Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

"What, are you shy?"

Han Yu wanted to catch up with Tang Xia in a matter of minutes, so when she was still immersed in endless embarrassment and embarrassment, the young man's calm and narrow voice sounded behind her.

Tang Xia bit her lower lip with her white teeth, her face flushed red and she didn't speak.

However, Han Yu didn't open any pot and lifted which pot, "Your face is so red."

"...It's hot." Tang Xiaweng replied angrily.

"That's it." Han Yu didn't expose her, just said leisurely, "You haven't answered my question just now."

"...The wind is too strong and I can't hear you." Tang Xia bit the bullet and lied.

The boy behind him didn't continue to ask, she breathed a sigh of relief, and thought: If he dares to say one more word, maybe the boat of friendship will capsize today.

Unexpectedly, as Tang Xia was thinking this way, she suddenly heard Han Yu taking a deep breath.

Then there was a terrifying cry—

"Will you—"

"Han Yu!"

Tang Xia was frightened out of her wits, but fortunately she reacted quickly the first time, overshadowing the second half of his sentence with a louder decibel than the boy, her eyes widened in shock, she turned around and wished she could hit Han Yu twice.

"Are you crazy?!"

Han Yu's smile was so obvious on his face, his steps were slow and his tone was even slower, "Didn't you say you couldn't hear me?"

"Then I'm not deaf!" Tang Xia is now like a cat whose hair has exploded. If she had sharp teeth, Han Yu would be scratched and bitten by now.

The young man was not afraid at all, as if he had known for a long time that this girl had a sharp mouth and a heart, so she would not beat him.

The two were noisy, and they ran half a circle in a short while. Han Yu was fine, but Tang Xia was suffering. He was not able to exercise enough and he didn't adjust his breathing. He was panting like a dog within a lap, and his face was blushing.

"I can't do it, Han Yu, I can't run anymore." The girl felt aggrieved, and when she thought of the sports meeting, she had only completed one-twelfth of it, and she panicked all of a sudden.

"You have to run if you can't run," Han Yu said seriously, turning around while running on the outside of her track, facing Tang Xia, "Don't talk to me while running next time."

"..." as if he didn't say it.

Tang Xia was dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to show her dissatisfaction on her face, so she could only grit her teeth and insist on running one more step, and another step.

The boy stayed with her like this, and kept encouraging the girl by running backwards.

Several years later, Tang Xia still remembered the scene of that day.

The sunset that day fell very late, and I don't know if I wanted to leave an extra ray of hope for them. On the red plastic runway, the figures of the two changed from long to short, from short to long, tirelessly changing the unique youth in memory.

She still remembered that Han Yu's pleasant voice was always the last thing she could rely on when she was in a daze and her breathing was not smooth.

Obviously there are only two laps, 800 meters, Tang Xia always feels that she has been running for half her life.

When Han Yu said—"It's the end."

As soon as her legs went limp, she knelt down with a pale face.

A hand stretched out from under her arm, supporting her whole body with force. The palm was not big, but it was powerful. Tang Xia had already knelt down, but Han Yu pulled her up forcefully.

"I want to sit..." Tang Xia narrowed her eyes, and Han Yu's face gradually became blurred in her vision, leaving only a black mass.

"No." This should be the day when Han Yu said "no" to Tang Xia the most, "You have to walk back and forth."

Tang Xia was discouraged, she clung to Han Yu with both hands, and stood up while struggling, her legs trembling constantly.

Han Yu supported her and walked slowly around the track to relieve the soreness in her legs.

"Your physical strength is real..." After walking for about seven or eight minutes, Han Yu glanced at Tang Xia, saw that her face had recovered a little blood, and finally couldn't help but said, "It's really not possible."

"You still need to say..." Tang Xia groaned, "Can I sit down?" She asked softly in a negotiating tone.

Han Yu was helpless, "Didn't you girls keep saying that if you sit down after running, your **** will get bigger?"

"Ah?" Tang Xia was stunned, angry and funny, "Why do you seem to be very clear about the topic of conversation among girls?"

The young man said frankly, "To get to know you better."

Tang Xia quickly lowered her head.

"Oh, right," Han Yu didn't respond. He flipped his palm over and the stopwatch was revealed. "The total time spent is—"

"Stop!" Tang Xia quickly waved her hands, "Can I make mental preparations first?"

"No need to prepare," Han Yu said calmly, "7 minutes and 23 seconds."

"..." Tang Xia remembered that the passing mark for girls in the 800-meter race was 5 and a half minutes. Today, she...was in the same state as usual.

"According to this speed, um..." Han Yu frowned, as if he was doing calculations carefully, "When you run 5000 meters, the sports meeting should be almost over."

Now he is getting more and more powerful in making up swords and slandering others, and often makes Tang Xia unable to continue talking.

"Continue tomorrow, you go back and have a good rest." Han Yu stretched, hooked up and picked up their coats from the ground.

He was wearing a white long-sleeved sweater today, with a loose neckline. When he bent over, a large white patch of his chest was exposed, which was particularly dazzling.

Tang Xia accidentally saw it, and quickly looked away, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

After going back that day, she really felt extremely tired, her legs were filled with lead, and she walked extremely heavy.

Reluctantly cheered up and took a shower, lying on the desk and yawning while catching up with homework, when Tang Xia was most sleepy, Yu Man's call came.

"Tang Xia, do you have time?" The girl's voice was as vibrant as ever.

Tang Xia looked at his watch, then looked at the homework on the table, closed the textbook, threw the pen in his hand forward, lazily retracted into the chair, closed his eyes and massaged his temples, saying: "Yes Ah, what's the matter?"

She remembered Yu Man telling herself during the day that she wanted to share a secret.

"That's good," Yu Man giggled, put the phone on the side of the bed with earphones on, put his legs crossed while applying nail polish, and said, "I've made progress with Qin Yuan."

Her words were very simple, but they sounded like a thunderbolt to Tang Xia's ears.

"What?!" Tang Xia was startled, her eyes widened instantly, "Progress? What progress?"

Yu Man couldn't help laughing, as if she was very happy with Tang Xia's reaction, and replied complacently, "Didn't I tell you last time, I thought of a way. That Fang Ronghao, it's a godly assist."

Fang Ronghao?

Tang Xia frowned and recalled, but couldn't remember all of a sudden.

"It's the boy I met at KTV on my birthday." Seeing that there was no voice on the other side, Yu Man timely reminded her.

"It's him," Tang Xia nodded, even though Yu Man couldn't see it, "And then? What does this have to do with Fang Ronghao?"

Yu Man coughed low, as if opening his throat.

"I'll tell you slowly, you can listen well."