Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

At the end of the question, I thought I was a little too enthusiastic, but when I thought about it, he looked good, and after all, I got my shirt dirty, and I couldn't help but be nice to him.

So she touched him gently with a yogurt bottle when she didn't respond: “You...”

Ever since she sat here, she hasn't bothered to look at her. At this time, Qin Shiting suddenly turned her face. It was only when she read the song that she could finally see his face carefully again.

Eighteen-year-old teenager, eyebrows, clear face angle, tall nose beam, but not very sharp looking, not exaggerated big eyebrows, in short, kind of good to see heartbreaking, clean and refreshing enough to make people feel like this boy needs to take a bath a thousand times a day, feel all over his body, even one lash is like a fairy floating kind of good look, cold eyes are like engraving a few light years distance between people.

The expression looks a little impatient.

The song lifted the yogurt to him, quietly told him he could drink it after class, but he looked at her with a cold, faceless warning, took his eyes back again, did not take the yogurt, and of course ignored her.

The song sighed.

It turns out that the male god class and the central air conditioning like Tangshaw are not the same type at all.

You look so good, but you have such a bad temper.

It would be nice if Qin Shiting had a casual personality, could whisper to her and pass a note to each other.

I was wondering, Zhao Xiaoqing in her back desk poked her back gently with a pen, and I looked back and saw Zhao Xiaoqing handed himself a note.

After reading the song, I opened it quietly and looked at it. It just said: You just got promoted to class. If you don't know anyone, I can be your friend. Don't mess with Qin God all the time. It's useless. He's usually really unreasonable. Give it up.

And there's a cute text emoticon on the back of the note where the name is written: O

Qin god?

Is that what senior year students call him?

Wow.

The song also returned a note with two cute little letters and symbols written on it: Yes! O (x_x) O

This is good, of course, to meet Zhao Xiaoqing as a friend. As for Qin Shiting...

He's so handsome, he can't give up, even if he's just a table where he can communicate and talk normally, and he can be an ordinary friend who can talk.

After waiting until the end of the class, the teacher left his homework behind and told him to use the newly learned formula to do a few more questions. It seems like he has to write something to solve the problem. Reading songs is better in literature. Science is already a bit difficult. Now suddenly, it is impossible to upgrade the class and understand immediately.

She slowly pushed the book in front of her to the same table where the problem was being solved, and she whispered, “Well... I don't really understand this question. After all, I suddenly came from senior year, can you help me to list the formula for the solution? Thank you...”

Qin Shiting glanced at her empty book, didn't even glance at her, and wrote a 23 directly next to her question.

Then he retracted his pen and wrote him, leaving her alone.

When I read the song, I retracted the book and looked at the two hand-written numbers that were even simple but nice.

What do you mean, 23?

Even if she didn't understand, she knew that the teacher was asking for a column formula and a way to write questions, not to calculate a number like elementary school students, and even if it were a numerical answer, it couldn't be 23.

But after all, is he a male god or a schoolmaster? He didn't really care about her. There must still be a reason to write these two numbers all of a sudden. I'm sorry to read the song and keep asking him. I was going to ask Zhao Xiaoqing back or so shy, but all of a sudden the light flashed in my head, I turned the book over a few pages, and finally stayed on page 23.

This page is supposed to be a review of the classes that were taught last semester. I didn't learn to read the song, but I can read the formulas listed below the review questions. There are several formula solutions that are similar to the one I just had.

Does Qin mean to let her find her own way through these similar questions?

Ahhh, the male god is a male god, the way to teach people how to solve problems is so quick and effective, there is no need for bullshit.

Reading the song and turning the book back to the page, looking at the 23 or two numbers on the top, there were all kinds of pink bubbles in my head.

It's not ignorant, at least I'll write her numbers. It doesn't taste like other boys pretending to be cold. He's just too lazy to talk nonsense to irrelevant people.

For the first time in my life, I thought the words 2 and 3 were so beautiful, and the founders of Arab numbers were amazing.

……

It's been three days since Qin Shiting and Qin Shiting spoke to each other again.

During these three days, Qin Shiting's indifference and inappropriate mess were completely accustomed to reading songs. Obviously, the students in this class did not dare to mess with him easily, even his desk did not dare to touch randomly.

I thought it would be nice to read a song. At least in the area next to him, there were not so many messy boys and girls to bother her her. Sometimes there was so much shyness and Zhao Xiaoqing talked to her. It was also good to be calm.

As a result, when Qin Shiting suddenly spoke to her, the singing did not react for half a day.

Qin Shiting repeated it again, reading the song before looking at him with flattery: “Are you... talking to me? ”

“I said, you stand up.” The nicer the boy sounds, the colder and impatient he hides, but he repeats it again.

“Ah, oh, okay.” Now it's time to go to class and stand up as soon as you sing.

Then he saw him put a black shoulder bag in her seat.

This bag should look like his.

When I read the song and looked at him, I didn't have to say it, I could understand what he meant. Nobody usually sat in this position, so his stuff was just on two seats. Now he's silently driving her away. It's been three days, and she should change seats.

When I read the song, I looked at the space next to the girl who studied well in front of me. I didn't say anything. Even though I thought Qin Shiting was really arrogant and rude in his work, I kept going back and forth with 23 numbers in my head. Then I sat back in position with a laugh, as if the black bag was her own bag. I didn't mind putting it here.

And she said, "Is there no place to put it? Let's put it here first. I usually only sit in half of the chairs anyway, and I can put another bag, if you still have one. ”

After all, this is the first time Qin Shiting has spoken to her voluntarily. Although her attitude is driven away, her cautious heart also leaped quietly.

Well, that's a lovely voice, even the look on your face when you're angry!