Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 50 White Shirt

F Gao chooses to go out for spring outings around Arbor Day every year. To put it bluntly, he chooses a bunch of free labor to plant trees.

Ruan Ruan wore a sportswear that is convenient for doing things today. Since Qingran sent her the news that Xie Ying'an agreed to help last night, she has full confidence that she can win.

Class [-] and Class [-] each waited in long queues to get on the bus, and when Qingran sat in the car, he realized that Song Shize had gotten into the bus of Class [-] at some point.

The old god Song Shize was sitting in the second-to-last row of seats, still shaking his legs. When he saw Qingran, he grinned and showed a row of white teeth: "Li Qingran, come here, sit here."

He patted the empty seat beside him.

Qingran would choose to sit with him unless she was stupid, she turned sideways to make room for Ruan Ruan behind her.

Ruan Ruan and his brother patted Qingran on the shoulder well, walked straight past and sat next to Song Shize.

Everyone in Song Shize was stupid.

Qingran wanted to go back, but Xie Yingan, who was sitting beside him, held his arm, and moved a seat inside, "Sit here."

Only then did Qingran see Xie Ying'an, she sat down on the empty seat beside him, and turned the backpack behind her to the front.

Song Shize's voice came from behind.

"Hey! Who told you to sit here?"

Ruan Ruan snorted coldly: "I advise you to be more polite to me. Let me tell you, my head teacher, Lao Wu, is sitting in front."

As expected, Song Shize's arrogance weakened, and he was still stubborn: "Well, so what?"

"How?" Ruan Ruan laughed: "Of course I exposed you."

Song Shize: "So what if you expose me? Could it be that Lao Wu also threw me out of the car?"

Ruan Ruan: "Do you want to try?"

Song Shize finally fell silent.

Xie Ying'an, who had been listening to their conversation, sneered.

He glanced at the bulging schoolbag in Qingran's arms, and habitually reached out to take it.

The schoolbag was very heavy, he asked Qingran: "What did you bring, so much?"

"Mineral water and some snacks."

There is no way, Li Qingmo and Xie Ying'an don't bother to bring these things for the spring outing every year. When they are on the mountain, there are no shops in front of the village or back, and the water given by the teacher is not enough to drink, they have nowhere to buy them.

Now that Qingran has the foresight, if they don't bring it, she will.

It was still early, and it was more than an hour's drive from where they were going. The car went from being noisy at first to gradually quieting down. Qingran felt a little sleepy, so she leaned on the back of the seat and closed her eyes to fall asleep.

Qingran never thought that she would fall asleep, it was Xie Ying'an who woke her up, the car had already arrived, and the classmates got out of the car one after another.

Her head was leaning on Xie Yingan's shoulder, and Xie Yingan was sitting upright.

Qingran quickly sat upright, only to feel a sore neck.

Xie Ying'an came over and pinched Qing Ran's neck twice,
The skin under the hands feels extremely delicate and smooth, like the best jade in the rough.

The boy looked at her with dark eyes, and asked, "Is it hard?"

The young man's fingertips were dry and warm, and Qingran felt numbness on the neck touched by his fingers. She hurriedly avoided his hand and shook her head.

Ruan Ruan walked over from behind, she had a triumphant look on her face: "Ranran, let's go, let's go down too."

Song Shize, who was following Ruan Ruan, had an ugly expression on his face. He glanced at Xie Ying'an, and when Qingran and Ruan Ruan walked away, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother, let's discuss something?"

Xie Ying'an looked at him and slightly curled the corner of his lower lip.

"Don't worry." He said, "I will help you."

Song Shize was so excited that he couldn't help it. He wanted to grab Xie Yingan's neck, but Xie Yingan turned sideways to avoid it.

The boy's brows and eyes are cold, and his seriousness will always give people a feeling of aloofness.

