Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The third-grade classrooms are unified on the fifth floor, completely separated from the noisy freshmen who entered the school today.

Teacher Luo hasn't come yet, and everyone is very excited since they haven't seen each other for a summer vacation, talking nonsense in small groups. Because I don't know if new seats will be arranged in the new semester, and most of the students in Class 6 are chatting with their close friends, so Tang Xia ran to sit next to Xu Yayao.

"Tang Xia, you've got a lot of tan." Xu Yayao touched the girl's face and sighed, "Is the cheerleading team very hard?"

"It's not hard, it's just going out against the sun every day." Tang Xia explained cheerfully.

Xu Yayao traveled abroad during the summer vacation, so she didn't go to watch the No. 1 Middle School's game. Only two days ago, she learned from other people that this summer's high school basketball league championship was won by Qing Gongyuan.

She glanced at the back of the classroom, turned around in a moment, and hooked her fingers mysteriously at Tang Xia.

The girl was puzzled, but obediently moved over.

"Is Han Yu angry after losing the game?" Xu Yayao asked in a low voice, "Is there no way to cancel his punishment?"

This was also Tang Xia's headache.

"I'm not angry, punish..." The girl pursed her lips, quite worried.

Han Yu and Qi Hui sat in the last row of seats, surrounded by a circle of boys, talking about the semi-final match that amazed everyone. It's just that Han Yu wasn't in the mood for chatting, so he agreed without saying a word, and his eyes fell on Tang Xia.

The classroom was noisy, and Teacher Luo coughed heavily at the door when he came in with high heels.

Be quiet.

"Sit down according to the seating chart of last semester, and we will arrange it tomorrow." Teacher Luo pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and put a stack of forms on the podium.

When school starts, there are always all kinds of weird "notes to parents".

Tang Xia rested her chin in both hands, watching Teacher Luo's impassioned speech, but her thoughts drifted far, far away.

It was nothing more than talking about commonplace topics such as "you have to work hard in the third year of high school", "test results after one year", "there will be no room for laziness in the future", Tang Xia knew it in her heart, and stared at the back of the students in the front row, dazed .

After finally waiting for Teacher Luo to finish speaking, the parent-teacher meeting at the lecture theater was over.

Everyone got their textbooks, and the day students left in twos and threes. Tang Xia said goodbye to Tang Zhihai in the corridor, and after his father left, he lay down on the balcony on the fifth floor and looked down reluctantly.

There are a lot of people downstairs, and the freshmen and juniors of the first year of high school are being familiarized with the campus by the head teacher.

Tang Xia suddenly felt deeply moved.

Once upon a time, she also stepped into the ranks of high school students from an ignorant junior high school student, taking the first step nervously and curiously in the new environment. At that time, like them, she was extremely curious about every plant and tree in No. 1 Middle School.

But this novelty will be worn away in the increasingly heavy schoolwork.

They will have no time to pay attention to which tree on the campus has grown branches again, which flower has budded again.

In the past two years, she also lost a lot of expectations for new things in life, and also lost too many things that are innumerable.

Such as abandoned hobbies, lost interests, and all kinds of amateur pastimes.

However, while losing, there is also a lot to gain.

The three years of high school were very hard, and no high school student who worked hard would feel that these three years were easy and comfortable. But to be honest, stress and depression are the hurdles that must be experienced in life. If you can't get through this hurdle, you have to bear the grind. If you give up, then your journey will always be shorter than others.

It's better to find something to be happy about on this difficult road, someone worthy of friendship, a journey with company, no matter how twists and turns it is, we will go through the spring, summer, autumn and winter together.

"Tang Xia."

Someone behind him called him, his voice was familiar.

The girl squinted her eyes and softened into a clear spring.

"Go back to the dormitory together?"

Han Yu was carrying his own bag, and in his hand was a large stack of books that she hadn't had time to pack.

The sun just shone right in front of the young man, plating his delicate face with a layer of gold, and even the long eyelashes were stained with light yellow mist, and with his non-stop blinking movements, there was a bit of tinge. charm.

Tang Xia once again felt God's grace to her.

A rare good boy in the world.

No one can compare to her youth.

"Wait a minute, my bag is still in the classroom." Tang Xia smiled.

"No, here I am," Han Yu glanced down, indicating, "There are too many things to hold, I hooked them on my fingers." He raised his arm vigorously as he said, revealing Tang Xia's green and white striped backpack .

The girl rushed to pick it up, but Han Yu avoided it, turned around and walked forward, and said, "Go directly to the dormitory, it's too heavy for you to carry."

Tang Xia trotted to keep up, put her hands behind her back, and asked softly, "Then don't you feel heavy? I'll help you share some of it."

"I'm a man." The boy squinted at her from the corner of his eye, emphatically.

Tang Xia smiled, and couldn't help but agree, "Yes, yes, you are a man." She took two quick steps to the front, spun her feet, and walked slowly backwards facing Han Yu, "Send it to the dormitory downstairs All right, I'll take it in by myself."

The male and female dormitory buildings are divided into two buildings, and Han Yu can't get into the girls' one.

"Which floor do you live on?" the boy asked.

"The ground floor," Tang Xia replied, "it's very close to the gate."

That's good, it will be very convenient to find her in the future.

Han Yu nodded with satisfaction.

Walking to the lawn between the two buildings, he asked Tang Xia to take her schoolbag, and was going to help her put all the textbooks in it for easy carrying.

The schoolbag was empty, the girl opened the zipper, and muttered: "I don't know who is in my dormitory..."

Tang Xia was a little surprised when Han Yu didn't answer her words, and when she turned her eyes, she found that the boy had put his hand into her schoolbag.

"What's wrong?" she wondered.

Han Yu raised his head, his eyebrows raised high, as if engraved with a trace of displeasure. But between the fingers he slowly raised, there was a dazzle of golden color between them.

Tang Xia's heart skipped a beat.

That was... the medal Xiao Chi gave her!

"Where did you come from?" Han Yu's face darkened, but he tried his best to control his tone, not wanting to get angry at Tang Xia.

He won the high school league championship last year, so he is no stranger to this medal.

Tang Xia bit her lower lip, glanced at the medal, and then at Han Yu cautiously. She thought that he might be a little unhappy, and she was also guilty, so when she answered, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Xiao Chi gave it to me..."

really!

Han Yu was so angry that he squeezed the medal tightly, "Why did I give you this?"

How do I know why I sent it...

Tang Xia was aggrieved, and said with a sad face: "He said he would give me a birthday present, and I can't push it away no matter how hard I try."

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl up and down. She never lied, so he believed her.

"This man is so annoying!" Han Yu was sullen. He squeezed his palm and put the medal in his fist. "I will find a chance to help you return it in two days!"

Tang Xia was stunned, staring dumbfounded at the young man stuffing the medal into his pocket.

What Xiao Chi gave her was confiscated by Han Yu again...