Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Zhao Xiaoqing said in surprise: "When you were with Tang Shao before, didn't you just never cover it up? So many people know. ”

“There's nothing to hide. At our age, it's normal to like anyone. ”

“... did your parents know? ”

“Yes, they are more open to everything about me, including telling them if I want to have a boyfriend and if anyone likes them. ”

“Wow, your mom and dad are so nice. ”

“Donald Shaw's parents and I had some business dealings, but I didn't spend much time together with him, and it's over now. ”

“Why? Many people know that you've dated Tang Shao before. As for Qin God, it's okay if he knows, because I feel like he's not interested in what other people are saying, but this gossip is not very good for you.” Zhao Xiaoqing said that he looked back towards the toilet and said in her ear: “I didn't remember this either, but I only remembered when I saw Class 2. ”

“What gossip?” It's a little surprising to read a song.

“Xu Yiqi told the girls in their class that your family was too good and strong, and that Tang Shao was all over the place. Tang Shao didn't like your personality and gradually let you down. Then you turned over with Tang Shao because he had taken her to the infirmary once, broke up jealously and said she was innocent or something. ”

When I heard the song, I didn't say anything. I just stood where I was. When I heard the footsteps behind me, I looked back and saw Xu Yiqi and the other girl had already come out.

She still hasn't gone far, and may have paused her expression. She still has to take a detour.

Yet this time, singing directly to her, blocked her path in front of Xu Yiqi, looked at her face to face, but only looked at her and did not speak.

Perhaps Yiqi's expression panicked for a moment: “What are you doing? ”

Zhao Xiaoqing thought something was going to happen, and he hurried over to read the song when he was pulling, but saw her standing there, with a slight unintelligible smile at the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Xiaoqing quickly closed her eyes until she saw the song and lifted her hand. She didn't hear her beating, then opened her eyes, but when she saw it, she took off a small leaf on her head and turned around to look at the lush trail: “Although it is autumn, Haicheng has not reached the point where leaves fall all over the season, it is not easy for this leaf to fall on your head. ”

Xu Yiqi's expression was frozen when she just lifted her hand to herself, and she had not returned to God.

The song randomly clapped the debris from the fallen leaves just crushed on the clapper and glanced at her again: “If you're not feeling well, don't come out and walk. The wind is quite high these days. ”

Xu also glanced at her halfway, and the girl next to her dragged her arm nervously. The two looked less beautiful and hurried away.

Zhao Xiaoqing hurried over after people walked away: “I was scared to death. I thought you were going to hit her. ”

“Hit her for what? Fighting this kind of person is what makes her complete.” It doesn't matter if she reads a song: “She was afraid of me, so she only dared to say gossip behind her back to clean up the suspicion of robbing someone else's boyfriend. Anyway, I don't have any feelings for Tang Shao. She loved how to torment, as long as she didn't touch my bottom line. ”

Zhao Xiaoqing looked at her with confusion. When she read the song, she saw her face, which was not very clear. She wanted to pinch it on her face, but she still held on: “Let's go, go back to the classroom. ”

After waiting for a few days to sing, I finally saw Qin Shiting come back on Thursday morning.

A tall, skinny boy with a black shoulder bag is still sitting beside her with no expression.

The heart started beating a little bit, breathing a little changed speed, and I sang there for a while before whispering to him: “Are you back in the race? ”

Qin Shiting glanced at her and didn't answer.

“What if you haven't come to class these past few days? Need a note?” As she saw the teacher come in, she lowered her voice and whispered, hurrying to show him her class notes.

As a result, she just pushed the notes open onto his desk. Qin Shiting glanced at her notes and was even more apathetic on her face, which was already faceless.

Seems... disgusted.

The words of the song were pretty, Juan Xiu's neat font, but her classroom notebook was very much like that of an elementary school student. It also revealed how far between her learning thinking in each class and him.

“Cough, if you don't need my notes, I'll borrow one from the class leader...”

“No need." Qin Shiting retracted the light, fading away.

“What about the lesson you left behind? ”

Qin Shiting's habitual silence rarely explains and explains anything, especially to the girl, and then looks at this side from the time he comes back to sit here today, as if waiting for some baby to read the song, somehow wondering that her passion has not diminished at this moment.

“I've watched this week's class over the weekend.” Qin Shiting lowered her head and pushed her notes back. The moment she lowered her head, she seemed to blink.

At the moment when he blinked his head, singing felt like an arrow in his chest. Ahhh, it felt like every time I looked at him like this, I yelled in my heart how can it look so good...

She couldn't get back to God for a moment and a half, she reached out and took the note back, but then suddenly thought that when he had just pushed the note back, his hand seemed to have touched her notebook, and for a moment it was like something sacred had been offered, so hurry and put it away carefully.

“You actually read it yourself in advance...” she muttered admirably: "No need for teachers to talk in class, just read it yourself, can you really understand? ”

Qin Shiting looked at her once more, obviously saying, "You think I have the same intelligence as you?"

Though he didn't have much, or even a little ambiguity, it just seemed so uncontroversial to read the song that there were all sorts of pink bubbles on his mind.

What he used to say to her was ignorant, and now, even if he is indifferent, he is at least used to her table, and occasionally gives her a look.

Just hold on a little longer, he will get more and more accustomed to her existence. In the future, he will really be a good friend with her. He may be a man. He likes it, but he doesn't dare to ask too much for it, and he doesn't dare to desecrate it mentally. But if he can be a friend, he can often talk and chat together in the future. If he can smile at himself, she is afraid that it will be heaven.