Song Shize didn't like this kind of feeling in young people. He shyly retracted his hand that had been stretched in mid-air, but he had no choice but to ask for help, so he still had to say good things with a shy face.

"Brother, the happiness of the rest of my life is entirely in your hands."

Xie Ying'an smiled meaningfully again, and Song Shize's heart was momentarily at a loss.

The location chosen for this spring outing was on a mountain, Qingran and Ruan Ruan walked in front hand in hand, Xie Ying'an and Song Shize followed behind them.

The two girls in front are about the same height, one is wearing sportswear with a high ponytail; the other is wearing a white village shirt, with a ball head showing a slender and fair neck.

The warm and delicate touch seems to still be left on the fingertips, Xie Ying'an's black eyes are a little darker, and the extremely soft lips that day are still worse than today.

Song Shize's gaze fell from Qingran's body to Ruan Ruan's body for a long time, and he hurriedly looked away as if his eyes were hot. He bumped Xie Ying'an with his arm, "Tell me, who is a normal little girl who would dress like Ruan Ruan!?"

In adolescence, that girl doesn't like beauty, and there are rare times when she doesn't need to wear school uniforms. Of course, one dresses better than the other.

Not to mention that the skirt on Huang Qianyu does not affect her work, but it looks good when she wears it.

Not to mention the weather in March, and some girls put on shirts and shorts. Anyway, they are beautiful, but I don’t know if they will freeze their legs.

Because of Song Shize's words, Xie Ying'an's eyes drifted back to Qingran's back. The white shirt's waist-tightening design made the girl's slender waist fit, and the light-colored skinny jeans made the girl's legs thin and straight. Looking at the past from behind, the body is full of beautiful youthful breath.

Xie Ying'an was keenly aware that more than one line of sight fell on Qingran.

He slid his Adam's apple, stood behind Qingran calmly, blocked the sight that came from behind, and said seriously: "It's better like Ruan Ruan."

At least not eye-catching.

Song Shize curled his lips, feeling that Xie Ying'an's aesthetics were quite different from his.

The mountain is not high, but for this group of pampered students, climbing up is enough for them to be exhausted and out of breath.

Song Shize glanced at Xie Yingan's schoolbag that was carried on one shoulder behind his back, and flattered him, "Brother, are you tired? Do you want me to carry it for you?"

Xie Ying'an continued to walk without looking sideways, and only responded lightly: "No need."

Song Shize was a little panicked: "No, brother, I don't know why you are doing this."

Only then did Xie Ying'an take a slow look at him: "Do you think you will lose to me?"

It's about a man's dignity, Song Shize gritted his teeth and said, "Of course not."

Then you have to!
Lao Wu held a red flag in his hand to indicate that the person in charge took the lead and walked in front, and the head teacher of Class [-] walked in the back, in case some students felt unwell.

When they climbed halfway up the mountain, a few girls who were usually not keen on exercising had already yelled that they couldn't do it anymore. They sat on the stone benches by the side of the mountain road to rest.

Qingran and Ruan Ruan walked past them, the faces of the girls were flushed, and they were fanning the wind with their hands like fans.

Qingran looked at Ruan Ruan in surprise.

Ruan Ruan looked back in confusion: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Qingran: "You can't even hold on to the women's 800 meters. Why don't you catch your breath today?"

"Hey!" Ruan Ruan grinned, leaned closer to Qingran and whispered: "Ranran, do you know? As long as I think that Song Shize lost to me, he will be my boyfriend, and I will be my errand in the future, I will be so excited that I will be filled with excitement." strength."

Qingran: "...Are you serious?"

Ruan Ruan was surprised: "Ranran, you don't think I'm joking, do you?"

Qingran thought, I really thought you were joking.

Ruan Ruan hugged Qingran's shoulders, and lowered her voice: "Second generation ancestors like Song Shize have always played with other people's feelings. If one day his feelings are played by others, haha, just think about it... ..."

Song Shize who was behind them suddenly shivered inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)