Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

So shy I'm a few minutes late today, after entering the class to meet the teacher before he arrives, hurry up and yell in the back to read the song: “Read, quick, lend me a copy of last night's roll, my parents quarreled at home last night upside down, so I went straight downstairs for half a night without writing my homework, then I was too sleepy to write, Teacher Zhao will be here soon, lend me a copy, promise to copy in five minutes! ”

“Okay, I'll find it.” When I read the song, I glanced back at Hao Shu's screaming face. I turned my head when I was in my bag, and I didn't find it for half a day. “Wait a minute, I think I put it somewhere. It seems to be stuck in some book. I have a little more books with me today. ”

“Hurry up, Old Zhao is coming! ”

Zhao Xiaoqing's roll will be handed over at the first time each time she enters the class, so shy to know her habit, to know that she doesn't have the roll in her hand right now, she can only find the reading song in front of her to help her.

However, I do have a lot of books to read today, and I don't know where they are. When I saw this little fat guy, she said, "Why don't you copy the Qin God's scroll first? ”

“Yes! That's better! Qin God's accuracy is 100%! I'll copy the other two thirds. I'll write blindly. Zhao won't find out I copied!” What a shy nod.

When I read the song, I saw Qin Shiting sitting next to me and heard what she said, but nothing happened, so I picked up his bag and put it on my leg, opened it and looked for it.

When the girl at the next table got up and poured the water, she saw the song reading motion and said, “And you and Qin God have such a good relationship? Qin Gods bags can be flipped at will? ”

When I read the song, I didn't find Qin Shiting's roll, and I ignored the girl who passed by. I just turned my eyes and looked at him: “Are you rolling? ”

Qin Shiting sat there quietly, his chin slightly lifted towards the podium, while reading a song some slow brain as if this was when he had just recovered his memories.

Yeah, it looks like he just put the roll over the podium.

She was still holding his bag on her own leg, so shy to see that neither of them could borrow the roll. She hurried to borrow it from others.

Zhao Xiaoqing sat behind him, looked at Qin Shiting while reading the song, and looked at Qin Shiting. Hey, smile. He lowered his head and sent a text message to Qin Shin when he read the song on his cell phone: [Qin God actually made you go through his bag, he's not angry yet, read how you did it? Isn't that amazing?]

When I read the song, I felt the phone vibrate in my pocket. I hurriedly put the bag back to him. I took out my phone and looked at it. When my heart beat, I missed a beat.

She just sat beside Qin Shiting and was used to being ignored by him. She usually followed her own rules of doing everything to eat and clothes. She wouldn't bother him if she didn't disturb him. For example, she was used to reaching out and getting books when she usually did. Anyway, he wouldn't even reach out.

He shouldn't mind borrowing a roll, so he didn't think much about it.

But think about it now, this sort of thing about turning bags seems a little too intimate.

The key Qin Shiting has always been calm and still not refused.

[I've been at the table with this fat bastard for almost three years, and he hasn't let me go through his bag.] Zhao Xiaoqing sent her another one.

When Teacher Zhao came in, she quickly put away her phone, but the corner of her mouth was unwittingly stained with a hidden laugh.

In the following days, Qin Shiting obviously started to reject her, to the person who was accustomed to sitting next to her, even though he would still not proactively say anything to her, his attitude still faded, but at least there must be regular communication from time to time. Sometimes he would read songs to ask him some questions, and he would answer two sentences, and the words would not be particularly few, gradually more, even if the words said today were one word more than yesterday, the singing would make him happy all day.

She never thought that her daily caution would be completely filled by a person. There was nothing bothering her when reading songs at this age. Apart from the fact that her parents wanted her to learn finance, but she wanted to learn medicine more, there seemed to be nothing in life that made her too sad. Using her parents was just a suggestion, and not forcing her to make choices, she had nothing more unhappy. Now every day this heart is filled with Qin Shiting, so long as he turns his head and looks at her as she speaks, she can be particularly happy.

……

Nearly the midterm examination, the senior year has recently entered a state of self-study at school until 9: 30 every day, and everyone's face is much more weary than in the previous two months due to excessive focus on exams and reviews.

The singer recently returned home because her parents had to be picked up every day by Uncle Tai. At night, she had to chat with her parents and talk to them and write homework. She basically didn't sleep until after 11: 30, but her sleep quality was always good. She was in good shape when she woke up in the morning. Besides, she was sitting next to a schoolmaster. Now, most of her learning problems are answered by Qin Shiting. She is now a grade-jump, and she can't make it to the front row of school, but it certainly won't be the tail of the crane.

She put the thermos cup she brought in this morning on Qin Shiting's table: “This is fruit tea made by my aunt. I put it in the refrigerator last night. It's now ice-cold, it's particularly delicious. Try it. ”

Qin Shiting glanced at her, retracted his gaze, and did not drink.

“It's not the sweet kind, it's the pure fruit tea that I brought to our class last month. Everyone tried the milk tea powder, and you tasted it. You must know my aunt's craftsmanship.” The song opened the lid and handed it to him: “You taste it, it's cold and refreshing. ”

Qin Shiting looked at the cup cover in front of him and took a sip.

Cover it with a smile: “I think you'll love it. That's why you brought it here. I don't think you usually drink coffee or milk tea, and you don't eat much. You'll love fruit and vegetables more, so you'll love this fruit tea. ”

Qin Shiting had a faint "hmm” sound after drinking, nothing to say.

I'm used to reading songs, and after a while I slowed down, I said: "It's almost midterm, I haven't finished my senior year. These senior year courses are still half the time and half the time won't do it. Perhaps there will be more questions in recent days. Would you dislike me to talk too much? ”

Qin Shiting did not reply to this sentence. Although he has responded quite a few times now, he has not responded every time.

Speaking of this, it was quite depressing to read the song, because she still didn't get Qin Shiting's mobile number. That time she ate in the street was only a coincidence and became the only time. Later, even if she wanted to meet him in the school canteen, she didn't have a chance...