Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Tang Xia had never been so impressed by Han Yu before.

She saw in the cat's eyes that the man was stunned for a moment, then pressed down the brim of his peaked cap forcefully, a look of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Han Yu," Tang Xia shivered and turned off the speakerphone, and whispered with the phone close to his ear, "He's gone."

Looking from the small hole, the man shrugged his shoulders and quickly went down the stairs. Probably because he was afraid that the cameras in the corridor would capture his face, he lowered his head the whole time, with his arms crossed over his chest, and he walked quickly.

Tang Xia's legs went limp, and she slipped and fell to the ground while leaning on the edge of the door. After taking off all vigilance and defenses, the whole person seemed to be hollowed out, and his spirit was extremely exhausted.

Han Yu, who had been calm over there, let out a silent breath.

It's not that he's not afraid, nor is he really calm, he's just better at pretending.

The young man knew that he couldn't be messed up, even if he was worried that he would die of nervousness, he absolutely couldn't show his clues in front of Tang Xia.

Otherwise she will panic even more.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Fortunately, the thief was not an experienced person, so he probably just committed the crime, so he called the property management, reported to the police, and stopped after two days of arrest.

"Don't open the door," Han Yu finally warned, he was afraid that the man would not go far, or would turn back, "I will find you after school, you should contact the property first."

"Okay." Tang Xia agreed, her heart still beating fast.

Han Yu hung up the phone and just came out of the toilet when the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

His "stomach pain" has been painful for a long time...

During lunch, Qi Hui kept teasing Han Yu, "I said what's wrong with you recently, you always have a stomachache, and you have to squat for more than ten or twenty minutes?"

Han Yu took a mouthful of plain rice, but was so disgusted by Qi Hui's words that he couldn't eat any more, so he simply threw away his chopsticks and said coldly, "Did you pinch my watch when I went to the toilet? You know how many minutes?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" The boy sitting next to him wanted to drink the soup, but he choked on it and sprayed it all over his body.

"Damn!" Qi Hui yelled, "I didn't eat it! Do you want to die!"

Han Yu snorted, and passed his eyes lightly.

"It deserves it."

"..." Qi Hui confessed.

During class in the afternoon, Han Yu kept staring at his phone and contacted Tang Xia from time to time, for fear that something might happen to her. In the end, he was really worried, so he clutched his stomach and asked Mr. Luo for leave.

"You have a stomachache again?"

In the office, Teacher Luo pushed the glasses and asked worriedly, "Yesterday my stomach hurts, and today I also have a stomachache. Han Yu, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" This child Yu understood a little bit more, and the more he understood, the more distressed he was.

What's more, Han Yu's performance is very good recently, and his physics is making rapid progress, which makes Teacher Luo very happy.

"It's okay, I'll just go home and lie down for a while." Han Yu did a good job of acting, and the expression of suffering and suffering on his face was just like the real thing...

It's a pity not to be an actor.

"Then it doesn't matter if you go home alone?" Teacher Luo nodded, and then asked, "Let Qi Hui take you for a while?"

"No trouble." Han Yu was so "pained" that he couldn't straighten up, and looked even more haggard than a girl in Tang Xia's menstrual period. "I'll take a taxi, it's very convenient."

"Okay," Mr. Luo finally agreed, "I'll write you a sick leave form, and just show it to the guard when you leave the school gate. Be careful on your way."

Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief, obediently waited for Teacher Luo to write the sick leave form, and when he was about to leave the house, he pretended to be walking staggeringly.

Fortunately, Tang Xia wasn't there, her jaw would drop in shock if she was there.

Taking advantage of the recess, Han Yu packed his schoolbag and hurried out of the classroom. Qi Hui came back from the toilet and saw him, and called him from afar——

"Are you going home?"

Han Yu didn't turn his head back, "Sick leave."

"Stomach pain?" Qi Hui chased up to stop him, muttering to himself: Damn, you still run so fast when you are sick...

"Get out of the way," Han Yu was in a hurry, seeing Qi Hui standing in front of him, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, "I'm seriously ill, are you responsible for my life-threatening?" The young man raised his eyebrows, still with the lying face Jump calmly.

Qi Hui rolled his eyes, "Your face is ruddy and shiny, you are dangerous," he said, and suddenly he smiled and leaned into Han Yu's ear, and said in a low voice, "I said, you have been squatting all the time these two days. The toilet, it won't be...that, right?"

"Which one?" Han Yu frowned, seeing a hint of ambiguity from the bottom of Qi Hui's eyes.

The very cheap one.

Qi returned to hold back his laughter, endured it for a few seconds, and then spit out two words—

"hemorrhoid."

"..." Han Yu looked at him indifferently, and left with a big stride, leaving only an angry-

"roll."

"Hahahahaha—" Qi Hui's loud laughter resounded throughout the teaching building.

Han Yu was shaking with anger, but because he had more important matters to deal with, he didn't "teach" this **** the first time, which led to a series of "misunderstandings" about the male **** by the students of No. 1 Middle School.

After all, the boy never thought that after "going to the wrong toilet" last time, he would become popular on the forum again because of "hemorrhoids" in a short period of time.

Thank you so much for coming back!

But at that time, he didn't know, and he didn't expect such an oolong, so he hurriedly took a taxi at the school gate and went straight to Tang Xia's community.

Han Yu had been to the girl's house once, so he didn't waste time looking for the way. When he arrived, he found a middle-aged uncle standing outside her house.

"Who are you?" The young man frowned and spoke first.

The uncle was so aggrieved, "I am the property owner, young man, do you belong to this family? The girl inside called and said that a thief happened today. No, let me find out the situation."

Han Yu nodded, "Then you knock on the door, there are people inside."

"Don't open it," the uncle sighed, becoming more and more aggrieved, "wait for someone, and then open the door for me when someone arrives." Hearing this tone, there is a kind of sadness of "doesn't I look like a good person?"

Han Yu couldn't help but curved his lips into a smile, and took out his cell phone to call Tang Xia.

The phone went through immediately.

"I'm at the door, open the door, Tang Xia, don't be afraid."

Xiao Nizi must have been really frightened, and even the property was blocked from the door.

Tang Xia looked out from the cat's eyes, and the figure of the boy in his sight was very kind.

The heart she had been hanging on for a long time finally sank.

"Crack."

The anti-theft lock was unlocked, and Han Yu raised his eyes. The slender girl was barefoot, and the expression on her face made people feel very distressed.

It was a feeling so pitiful that it made his chest tighten.

Han Yu really wanted to reach out, wrap her in his arms, and comfort her with a soft tone—

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm always here.

But he can't.

He still doesn't have enough identity and ability.

But he will try.

No matter how hard and tired you are, you will work hard.