted to choose this major, so she couldn't help being a little excited.

Although this is not the real world, but to her, it is no different from the real world. If you can go to your favorite school and choose your favorite major, of course it's the best!

She couldn't help but ask, "What about you? You haven't said which school you plan to go to?"

Looking at her bright eyes, which were sparkling with anticipation that people couldn't ignore, Wen Yijia stood up: "it's getting late, it's time for us to go home."

"Hello." Song Yingying's eyes widened and she took his arm, "You haven't said it yet! Which school are you going to go to? I've already said it, and so have you!"

Wen Yijia lowered her eyes and looked at her hand on his arm. Her fingers were so slender, and his arms were white and fat. The smile on his face disappeared, and he said lightly, "I don't want to say it, can I?"

Song Yingying was stunned.

He didn't want to say, of course. He didn't have to answer her.

He didn't say it either, as long as she said it, he would definitely say it.

But aren't they friends? Ask what happened?

She had never seen him look so cold, and she was a little helpless for a while. Seeing him staring at his hand again, thinking he was angry with her for pulling him, she hurriedly retracted her hand.

Just when she was stunned, Wen Yijia turned around and left.

The bloated body does not walk fast, but has no intention to stop and wait for others. Song Yingying stood there, neither chasing nor not chasing.

Chase? She didn't do anything wrong. He left her for no reason and wanted her to chase him?

Not chasing? They came together after all.

Seeing his back as he walked farther and farther, Song Yingying became a little angry: "What happened to him? Suddenly angry."

She just asked him which university he planned to go to, and she didn't say anything if she didn't say anything. As for being angry?

Thinking like this, I felt a little aggrieved: "It's inexplicable!"

I sat back and angrily took out a set of questions, intending to brush a few questions.

She didn't go after him. Let him go by himself. She didn't care to go back with him. After enough questions, she will go back by herself.

Wen Yijia walked slowly for a while, and found that Song Yingying hadn't followed, so she stopped and looked back.

The little dragonfly sat back, buried his head, and was brushing the papers. Her brows seemed to be frowning, as if she had hit a difficult problem.

He lowered his eyes, remembering the look in her expectant eyes just now, a pain in his heart, and curled his fingers hanging by his side.

The place where she touched her arm seemed to be on fire, and it didn't go away for a long time. No matter how he didn't admit it, he knew very well in his heart that he liked her a little.

But what qualifications does he have? a fat man. In the coming year, there will be even fatter fat people.

He squeezed his fingers tightly, pursed his lips, glanced over there again, and turned away.

Song Yingying brushed a few questions, but she couldn't continue. She doesn't like science, and she tries to brush up on questions every day. Thinking of Wen Yijia's attitude just now, he was even more upset and didn't want to write a question.

"It's really annoying." She was lying on the paper with a salty look on her face.

Although it was a task, she used her sincerity to him! She really treats him as a friend, but he is so unreasonable!

After the cool breeze blew for a while, I looked at the graceful figures of others skating, and I felt a little better, so I put away my papers and went back.

High school starts soon.

At the beginning of the school year, it was time to choose a seat. Song Yingying and Wen Yijia have not spoken since they met in the summer vacation, and it seems that they broke up unhappily.

She didn't tell him, and he didn't take the initiative to tell her, as if there was a quarrel. But they obviously didn't quarrel.

Song Yingying didn't want to take the initiative to speak to him, so she kept fighting with him. When choosing a seat, she was hesitant. Continue to choose next to him? Doesn't it seem like she's very temperamental? Don't choose next to him? She was on a mission after all.

You don't have to be his deskmate to do the task. Thinking of this, Song Yingying's mood is even worse.

In the end, she chose to sit at the same table with Wen Yijia. Think of it as a benefit to other classmates. After all, there is no second girl in the class who is thinner than her. Anyone at the same table with him will be crowded.

This reason persuaded herself and went back confidently.

In this seat selection, almost no classmates changed seats. There were only a few classmates, and they switched from left to right, from the window to the aisle.

Song Yingying paid special attention to Wen Yijia, wanting to see what his attitude towards her still being his roommate? Seeing that he was neither salty nor bland, as if it didn't matter whether she was his tablemate or not, he held his breath for a while.

"I won't talk to him anymore!" Song Yingying was very angry and said to the system, "Although he helped me with science, I also helped him with Chinese! He came first in the exam this time, surpassing Bailing. You deserve credit? That's right for me! It's maddening!"

