Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

He opened his mouth and said, "Don't you feel it? ”

The girl shook her head a little confused, "I think you may have misunderstood something. ”

Misunderstood?

What misunderstanding?

After a long day of tangling, Xiao Zhueyu couldn't help but look at the black-haired boy lying on the table, “Brother Xi, you and Song Qiqi...”

“It's all right." A cold voice came from the battle, pulling the mask on one of the long hands and getting up out of the classroom.

Xiao Zhew's eyes are silly, he still wonders, is this a contradiction?

But emotion is between two people, Ishiko's nature, or is it up to him not to get involved well.

When Song Qiqi returned from the office to the classroom, Tang Xiaoya said intentionally and inadvertently, "The school bully seems to be in a bad mood these past few days. ”

She glanced up, hesitated, or lifted her legs to the past.

“Battle. ”

The teenage girl's slightly soft glued voice rang out, accompanied by the smell of heat outside and the wind blowing through, appearing somewhat illusory.

Sitting on his seat, he raised his face violently and looked straight at him.

Song Qiqi can clearly see the dark-haired boy in the moment, but she may not be able to express herself, her fingers snapped, some nervously stepped back.

Something seems to have fallen on the bottom of the boy's eyes. It's a silence. "Can I help you, Mr. Song?” The sound under the mask was lazy, as if it had just been her illusion.

Song Qiqi didn't know why, his heart beat slightly, “Well, Teacher Wang asked me to tell you to go to the office this afternoon. ”

The battle dropped its curtains slightly, “Well, I get it. ”

Song Qiqi stood in place for a while.

“Anything else?” The black-haired boy reached out and pulled his mask, seemingly trying to catch his breath, causing an unexpected irritability between his eyebrows.

Song Qiqi shook his head and turned away.

Xiao Zhew was silent, he felt that Si really didn't like Song Qiqi anymore, if he used to...

In the past, Brother Si looked into the girl's eyes, like there were stars, even her lips couldn't suppress rising.

What's that saying, like you're my world?

In mid-October, the battle was transferred.

Song Qiqi looked at the empty space and was a little crazy.

Tang Xiaoya turned back, “Qiqi, what's wrong with you? ”

She hesitated for a moment, “I saw it yesterday in my notebook... a sentence...”

Tang Xiaoya asked, "What is it? ”

Song Qiqi blushed a little and lowered his voice, “It's nothing. ”

That sentence is, Battle, I like you.

But she remembered that she had never written anything like that.

But when the dark-haired boy dropped his eyes slightly and accidentally revealed arrogance and laziness, his heart missed a beat.

Tang Xiaoya took a serious look at the girl for a while, “Seven Seven Seven, you don't like to go to war, do you? ”

Song Qiqi was shocked, “How could it be? ”

But the cheeks were slightly red, and the eyes couldn't help but wander.

Tang Xiaoya touched her face and sympathetically said, “Hey, there are so many girls in the battle, not to mention that he has already transferred to school, maybe he won't even have a chance to see you later, you should still die. ”

“But... but you once said you liked me too.” Song Qiqi opened his mouth.

Tang Xiaoyapo shouted, “Hahaha, Song Qiqi, when did I say this to you? ”