The Ideal Mary Sue

After Yueyue's confession incident, she did not degenerate as she thought, on the contrary, she returned to normal.

"Ningning, don't worry about me." Zhang Yue ate an apple, "Now, I have no regrets in my high school life!"

She never had a cake again.

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The old library is where Wei Qing often goes in and out.

It was quiet here, almost no one came, there was no sound of turning pages of books, and no eager eyes from behind the shelves or from the desk.

However, today, there is one more uninvited guest here.

A girl lying on the side of the window, enjoying the only electric fan here, with her head resting on her hands, sleeping peacefully.

Wei Qing has always been very bored with all the girls who deliberately appeared next to him. This boredom began when he was forcibly kissed by a ruthless little overlord when he was in kindergarten. Until now, he still can't get rid of that nauseating greasy feeling, yes, that There was even "milk" oil on the little female bully's mouth, biting on his face in one bite, and it did not know how much damage it caused to his young soul.

So that he refused to contact any girls, especially the fat guy a few days ago, holding the cake he hated the most, and confessing loudly to him downstairs in the dormitory was exactly the same as that of the little female bully who stood by his door and confessed to him loudly.

It's so disgusting.

Wei Qing carried his bag and sat down to the farthest place from Suning.

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In the hot weather and no electric fan, Wei Qing only felt that his back was soaked with sweat, and the words on the book jumped around in his eyes. When it was over, it wasn't because of heat stroke.

Wei Qing glanced at the electric fan again. Before, he used this electric fan...

Wei Qing said to himself silently, go to the new library, where there is air-conditioning, and shook his head abruptly, no, there are too many people there, here, Shinnin passed.

Ma, bear with a "wool" thread! Why this fan can only be used by her!

Wei Qing grabbed his schoolbag and sat opposite Suning, unconsciously lightening his movements, of course to not wake her up, he didn't want to be peeked by her all afternoon.

The breeze from the fan finally took away the warmth.

Wei Qing only felt relaxed physically and mentally, turning over the pages of the book with his slender fingers, and jot down the key points on the book with a pen.

When thinking about math problems, he likes to turn pens, two turns, three turns, the faster he turns, the clearer his thinking.

The pen cap loosened and flew into Suning's hair like a parabola.

Wei Qing looked at her face subconsciously, wondering if she would react.

But he could no longer look away.

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the leaves and casts on her body, as if covered with a layer of light yellow "color", the fine eyelashes "hairs" are like butterfly wings, trembling with the wind, small nose, breathing slightly Pink "color" lips...

Obsessed, Wei Qing reached out and touched her face.

Delicate and smooth, it makes people love it.

The pen without its cap slid down the tabletop, and it slapped on the ground.

Wei Qing retracted his hand suddenly, did not look at her again, but could not enter the book.

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For several days in a row, Wei Qing could see her here.

Sometimes I sleep on my stomach, sometimes I sit and read a book.

When she slept, he sat opposite her and traced her outline quietly with his sight. When she was sitting and reading, he was standing next to the bookshelf and looking at her from a distance through the bookshelf.

auzw.com The electric fan is as old as this library, and finally went on strike this day.

Wei Qing silently looked at the sweat spilling on her forehead, she wrinkled her nose as if sleeping uncomfortably.

After staring at her closed eyes for a long time, Wei Qing finally sighed, "I really lost to you!" He said, pulling two pages of paper and folded it into a simple fan, and fanned her up and down. .

"Damn, I must have taken the wrong'medicine' today!"

Even so, he didn't stop his hand fanning her. Seeing her unfolded eyebrows, the corners of his mouth rose, and his peach blossom eyes were curved like a crescent.

With his hand on his chin, he looked at her for an instant, regardless of the sweat on his back soaked in the clothes, but felt that this quiet afternoon was too good.

She opened her eyes when he saw her intently.

"you···"

Those eyes were clear and clear, and they were too "fascinated", as if they wanted to **** his mind away.

"Don't get me wrong." Wei Qing retracted his gaze, turned his head to look out of the window, and said casually: "The fan is broken, let's get cooler by the window here."

"En." Suning nodded and smiled at him: "Thank you."

"Yep?"

"When I fell asleep, it felt windy. It should be the wind you fan." Suning pointed to the paper fan in his hand.

"may be."

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"Yueyue, what have you been watching the timetable for?" Suning did not move when she saw her staring at the timetable on the lid of the stationery box.

"No, no." Zhang Yue hurriedly closed the stationery box and said with a smile, "We have physical education in the afternoon."

Suning didn't see it. On the class schedule, next to the physical education class, there was the word "wei", and he also drew a heart with a red highlighter.

"It's physical education again!" Suning resented that the physical education teacher was a very serious and serious person. Since that time she passed out in her class, she has been labeled as frail, saying "You are a senior in high school. Exercise well, such a heavy learning burden, how can you cope with it without a good body.” Therefore, in addition to the two routine jogging, Suning has to run one more lap around the "playground".

Physical education class.

When running, Suning hid behind Zhang Yue, and did not dare to look up at the physical education teacher, for fear of being raised by her alone.

Zhang Yue didn't know what he saw and stopped suddenly.

Suning, who was immersed in running hard, hit her back. This was the first time Suning deeply felt her fatness. The inertial impact of this running did not shake her body at all. On the contrary, Suning was still caught by her. I sat on the ground with the flesh bullets on my body, holding my hands on the ground first, and felt that my skin was worn out by the track, and my buttocks were so hot and painful.

"Wow, Wei Qing, look, it's the fat guy. Listen to them. That fat guy is in class 23, the worst class in our grade..." Yang Wei passed the ball to him and motioned him to look at the runway.

"Class 23?" Wei Qing remembered that Suning was also in that class. He secretly flipped through the textbook she put on the table. The class line in the textbook was written in the third grade (23).

Wei Qing looked at the runway, and that Yibu tended to jogging behind Fatty, isn't it Suning?

"Puff, that fat guy is dumbfounded by you!"

What happened in the next second caused Wei Qing to throw the ball, leap over with his hand on the railing, and ran towards her.

When Suning was about to blow the wound on his hand, he was picked up, thinking about whether to cover his face in time, and was scolded by him.

"Don't you have eyes?!" Wei Qing was even more angry than her wounded, peach blossom stared at her, angrily: "Can't you see the people in front stop?"

"Olympic champions dare not lower their heads to run, but you dare, who are you, champion of the universe?!"

"Or are you actually a bat?! Can it be located by ultrasound?!"

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"Hands out."