Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 888 The Most Romantic Thing - Pity
"Qian! Xiaoqian."

Xia Yang leaned over with his head tilted.

"What are you looking at?" Ouyang Fu gave Xia Yang a sideways glance.

"Look at you." Xia Yang shook over with a spoon, "Come on, let me demonstrate, you can learn later. Open your mouth, ah——"

"Ah, you're big." Ouyang Fuqian turned her head away from the window, "Eat by yourself, didn't you say that you have to go for a walk after eating, it's getting dark now."

"It's getting dark, okay." Xia Yang smiled and moved closer, "It's been said that it's getting dark, so it's easy to fall in love."

"I love you." Ouyang Fuqian raised his hand and pinched Xia Yang's arm, "If you don't learn well at a young age, you are still a high school student. You know how to fall in love every day..."

"Hahaha." Xia Yang burst out laughing instantly, poured a spoonful of peanuts into his mouth, and looked over at Ouyang Fuqian, "Qianqian, don't you think we are laughing at each other at fifty steps? ?”

Ouyang Fu was suffocated, and kicked Xia Yang unceremoniously.

"Hey, now is not the time to move." Xia Yang never dodged, and was kicked firmly on the calf again, "There is no audience now, who are we performing for?!"

Ouyang Fuqian: ...

audience?Is this kid addicted to acting?

"Is that what I said?" Xia Yang looked at the almost empty seats on the right, "Look, our audience is all gone."

"Heh!" Ouyang Fu smiled lightly, "You can treat me as an audience."

Xia Yang was slightly startled, and turned his head to look at Ouyang Fu: "What kind of audience are you? You are the protagonist, okay?"

"I am the audience, the audience with the most right to speak." Ouyang Fu smiled and leaned against the window, "Let's not talk about professionalism, just from the perspective of personal experience, your acting skills are not good enough, too Exaggerated."

"Oh?" A big smile instantly appeared on Xia Yang's face, and he blinked slightly at Ouyang Fu, "I accept this criticism, come on, you can criticize me from a professional point of view."

Ouyang Fu smiled instantly, and glanced at Xia Yangxuan: "What? Are you still going to join my drama club?"

"Do you have a drama club?" The expression on Xia Yang's face instantly lit up, "Take me to play."

"Playing with your size." Ouyang Fuqian twisted Xia Yang's arm abruptly, "Playing? Playing with everything? This attitude is wrong, if you really..."

"You pinch me. Qianqian, you treat me like a wooden man, you can pinch me once, but you pinch me a second time. It hurts, do you know?"

Xia Yang glanced at his arm, "Hurry up, Xiaoqian, rub it for me, it hurts."

"Oh!" Ouyang Fu snorted lightly, and glanced at Xia Yang, "Insincerity and affectation are the biggest taboos."

"I'm cultivating your compassion." Xia Yang shook his arms lightly, glanced at the table again, picked up two pieces of eggplant and ate them.

Ouyang Fu smiled slightly and looked out the window.

It's already dusk.

For a while, there was silence, only a trace of wind seeping through the half-opened window, bringing waves of coolness.

"I was serious."

Xia Yang's voice suddenly came again.

Ouyang Fuqian, who was looking out the window, did not pretend not to hear, and blinked slightly: "Let's talk about it when you come to Jingyun Normal University next year. It's too early to say it now."

"Why so early, it's already November now."

Xia Yang smacked his mouth, piled up the empty dishes in front of him, piled them on the opposite side, and picked up the three or four unfinished dishes one by one, "It's not like you don't know, Jingyun Every year, the Normal University will assign a few places to No. [-] Middle School by default."

"What do you mean?" Ouyang Fu was slightly startled, and looked at Xia Yang, "Could it be that you have already reported to the Academic Affairs Office and reserved a spot?"

"Yeah." Xia Yang nodded irresistibly, "My Qianqian is really not ordinary smart."

Ouyang Fu fell silent, glanced at Xia Yang twice, and remained silent.

"You are the first to know. Look, am I sincere enough?" Xia Yang picked up a leaf of cabbage in front of him, "Next year I can come and act with you, and we will carry on the romance to the end."

The corners of Ouyang Fuqian's mouth twitched slightly, he turned his head and looked out the window, and responded in a calm manner: "Okay."

"Oh?" Xia Yang whispered, and came over, "Qianqian, you have figured it out, are you ready to fall in love with me?"

Ouyang Fuqian, who was originally calm, suddenly became restless.

When did she promise Xia Yang that she would fall in love with him?

What she said was so obvious that she joined the drama club together and rehearsed plays for fun!

Cough, rehearsing and playing, she seems to be really driven by Xia Yang!
"If you don't answer, you will acquiesce." Xia Yang glanced at the side of Ouyang Fu's face, and smiled lowly, "Hey, poor me, I have to make wedding dresses for others again."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Ouyang Fuqian again.

no response!

"Qianqian, I suddenly feel a little regretful. You said, I have been romantically with you all along. After I have trained you, you turned around and threw yourself into the arms of that ugly boy. How painful it is for me."

Ouyang Fu trembled slightly, ugly boy?
That ugly boy, where will he go next year?

What's more, there was already another girl beside that person.

How could she fall into the arms of that ugly boy?
Xia Yang, really, which pot is not open and which pot to lift.

Of course, she wouldn't mention Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan should also come the next year.

At that time, she was in her third year of junior high school.

That's right, maybe, she can still see Zhu Yan and Xia Yang as a couple, maybe, she can also witness Xia Yang's scene of chasing his girlfriend.

Heh, thinking of this, Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and laughed: "I'm also sorry, the handsome boy who finally got his thorns shaved and who has a tacit understanding, unexpectedly, suddenly became someone else's, what a pity."

"Enough!"

Xia Yang rang his hand in an instant, "Xiao Qian, you are really smart! This is a good ability to draw inferences from one instance, I like it very much, little brother."

"Heh." Ouyang Fu smiled lightly.

The maple leaves outside the window have become indistinct, gradually shrouded in a layer of night.

"Hey, that's right, Xiaoqian." Xia Yang stuffed the last piece of cabbage into his mouth, and then glanced at Ouyang Fuqian's profile, "Do you know that ugly boy Liu Ruixuan has a rumored girlfriend? "

Ouyang Fu was suffocated for a moment.

Gossip Girl?Liu Ruixuan?

Isn't that girl with a bright smile a well-known official campus couple in Yunling Middle School?

"Look at my memory," Xia Yang looked at Ouyang Fuqian's side face that never turned around, "I seem to have told you just now."

Ouyang Fuqian, who originally wanted to respond, suddenly lost the desire to speak.

Everyone knows it.

Even Xia Yang knew about it, and she only knew about it a month ago.

Really, a big joke.

(End of this chapter)