Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Evening self-study begins.

The teacher on duty made a cup of green tea, sat comfortably on the podium, opened the newspaper that had been prepared, and read it leisurely.

The rain outside the classroom seemed to be falling heavily, and the raindrops hit the glass, gradually converging into distorted lines. A layer of rainwater had accumulated on the window sill, and the beads fell into it, as if a pleasant sound could be heard.

Tang Xia raised her head, stretched out her hand and tapped on the steamed glass.

There is a temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, so she hooked her fingertips and drew a stroke.

As a result, in the next second, the back of the head was suddenly knocked lightly and hard.

"Oh—" Tang Xia cried out in pain, but fortunately she reacted quickly, quickly covered her mouth, and turned around bitterly.

Han Yu taught her, "Don't wander off, do your homework quickly, or you will be late for self-study."

The girl whimpered, and felt a headache when she looked down at the bible-like physics test paper, "But it's really difficult," she complained in a low voice, listlessly lying on the desk, tapping the back of her hand with a fountain pen, "I I would rather do ten English test papers than do physics."

"Hey, it's getting dark, don't daydream." Han Yu didn't even give Tang Xia a glance, and wrote quickly.

She squinted secretly, and saw that the draft paper in front of the boy was already filled with various calculation formulas.

"Oh..." Tang Xia stuck out her tongue, resigned to her fate and began to rack her brains for multiple-choice questions.

When the recess bell rang, Han Yu had just finished writing a test paper. He went to look at the girl next to him and found that she wasn't even half done.

But at least the attitude is correct.

Because the boy noticed that Tang Xia had been hammering on that circular motion question for almost ten minutes.

"Shall I teach you?" Han Yu raised his arms and asked her while propping his chin.

Tang Xia didn't turn her head back, she refused very hard, "No."

"That's okay," he didn't insist, put down the pen and got up and said, "I'm a little hungry, I'll go to the canteen to buy something to eat, you do it first."

"Are you still hungry? You have eaten twice!" Tang Xia was surprised, staring at Han Yu in disbelief, and even wanted to point to his stomach, "You are so skinny, why do you eat so much?"

"Because the food you left for me is delicious, the more you eat, the hungrier you become." Han Yu raised his eyebrows, and a hint of softness leaked from the side of his lips.

Tang Xia was stunned.

The boy asked, "Can I bring you something?"

She was a little confused in her mind, she shook her head and answered in a low voice, "No need."

Han Yu took a few crumpled banknotes and walked to the back door.

Now that get out of class is over, some students ran out to go to the bathroom, and some students watched the foggy night on the balcony, so there were not many people left in the classroom.

Tang Xia gritted her teeth and stopped the boy before he went out.

"What's the matter?" Han Yu looked back with a smile, "What kind of snack do you think of?"

"Han Yu," the girl asked cautiously, "Aren't you a clean freak?"

"Yes." The boy answered neatly.

"Then you still used my chopsticks just now?" Tang Xia twisted her tongue extremely. While saying this, she was extremely embarrassed.

Han Yu said "hmm" and returned a puzzled look.

Then the two stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

"...Forget it's okay, you can go." In the end, Tang Xia was defeated, waved her hands and lay down again.

Han Yu didn't think much, and went all the way downstairs to the canteen.

I'm afraid of dirt, but the things you've used are just so dirty that I can bear them.

No matter how clean I am, I will never have you among the people I dislike.