Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

A new week is coming soon.

This is the last full study week before May 1 Labor Day. It may be that the atmosphere of the holiday is infecting the students. Sitting in the classroom early in the morning, Tang Xia can feel the high spirits and fullness of the students around her.

Han Yu was still several meters away from her, but for some reason, now he no longer felt alienated. Maybe it's true, the relationship between the two is getting closer.

As usual, Teacher Luo came in early before the self-study class started, but the difference was that today she didn't immediately write down the exercises on the blackboard for everyone to do, but placed two small drums on the podium.

When the people below saw it, they immediately started discussing in a low voice with the students in the front, back, left, and left. The small and broken voices melted into Teacher Luo's ears, making her frown in dissatisfaction.

"Quiet!"

The whole classroom was silent for an instant.

Teacher Luo severely criticized: "Will the discipline of our class never get better?" Her face was dark and she was very displeased, "The monitor comes up, and the other students, wait for me to call their names, and draw lots here one by one."

As soon as the voice fell, the pot exploded with a "wow" below.

Tang Xia was in a daze, and turned her head to ask her deskmate Fu Han in a daze, "What lottery are you drawing?"

Fu Han straightened his back, and explained earnestly with downcast eyes: "You forgot what Mr. Luo said last time about the registration for the sports meeting?"

"Luck... the sports meeting?" Tang Xia was dumbfounded, and she couldn't speak fluently, "I forgot, you just remembered it now..." She wanted to cry, but what's the use of thinking about it now, the rest of the items are absolutely useless relaxing.

At the beginning, Mr. Luo required everyone to participate in the sports meeting. If there were not enough applicants or no one registered for any event, the method of "mandatory" registration would be determined by drawing lots.

It's not that Tang Xia has a bad memory, it's just that she didn't take it to heart at the time, and some things happened later, which made her almost forget about the sports meeting.

Therefore, she is a project and did not sign up for it.

I'm so worried now...

Tang Xia remembered that in the girls' sports meeting, there was a 5,000-meter long-distance race...

I hope my luck is not too bad.

The girl sighed faintly, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Han Yu.

I don't know if it was a tacit understanding, but Han Yu happened to be looking at her too.

Today the boy wore a thin black turtleneck sweater to cover the wound on his neck. The color of the clothes made his face whiter, as delicate as jade porcelain.

With a thought in Tang Xia's mind, she moved her lips and said a word silently.

Han Yu roughly understood it, and asked him if he had signed up for the sports meeting.

The young man could guess Tang Xia's mood at the moment when he saw Tang Xia's expression, that bitter face looked like he had swallowed Coptis chinensis.

So he shook his head calmly and returned a warm smile.

Tang Xia felt a little more at ease, and turned to look at Zhao Yang on the podium.

Under the command of Teacher Luo, class leader Zhao Yang placed two small drums on both sides of the podium, one on the left and one on the right. Tang Xia guessed that they should be separate drawers for boys and girls.

"Xu Yayao, come up." Teacher Luo pushed his glasses and gave the first name.

Although she was not called, Tang Xia was still nervous for no reason.

Xu Yayao walked slowly step by step, her face clearly showed her reluctance, but she didn't dare to confront the teacher, she pursed her lips and reluctantly drew the lottery.

The naughty boys below whistled, and the bold ones asked directly—

"Hey! What did you get?"

Xu Yayao glared at the man, and nervously opened the note before returning to her seat.

When she saw that the scary figure of 5,000 meters was not written on the note, she was relieved and her voice raised a lot.

"Medium ball, I am very satisfied!"

Tang Xia looked at Xu Yayao enviously, thinking that the medicine ball is really a good project.

Teacher Luo picked up a pen and wrote Xu Yayao's name in the corresponding box on the registration form, and then continued to call the next classmate.

"It turns out that there are quite a lot of people who didn't sign up..." Tang Xia propped his chin with both hands, muttering to himself.

Fu Han heard this, and said amusedly, "Tang Xia, I heard that you have four girls to participate in the 5,000-meter event, but no one signed up before. Do the math, what is the probability that you will be able to get one?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" The girl gave him a sharp look, "Can you stop the crow's mouth! If I get it, I will blame you!"

She was extremely annoyed, and after being told by Fu Han, she became even more nervous.

"Oh, what's there to be afraid of, why don't you just go for a run?" Fu Han nudged Tang Xia lightly with his elbow, acting like a spoiled child, "You girls are really strange, when you talk about long-distance running, your face changes. "

Tang Xia snorted coldly, and couldn't help but slander: Try long-distance running during menstrual period...

"Have you signed up?" The girl didn't have the nerve to say so, she just asked back.

"Morning report," Fu Han shook his head shyly, "Long jump, 100 meters and 4100 meters."

"Brilliant." Tang Xia admired sincerely, and only said two words, but Teacher Luo called out the name of the next person.

"Han Yu."

Tang Xia was startled and turned around quickly.

Fu Han wondered behind his back: "Han Yu is in such good physical condition, why doesn't he plan to participate in the sports meeting?"

Tang Xia chuckled, and confidently answered for Han Yu—

"Because he's lazy."

On the other side, the young man got up slowly, walked to the edge of the podium casually, reached into a small bucket, and took out the note.

Before he could open it, Zhao Yang said with a straight face, "This is a girl's project."

"Hahaha-"

There was a burst of harmless laughter from below.

Tang Xia was also overjoyed, and squinted her eyes as she stared at Han Yu's back.

"Oh," the boy didn't respond, he put the note on the podium casually, took the note from another bucket, and then stood there and unfolded it, "400 meters."

Teacher Luo nodded, indicating that Han Yu could go back to his seat.

Tang Xia cast her envious eyes on that lazy young man again.

400 meters is not bad.

Teacher Luo recorded Han Yu's project and said, "Tang Xia, it's your turn."

The girl's back stiffened, and she subconsciously jumped up from the seat, blushing and moved to Teacher Luo in small steps.

Zhao Yang was cleaning up the "mess" left by Han Yu - carefully folded the note taken out of the girl's keg, and threw it back.

"I'll just take this one." Tang Xia caught a glimpse and pointed to the note in Zhao Yang's hand.

That was drawn by Han Yu.

Zhao Yang was taken aback, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Tang Xia nodded.

Han Yu, who was sitting in his seat, was a little surprised, but more satisfied and delighted.

Zhao Yang opened his mouth to say something, but realized that Teacher Luo was beside him, and dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at him, but he didn't say a word, he just pursed his lips and threw the note back into the bucket, Gently place it in the palm of Tang Xia's hand.

The girl took a deep breath, her heart pounding.

She really doesn't want to run long-distance running. I hope Han Yu can give her good luck.

The small note was unfolded bit by bit, and the black handwriting slowly appeared.

Zhao Yang couldn't hold back, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry", and then looked at Tang Xia with sympathetic eyes.

She suddenly had a strong, bad premonition.