Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

After school that day, there was a street across the street from No. 1 Middle School, which was full of trolleys of various sizes.

Vendors put fresh flowers on it, there are single flowers, there are also bunches and bunches, colorful and competing for beauty.

Many girls were attracted, and a large group of people gathered in front of each car, and the shouts spread far and wide.

On Teacher's Day at that time, gift giving was still very simple. The students would have a vase with flowers on each teacher's desk. Even, which teacher receives more flowers, it proves which teacher is more loved by everyone.

Generally, teachers with a good temper and good looks are the biggest winners.

"Han Yu, shall we go and have a look too?" Tang Xia pointed to the front, her eyes sparkling.

Because of the consideration of Teacher's Day tomorrow, the two had a quick dinner and took advantage of the ten-minute break to run out to buy gifts.

In fact, Han Yu mainly accompanied Tang Xia.

"Let's go." The boy nodded, squinting at the excited look of the girl, he couldn't help but put his hands on the straps of her schoolbag with a low smile.

When crossing the road, he was used to pulling her bag, afraid that if he didn't pay attention, she would walk without looking at the road.

Tang Xia walked back and forth in front of several small booths, and asked curiously as she turned around, "What gift are you going to give Teacher Luo and the others?"

Han Yu pouted calmly, and turned his gaze to the flowers that were almost finished by other students.

"Ah?" Tang Xia was stunned, unable to believe it, "Are you planning to send flowers too?"

"Isn't it possible?" The boy asked back, reaching into his school uniform trouser pocket, "I brought some change." As he spoke, he actually took out a few banknotes from his pocket, crumpled and looking rather shabby.

Tang Xia suddenly found it funny, "I thought that with your personality, you wouldn't give gifts to the teacher."

Han Yu shrugged, "Just by the way."

"By the way?" Tang Xia didn't quite understand.

"Let's go." The boy didn't answer, he grabbed the girl by the wrist and dragged her to another stall that was hardly visited by anyone.

Tang Xia squinted her eyes, only to realize that there was a reason why no one cared about the boss's flowers.

Others sell carnations, tulips, and baby's breath, but here he sells red roses.

Fiery red, extremely coquettish, with indescribable power, charm and passion.

Tang Xia grabbed Han Yu's arm and whispered, "This is not suitable for a teacher..."

But he was stubborn. He stood motionless in front of the boss and replied stubbornly, "I just want to buy this."

After finally waiting for two customers, the boss smiled so hard that his eyes disappeared.

"Little classmate, do you want to buy flowers?"

Han Yu said "hmm", and his eyes stayed on a bouquet of roses for a moment.

The boss looks very shrewd, in his forties, with a thin body, giving people a feeling that he knows how to plan his life. But Tang Xia felt that he must not be as shrewd as he looks, otherwise why would he choose to sell roses on Teacher's Day.

Not good for business at all.

Just right for Valentine's Day.

But now Han Yu insisted that she could not force him to go, so he bent down and took a closer look at the bright rose.

It's really pretty, and if it wasn't for the wrong season, it would definitely be popular.

"How much is this one?" Han Yu asked casually.

The boss is very polite, "Five yuan, if you buy more, I will give you a discount."

Tang Xia thought in his heart: If you give them one flower for each teacher in class six, it will be no more than seven or eight flowers at most, and a large bunch will be enough.

Han Yu seemed to think the same as her, and replied without hesitation: "Then take this bunch."

"Okay!" The boss was overjoyed, and quickly helped Han Yu pick up the flowers.

"Let's add another one," the young man took it carefully, raised his head and added, "Pick any one."

Tang Xia was obviously taken aback, and the boss was also surprised: "Another one?"

There were nine roses in total, and Han Yu wanted ten.

"Here." The boss took another rose and handed it to the boy.

The biggest difference between boys shopping and girls shopping is that they are not picky and have a clear purpose.

Buy whatever you want.

Don't ask about quality, don't ask about price.

Before Tang Xia could react, Han Yu had already paid the money, holding a bouquet of roses and said to her, "Do you want to go to another booth?"

The delicate face of the young man was set off by the delicate petals, and his lips became redder and his teeth whiter.

The posture of him holding the flowers is handsome for no reason, like a boy in a suit holding a bouquet at a wedding, his eyes are picturesque.

Tang Xia was stunned for a few seconds, and when she recovered, she was a little embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed, and she murmured, "Well... let's go and have a look."

She ended up buying tulips anyway.

Represents holiness, blessing and eternity.

Because they couldn't bring flowers to the classroom, the two rushed to the dormitory first.

On the way back, Tang Xia couldn't hold back her doubts, and asked, "Why do you have to have roses?" She paused, and then said, "Also, why do you have to have ten?" Nine is enough, wouldn't it be a waste to buy more?

Han Yu rolled his eyes, and suddenly smiled narrowly.

"What's the matter?" Tang Xia's heart beat inexplicably quickened by his smile.

The dormitory building is close in front of you, but within a few steps, the two will be separated.

Han Yu stopped.

Tang Xia looked at him puzzled.

"Because I want to give it to you." The young man curled his lips, holding the bouquet of roses in both hands, turned around and handed it to Tang Xia.

Her expression froze instantly.

"give me?"

Han Yu nodded seriously, and pulled out a bouquet with one hand, his fingertips were white, like snowflakes dyed with coquettish roses.

Tang Xia's heart was beating wildly, and even her voice trembled, "Thank you." She slowly reached out her hand, wanting to take it.

As a result, Han Yu suddenly frowned and said seriously, "I took it wrong."

"Huh?" Tang Xia's arms stiffened when he said that.

The boy took back the single rose, but sent the big bouquet forward.

The girl's eyes widened.

"This one is for you," Han Yu paused, "As for this one," he looked down and thought for a while, "Give it to Teacher Luo."

Tang Xia stood blankly, a smile slowly blooming on her face.

So, the nine roses are for her, and the newly bought one is a teacher's day gift for the head teacher by the way?

"Han Yu," the girl didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the joy was clearly reflected in her eyes, "If Teacher Luo knows, you will be mad at me to death."

There are other teachers who can't even receive the leaves, and they are even more aggrieved.

Tang Xia laughed hard.

"Just be happy. Teacher Luo is angry, so let her be angry." Han Yu didn't care, and stuffed the rose into the girl's arms.

In her arms are two bouquets of flowers of different colors.

"Tang Xia." Han Yu called her in a low voice.

"Huh?" The girl raised her face, her face was pink.

"This time there are only nine, too few," the young man seemed to promise, with a solemn expression that made her palpitate, "In the future, there will be ninety-nine, nine hundred and ninety-nine, there will definitely be."