It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 79

Can the word "not an example" be eaten as a meal?

The answer is of course no.

Qiao Yue adjusted the wine, then smiled and said to Young Master Shen: "Mr. Shen, according to my observation, you have at least 10 ex-girlfriends in school. You can choose one of them. I believe they will never refuse your invitation." .”

"Come on." Of course, Shen Zheyi is not so easily dismissed, "Sister Yue is as beautiful as a flower, like a fish, a wild goose, a moon and a shameful flower, how can those rouge and vulgar fans compare?"

Qiao Yue seriously doubted that, with Shen Zheyi's level of description, if he failed the Chinese test, it was because he didn't want to take the test.

But she still glanced at Shen Zheyi, and said word by word: "So, sister is destined to be a fairy that ordinary people like you can't date."

Shen Zheyi: "..."

Another failure in the history of flirting with girls.

The next day was Saturday, and the high school kids went to class as usual, but Qiao Yue attended class honestly this week. Even on Sunday morning, she arrived at school on time.

But the picture was clean, so he took the exercise book and went to the library to study.

The library on weekends was exceptionally clean, no one was noisy, even if there were very few people, Qiao Yue happily found a corner to do some research.

As she brushed and brushed, a shadow fell, Qiao Yue frowned slightly, she was still calculating the final result of the math problem she was doing, so she couldn't look up.

So, that shadow enveloped her for about a minute.

When the answer was completely on the test paper, Qiao Yue looked up and saw the person who came. The person was wearing a black ball uniform and a pair of red and black AJs on his feet. He was 1.8 meters tall, with delicate features and fair skin. Like the little milk dog mentioned in TV dramas and novels.

It's also uncannily familiar.

Yan Ziyu held a bottle of mineral water in his hand, "Sister, what a coincidence."

Qiao Yue watched as the elementary school boy in a sleeveless loose ball uniform sat down neatly next to him, propped his face with his left hand and looked at her with a gentle smile on his lips.

Tsk, he's still a gentle little milk dog.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Yue asked, but her eyes were on the next question.

Yan Ziyu was not annoyed either. He glanced at Qiao Yue's problem and saw her neatly writing down the process of solving the problem on the calculation paper. Then he said slowly, "I said it last time, I want to know you."

Qiao Yue: "Huh?"

Yan Ziyu: "Sister, can I add a WeChat account?"

Qiao Yue's speed of solving the problem did not slow down, but the thoughts in her heart were going back and forth, and then looked at Yan Ziyu very sincerely, "Sorry, I don't play WeChat."

In the information age, the purpose of her excuse is really too obvious.

It was so obvious that people could feel her rejection for an instant.

"Then add a QQ friend?" Yan Ziyu didn't give up.

Qiao Yue: "Sorry, I don't play QQ either."

Yan Ziyu: "Mobile phone number?"

Qiao Yue put down the exercise book she had just picked up with a "snap", startling the young couple who were seriously in love.

Her expression probably didn't look very good, "I don't plan to find a boyfriend, let alone someone younger than me."

Yan Ziyu: "I'm 18."

Qiao Yue: "..."

She began to thank the date of birth in the household registration book that had been filled out by one year because of oolong.

So, she said confidently to the elementary school boy, "I'm almost 19."

Yan Ziyu: "..."

Shen Zheyi didn't have an appointment, and he came to the classroom on a rare Sunday morning. Except for the love letters that were full again, the seat in front of him was empty.

(End of this chapter)