Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

What Han Yu brought to Tang Xia was the instant bento sold at the school canteen.

He went to the aunt downstairs in the boys' dormitory to borrow a microwave oven to heat it up. He just came out with an umbrella and stood there for a few minutes, when it happened to be Tang Xia.

She smiled naively, "Thank you."

"Let's go, the evening self-study teacher won't come so early, you still have time to have a meal," Han Yu handed the plastic bag to the girl, turned around and helped her shoulder, and brought Tang Xia closer to him He said, "Don't get caught in the rain, it's not easy to catch a cold in summer."

"Yes." She agreed in a low voice, holding the warm bento in her hands, feeling her whole heart was warm.

Let Tang Xia hold this bag to keep out the wind.

Han Yu thought so.

Along the way, the girl couldn't help but secretly looked at the boy.

He was a head taller than her. If he held up the umbrella normally, she would be splashed with rainwater.

But Han Yu was very careful, he would rather bend down by himself, and lower the umbrella cover as much as possible, leaning his arms to help Tang Xia block all the wind and rain.

"Don't get wet yourself." The girl shyly pushed Han Yu's arm.

"I'm sick, will you take care of me?" The boy stubbornly moved the umbrella back and asked with downcast eyes.

Tang Xia nodded vigorously, "Definitely."

Han Yu was very satisfied after getting the answer, so he simply put the umbrella directly on top of the girl's head, exposing most of his body in the rain.

"Ah!" Tang Xia jumped anxiously, "Did you do it on purpose or what?" She raised her hand to grab the handle of the umbrella and pushed hard towards Han Yu.

"On purpose," he replied frankly, "you will take care of me anyway."

"Don't make trouble!" Tang Xia was dumbfounded by Han Yu's childishness. She was about to stop, but her fingertips accidentally touched the back of his hand, and she felt the coolness for a moment.

Like a kitten's claws, it scratched the boy's heart.

"How do you touch me?"

Before Tang Xia could speak, Han Yu suddenly took the lead.

Embarrassed, she began to stutter again, "Who, who... touched you!"

Fearing that Han Yu would talk nonsense again, Tang Xia hurriedly asked, "Your hands are so cold, and you're still in the rain?"

"You said you didn't touch me," the young man said to himself, in a very unbeatable tone, "How do you know my hands are cold if you don't touch me?"

"..."

"Isn't it called self-reporting?"

"you shut up!"

Tang Xia glared at Han Yu viciously, feeling that he was shameless for the first time.

"Then why don't you cover it?"

As a result, Han Yu brought his shamelessness to the extreme, squinting his eyes and bringing his face close to Tang Xia's ear, while speaking, his warm breath sprayed all over the girl's neck.

Her scalp went numb for a moment, and her head was dizzy.

The boy's words seemed to have magic power, Tang Xia was a little unconscious, and raised his hand subconsciously.

Han Yu was overjoyed and very happy.

There is a sense of relief that his little tail has finally opened up after he has been teaching him for so long.

However, the next second.

"Snapped!"

Tang Xia slapped Han Yu's chest hard, "Who did you learn this from?"

The boy pretended to be in pain, grabbed the clothes at the neckline with one hand, and lamented in a low voice, "You little heartless thing..."

"What did you say?" Tang Xia asked with a frown, not hearing it.

Han Yu had no choice but to stop teasing her.

When they arrived in the classroom, some students had already arrived in twos and threes, but the teacher on duty hadn't arrived, so Tang Xia and Han Yu took the last row of seats, and the cat ate bento in the corner.

"Would you like some more?"

The meal was still hot, and the moment she opened it, the aroma wafted away, and the students in the front row turned their heads one after another.

Embarrassed, the girl hurriedly asked Han Yu.

"You can eat first." Han Yu shook his head, took out the physics test paper, and signed his name on the top, "Call me if you can't finish eating."

Tang Xia broke apart the disposable chopsticks and answered in an extremely puzzled way—

"I'm sure I can finish it."

"..."

Han Yu took a deep breath and forced a smile.

Didn't he hint enough? This stinking girl is really a sight to behold.

"Okay," the boy gritted his teeth, and began to prepare for his homework resignedly, "Then you are full, I will go through the questions first."

As a result, Tang Xia next to him stopped answering.

He secretly squinted and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Tang Xia was relatively timid, and had never done such a thing as eating in the classroom. She was worried that the teacher would come in suddenly, so she caught herself straight, so she simply stuffed the bento box in the desk drawer, then sat cross-legged on the chair, her head was about to get into the drawer, and she almost shrank into a ball ball.

Han Yu bit his lower lip desperately, swallowing his smile forcefully.

The teacher on duty came into the class ten minutes later. As soon as he came in, he coughed violently and muttered: "Who, the food is so delicious, I wonder if the teacher is so hungry without eating?"

Everyone in the classroom laughed, and some turned their heads to look at Tang Xia.

At that time, Tang Xia was packing the lunch box, and happened to take the things in the drawer to the counter. Some students cast their gazes over, and the teacher took advantage of the opportunity to notice.

She blushed instantly.

However-

Han Yu suddenly reached out, grabbing the bento box and plastic bags on Tang Xia's desk in front of him.

The girl froze.

"Are you eating?" The teacher came over, shifted his gaze from Tang Xia to Han Yu, and asked with a frown, "It's a third year in high school, don't you know that you can't eat in the classroom?"

Tang Xia's pupils shrank, and she suddenly looked at the young man beside her.

"old-"

"I know, I'm so hungry, I can't hold back." Han Yu spoke with a slightly higher pitch, barely covering the girl's words.

At the same time, he squeezed Tang Xia's hand under the table, signaling her to stay calm.

"Hungry?" The teacher frowned more and more, pointed to the bento box and said, "Then why are there still leftovers?"

Han Yu lowered his head and saw half of the food in the lunch box.

Neatly left on the right side, as if deliberately divided into two halves from the middle.

He glanced at Tang Xia, the girl's eyebrows were full of anxiety.

She left it to herself.

Thinking of this, Han Yu was overjoyed, and met the teacher's gaze generously, and said solemnly: "There is no leftovers. I saw you coming, teacher, so I want to eat after class."

The teacher stared at the boy suspiciously.

"Eat, eat, it's not easy for you boarding students. Eating is like fighting a war." He waved his hand, a rare and reasonable teacher.

Han Yu said obediently, "Thank you teacher!"

The teacher nodded and turned to go to the podium.

Because there are not many boarding students, students from several classes gather in Class Six for self-study. There are Class Six and other classes.

Sitting in the front row of Tang Xia was a classmate she didn't know, but the other party knew Han Yu.

In fact, no one in No. 1 Middle School knew Han Yu.

"Brother, is it really you who eat?" The classmate looked at Tang Xia and asked vaguely.

Han Yu picked up the chopsticks and also looked at Tang Xia.

Immediately, he picked up a piece of cold beef and put it into his mouth calmly.

"I ate."

It was as if a thunder had exploded before Tang Xia's eyes.

That is…

The chopsticks she used, and the leftovers from her meal...