Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 46 Playing with fire, beware of self-immolation

"Aunt Alan?"

Song Xiaolin was stunned for a while, looking at the savory scallion pancakes on the table, he finally couldn't help but licked his lips, finally he didn't insist anymore, opened the bag, and bit off a large piece.

Wow, it's really delicious!

When she was young, Alan had learned how to cook in Yuncheng. This scallion pancake was even more fragrant than the ones in the store, and it had a homely flavor, sweet and salty, and sour. It was the ultimate enjoyment for the taste buds.

Soon, Duan Yicheng came back, smelling like cigarettes.

He went to smoke again.

At this moment, while turning on the fan to dissipate the smell in the classroom, he secretly looked at her casually. When he saw that there was only a bag left on the empty roll of scallion pancakes on the table, the corners of his lips were not touched. He raised his hand slightly, but only for a moment, and the next second he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

It's crazy.

Why is he secretly having fun in his heart?
The sound of "pop" was even more pleasant in the already quiet environment.

"..."

Song Xiaolin turned her head to look at him without knowing why, but the moment the two eyes met, she hurriedly moved her eyes away and lowered her head to pretend to read the Chinese document.

Somewhat strange.

I always feel that today, his hostility towards her is not as great as usual.

But he didn't know that at that moment when they looked at each other, he clearly saw the oily light on her lips after eating the scallion pancake, and unexpectedly wanted to laugh.

"Wipe your mouth." Duan Yicheng walked back to his seat, his voice still indifferent.

Suddenly, she realized that she had just eaten scallion pancakes and forgot to wipe her mouth, so she hurriedly found a pack of paper from the drawer and wiped off the oil stains left on her mouth.

He didn't sit down, but stood behind her, leaning against the table with a leisurely expression, his shadow was lazily reflected on her desk by the sunlight coming in from the window, casting a shadow.

Suddenly, he threw something at her.

That thing fell on the Chinese document impartially, and it also fell into Song Xiaolin's eyes.

Red banknotes.

Wrinkled and folded together, a little thick, hundreds of them by visual inspection.

She frowned in confusion, and just wanted to ask him what he meant, but only heard him say, "There is still 1000 yuan left, and I will definitely return it all to you next week."

It turned out that he was paying back the fifteen hundred yuan she had paid for his mother.

She picked up the banknotes, but put them back on his desk heavily: "I don't want it."

These three words ignited Duan Yicheng like a ticking time bomb, his brows and eyes immediately sank, as if she had trampled his self-esteem on the floor, "Why don't you?" He paused , smiled suddenly, full of sarcasm, "Oh, I almost forgot, you are the high-ranking Miss Lu, how can you think highly of poor people like us."

His temper came up again.

Song Xiaolin was speechless, he was a dead-headed one, and he was going to the dark on one road.

She retorted unceremoniously: "Then why do you pay it back? I paid the money for my aunt, but I didn't pay it for you. How can it be your turn to pay it back?"

"I..." He was at a loss for words and was very angry, "Then the fuck is my mother."

"So what if it's your mother?"

"you……"

This person is simply unreasonable!
Seeing his angry look, she immediately felt better, and said calmly, "Duan Yicheng, you don't want to owe me favors, do you, but I don't want your money, I just want you to owe it."

"..." If the fuck was a man, he swore he would have punched him.

Unfortunately, she is a beautiful girl.

Some are helpless.

He was so angry that he was extremely aggrieved. He just took out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, and when he was about to light it, her hand suddenly reached out and snatched the lighter from his hand. The fingers passed before his eyes, the inadvertent fingertips touched, and there was a fleeting warmth, all of which made him lose his mind for a moment.

Immediately, he frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Lend me to play."

"...???" He smiled contemptuously, "Playing with fire, beware of self-immolation."

Song Xiaolin shrugged indifferently, and took down the cigarette he was holding between his fingers, "Smoking is not allowed in the classroom, and I don't want to smell your second-hand smoke, besides, someone will come later gone."

As she spoke, she hid the cigarettes and lighter in the drawer.

He looked at her in disbelief, this man was so daring to the point of presumptuousness.

"Duan Yicheng." Suddenly, she said slowly, "I can tell you a way to return my favor, do you want to hear it?"

He raised his eyebrows, still cynical, "What?"

Song Xiaolin raised her head to look at him, and when she looked up again, the summer sun was clear and bright, so her black and white eyes were filled with such a clean light: "I want you to study hard, this time You can't be the bottom of the class in your final grade, at least you have to be in the top fifty, as long as you do it, you will get the fifteen hundred yuan, and the favor you owe me will be repaid, what do you want?"

"You want me to study? Just dream, I tell you, it's impossible even if the sky falls!" He almost sneered, the kind who was about to die from laughing, "Besides, it's none of your business whether I read or not. ?”

Don't want money, but spend more than 1000 yuan to invite him to study for no reason?
What the hell logic is this!
She had expected him to have such a violent reaction, so she looked calm: "As I said, everyone will have different punishments, so you will too."

This time, Duan Yicheng looked at her quietly, with almost no expression on his face, "Song Xiaolin, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

Hearing this, Song Xiaolin suddenly stood up and faced him. Although he was a whole head shorter than him, his momentum was not inferior at all, and he could even overwhelm him. She slightly raised the corners of her lips, and smiled cynically like him. : "Since you want to know what kind of medicine I sell in my gourd, then I will tell you, Duan Yicheng, don't you hate reading the most? Then I want you to read, not only in the morning, at noon, but also in the evening, I just want you to read until you vomit, I don’t care about money at all, I just want to see you bury your head in hard study all day long, tortured like crazy by reading, are you satisfied with this kind of punishment?”

The corner of Duan Yicheng's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he was powerless to refute her words, "...you are fucking crazy!"

For those who don't like reading, this is indeed a cruel punishment, and it is a never-ending torture.

At this time, people came one after another, and she showed him a bright smile, and winked her eyes playfully, as if to say, "I just like you who don't like me but can't kill me." , and then sat back to his seat, still quietly looking at the Chinese book that was still open to page 57, with a calm expression, as if he had read the book all morning.

He was so depressed that he put his hand into his pocket to feel for the cigarette, but it was empty, and then suddenly remembered that she had taken it away.

Now, he was even more depressed.

(End of this chapter)