The system followed her through one nostril and exhaled: "That's right! It's so annoying! Ying Baoer put away the cooling equipment, and it will kill him!"

Last summer, Wen Yijia was so hot that she was sweating all over. To avoid embarrassment, she moved in with all her might, trying to give Song Yingying more space and not wanting to touch her. Song Yingying couldn't see it, so she asked the system for a cooling device, and put it on the table like a normal perfume to let him spend the summer.

As soon as this summer arrived, she took out the perfume again, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

Hearing the system say that, she hesitated: "Really?"

"Really!" The system affirmed, "I bullied Yingbaoer and asked Yingbaoer to take care of him? I'm not a bun!"

Song Yingying: "!!!"

It's not possible to remove it now. The system has said that if she still takes care of him, she will be a bun.

After school that day, she took the perfume home with her.

When he came to the classroom the next day, he saw that Wen Yijia was too hot, and his clothes were stained with sweat. He folded a few scraps of paper, held them in his hands, and kept fanning them, but his face was still full of sweat. Sweat kept coming out, and he wiped it off with a handkerchief.

After a while, the handkerchief was soaking wet. He was helpless and went to wash his handkerchief after class.

Go to every class.

Song Yingying couldn't bear to run around like this with his size, so she heard the system say happily, "Yes! Let him bully Yingbaoer! Did I, Yingbaoer, be bullied by others?"

Song Yingying almost thought she was biological! Wen Yijia is the adopted son!

"I want to hug you." She said to the system, "If you are plush, I will definitely put you in my arms and rub it hard!"

System: "Mah~"

Wen Yijia was sweating profusely. Although she tried hard to lean in and not be next to Song Yingying, she still bumped into her occasionally. The fat man's body was soft and cold, Song Yingying accidentally touched it once and grabbed it subconsciously.

It feels really good! Soft and fluffy meat, cool, slippery, and feels so good!

It is simply a holy weapon to relieve the heat!

Song Yingying's palms are often very hot. After accidentally grabbing a handful, she becomes addicted to her, and she is simply wicked.

When she subconsciously grabbed the first hand, Wen Yijia froze. When she grabbed a few more viciously, he was angry and helpless. She stretched out her arms, opened her hands, and sat inside again. Almost half of them were against the wall before picking up a pen to make a paper.

"Stingy!" Song Yingying snorted softly.

When Wen Yijia heard it, he pretended not to hear it.

There was a little excitement in my heart.

She hadn't spoken to him for a long time, and occasionally said a few words, which were neither salty nor bland. He had expected it long ago, and he didn't try to save it. He just stayed in such a calm and peaceful way, his heart was calm.

However, she scratched the flesh on his body, so naughty, and accused him of being stingy, which made his heart jump. Uncontrollable at all, the corners of his mouth began to bend upwards.

He pressed down hard.

Ever since Song Yingying found out that Wen Yijia was cold in summer, she couldn't help but grab a handful.

One moment, the back of his hand accidentally touched his arm, another moment, the palm of his hand accidentally patted his arm. Cool down.

Wen Yijia always took the trouble to push her away.

Although the two did not speak, they interacted a lot more than before.

This time, Song Yingying was pushed away by him again, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore. She took advantage of him for so long, and her anger disappeared long ago, so she asked him, "Which university are you planning to go to?"

Hearing that, Wen Yijia was amused. After so long, she still remembered this matter, how could she be so serious?

"I won't tell you," he said.

Song Yingying was angry and grabbed the cool flesh on his arm: "Are you going to tell me?"

Wen Yijia lowered her eyes and calmly pushed her aside: "Don't say it."

"Say it again!" Song Yingying grabbed her again.

Wen Yijia pushed her away again with a good temper: "If you arrest her again, I will apply to Teacher Xu for a seat change."

Song Yingying was really angry now.

He let go of his arm, turned around, and sat outside, ignoring him again.

Even when he was doing the questions, he leaned over and gave him half of his back.

Wen Yijia felt a little lost.

Still a little sad.

But he never apologized to her. He didn't say which school he planned to go to, nor why he didn't tell her. Just occasionally ask her to borrow a pen, or a piece of scratch paper.

Song Yingying lent him every time, but every time she didn't talk to him.

Wen Yijia later bought the scratch paper and returned it to her, but she still didn't speak, dragged the scratch paper over and turned her back without giving him a look.