Rising America

　　 "Weiwei, during the free activities in the physical education class just now, I saw you sitting on the side of the playground playing with your mobile phone and laughing, did you send ambiguous text messages with the boy?"

　　 Yang Weiwei, who walked into the class, just sat down, and the girl at the same table approached her with a gossip look, and then asked her in a low voice, winking. 【】

　　 Yang Weiwei’s deskmate is a girl who is a little rounded, looks ordinary, with a shawl and hair. She doesn't seem to have any characteristics, just a very ordinary girl.

"Well, I was chatting with a male classmate I used to be in the United States on Facebook." Yang Weiwei didn't want to hide anything. After all, it is normal for her to interact with Jin Xiantai on Facebook. There is nothing shameful at all.

　　 Of course, Yang Weiwei won't tell the little secret in her heart, at least for the time being.

　　 After Yang Weiwei's deskmate listened to her answer, the inquiring meaning on her face became stronger, and the strong gossip fire began to burn.

　　Boy?

　　 There must be something wrong with it.

　　 I have to say that girls have a strong sixth sense.

　　 "Are you a handsome guy? When I saw you look at your phone just now, your face had a strange glow. I think this boy is definitely not easy in your heart. Do you like him?"

　　 After talking at the same table, he raised his eyebrows at Yang Weiwei, his eyes were also very ambiguous.

　　 Yang Weiwei blushed a little, but she was really on her mind by the other party.

　　 "Hey, looking at the reaction of your little hoof, I must have guessed it right. Tell me what kind of boy this is. Is it a handsome blond guy?"

　　 Yang Weiwei, blushing, clearly confirmed her guess, which made her tablemates even more curious and wanted to explore.

　　 Yang Weiwei is also very helpless about such gossip at the same table, because this has already involved her personal privacy, so she doesn't want to bother.

　　 Considering that the other party is his own tablemate, and the humanistic environment of China is different from that of the United States, Yang Weiwei is also a little embarrassed for a while.

　　 How do you deal with the tablemates who are burning with gossip fire?

　　 Yang Weiwei is really embarrassed. At the same time became a little silent.

　　 Originally, Yang Weiwei thought that after she became silent, she could get rid of her inquiring heart at the same table, but unfortunately she still underestimated the power of gossip.

　　 "Don't be so stingy, tell me a little bit. I won't take away your sweetheart, don't be afraid."

　　 This deskmate kept encouraging Yang Weiwei, hoping that she could talk to herself about this, and solve her increasingly vigorous gossip fire.

　　 This is a political class, and the gray-haired teacher walked into the classroom. The students all stood up and greeted, then sat down, and the class began.

　　Since it is not the main subject, the students below can relax a little bit instead of being as serious as studying math, English and other important subjects.

　　 "Oh, keep it secret?"

　　 The mellow tablemate poked Yang Weiwei a bit, then rolled her eyes at her.

　　Of course, Yang Weiwei knew that her deskmates were just pretending to be. The reason why she did this was just to stimulate herself and achieve her goal.

　　 "I am Chinese American, not white."

　　 Finally, Yang Weiwei said a little bit. Come to satisfy each other.

　　 After all, it seems that he doesn't say something. This gossip-hearted tablemate will definitely not give up.

　　 "It's of Chinese origin, I thought it was a handsome little white guy." After receiving some information from Yang Weiwei, the girl's face was obviously disappointed.

　　 Obviously, there is some gap between this and her imagination.

　　 In this girl’s imagination, Yang Weiwei’s "boyfriend" in the United States, she thinks it should be a handsome white guy.

　　 Well, this is the perfect one in my imagination.

　　 How can he be of Chinese descent?

　　 The style of painting is obviously wrong.

　　 A handsome blond boy is good.

　　 looked at the disappointed expression on the same table. Yang Weiwei was not convinced.

Humph! What about the Chinese, in my heart William is much better than those white boys, he is the most perfect person.

　　 Yang Weiwei, who has a special affection for Jin Xiantai, saw the expression at the same table. I felt very uncomfortable.

　　 "What's wrong with the Chinese, he is much better than those white boys. Even many American girls in the college gave him some love letters and even asked for a date."

　　 In order to prove to her tablemate how good her "he" is, Yang Weiwei actually brags for Jin Xiantai.

　　 Yang Weiwei's boasting content is very exaggerated, but it is based on facts.

　　 After all, when she was with classmate Kim Hyun-tae, she really saw a girl handing a small note to Kim Hyun-tae.

　　 and the girl handing a small note. Whether it's body shape or appearance, she is the best choice, which is not her nonsense.

　　 Based on this fact, she would not know if she reprocessed the same table.

　　 Anyway, Kim Hyun Tae is good, just handsome, better than the naive white boys in the United States.

　　 "Oh! I haven't said anything yet, you are so excited when you look at it. It seems that this boy is really your heart."

　　 Yang Weiwei's tablemate looked at her with a funny face, and made a little teasing.

　　 Faced with the ridicule at the same table, the crimson on Yang Weiwei's face became more intense, and it even made her feel the whole face hot.

　　 "Are there any photos? Show me your mouth. I don't believe it just to hear you praise him so much. I have to look at the photos to draw conclusions."

　　 At the same table, he made a request to see Kim Hyun Tae's photo.

　　 Seeing that there is nothing remarkable, Yang Weiwei did not refuse after weighing it.

　　 And Yang Weiwei is still thinking about it. After letting her deskmate look at the photos, it’s good to know what a real handsome guy is. It saves her that she is obsessed with those Korean girls all day.

　　 Yang Weiwei transferred to this school this semester, and had a table with this round-looking girl. It can be said that this girl is the first friend she made in this school.

　　In addition, this **** has a very familiar personality, so she always talks to Yang Weiwei about how she admires Korean Oppa and how she is obsessed with Korean idol stars.

　　 That’s why Yang Weiwei knew that her tablemate was actually a thoroughly Korean fan.

　　Although I don’t have a cold for the Korean girl Ouba, but I like to worship Korean stars at the same table, I still can’t stop it. After all, this is the freedom of the same table.

　　 But in order to let her tablemate rise to the world and know what a real handsome guy is, Yang Weiwei decides to take out the photos of Jin Xiantai and wash her eyes well at the tablemate.

　　 What's more, my deskmate was a bit disdainful of Chinese before, which made Yang Weiwei very uncomfortable.

　　What's wrong with the Chinese, how can they not be better than the naive white boy.

　　 Yang Weiwei, who has lived in the United States, knows something about American boys of the same age. In her opinion, those American boys of the same age are not as mature as Eastern boys, but rather naive.

　　 What's wrong with blond and blue eyes!

　　What's wrong with white skin?

　　 There are so many fat blonds and blue-eyed people in the United States. These people have no good looks at all.

　　 secretly took out his mobile phone, logged in to Facebook under the desk, opened the photo that Kim Hyun-tae had sent to him, and handed it to the same table.

　　 "Look for yourself, is this a handsome guy."

　　 handed the phone to Yang Weiwei, who was at the same table, her face glowing with pride, as if Kim Hyun-tae was really his boyfriend.

　　 Yang Weiwei at this moment even overlooked one problem. She and Jin Xiantai are just ordinary friends.

　　 "Wow! Really a handsome guy."

　　 Watching Jin Xiantai's selfie, Yang Weiwei's deskmate opened her eyes wide, her face full of surprise.

　　 Kim Hyun-tae’s selfies are very casual and have not been beautified with ps, so it’s not like the selfies of some boys on China’s side. They are all the kind of beautified and retouched selfies, and all of them are pretty **** good.

　　 Kim Hyun-tae in the photo is very sunny and full of youthful vigor that a teenager should have. Due to exercise, his good figure is also visible.

　　 Even if it’s a selfie, Kim Hyun-tae’s high-profile looks make Yang Weiwei’s female classmates uncontrollable to swallow her saliva and look very wretched.

　　 "Yuanyuan, what's your reaction? It's disgusting to swallow."

　　 Yang Weiwei stretched out her hand to grab her mobile phone, and made a sound of "Tsk Tsk", spitting at her tablemate with a disgusting expression.

　　 raised her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth, as if she was wiping saliva. In fact, the girl’s mouth was dry, she was just spoofing.

　　 "Oh, I can't control it. This face value is too high. It makes me uncontrollable and excited."

　　 Yang Weiwei’s tablemate is called Yuanyuan girl. In addition to love gossip ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she also likes to gossiping and weird. The character of the whole female man is very funny.

　　 But this is also normal. In fact, the girls are not worse than the boys.

　　 It's just that many girls usually don't show this side.

　　 But when girls get along with girls, this side often appears.

　　 "How about it, compared to the European and American white boy who is brain-filled by you, this looks not bad, right?"

　　 Yang Weiwei put the phone back in her pocket, and asked her tablemate Yuanyuan proudly.

　　 Yuanyuan nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking rice.

　　 "It's not bad! Not bad! Not bad at all! This is simply a good male god, much more beautiful than the Korean oppas I admire, and I even have a spring heart."

　　 Yang Weiwei was really speechless looking at her teasing table.

　　 "Lao Yang, your luck is so good that you can get such a handsome boyfriend on Lao Mei's side. I really envy you to die, to die."

　　 Yuanyuan began to perform to his heart's content, a look of distress and envy, making Yang Weiwei dumbfounded.

　　 "How come I don't have such good luck? Why don't we have such a handsome boy in our school."

　　 At the end Yuanyuan turned her head and looked around, ‘venting’ the dissatisfaction in her heart in a sorrowful tone. (To be continued.)