Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

As the end of the term approaches, the repeated lessons and test questions every day are more boring and tiring than usual.

After Tang Xia gave Shi Qi the shell that was dyed with pink paint, the little girl was so unkind to her that she almost took the initiative to invite her to sleep in her bedroom. Tang Xia was overwhelmed by the flattery, and waved her hands repeatedly to decline, but in the end she couldn't get in the way of her aunt's persuasion, and she made a bed on the floor in Shiqi's room.

She is also not used to sharing the same bed with others. It has been hot recently and the sofa is not very comfortable to sleep on, so she agreed.

Fortunately, Shiqi didn't make much fuss, and was also busy with the final exams of elementary school.

In that May, Tang Xia stayed up late every day, and a small desk lamp in the study was always on until the early hours of the morning. She doesn't know how much time other students spend on reviewing and consolidating, but she knows that the only thing a student like her who has no outstanding grades in various subjects can do is to stretch the front line of "examination preparation" very long. long.

Tang Xia was worried, not sure about the final exam.

She knew her ability herself, sometimes she couldn't solve the problem late at night, and that frantic emotion was like a growing vine, occupying her whole heart, almost entangled so that she couldn't breathe.

The so-called pressure.

Many people are willing to learn, and among those who are willing to learn, who is not willing to learn well? But it is said that genius is one percent inspiration plus ninety-nine percent sweat, and that one percent inspiration is more important than ninety-nine percent sweat.

Tang Xia is a true portrayal.

She is not smart, and her small success in liberal arts is entirely due to her own hard work.

Chinese and English in high school, to put it bluntly, is to memorize all the content and knowledge points. Whoever remembers more, and whoever accumulates more, will naturally have better grades.

So most boys fail in liberal arts, but they do well in science.

Because they are lazy and unwilling to recite, but they are talented in logical analysis.

Tang Xia is just the opposite.

Perhaps this is the reason why Han Yu was able to make rapid progress in physics in a short period of time.

In such a comparison, most of her fighting spirit disappeared.

A feeling of powerlessness arises spontaneously.

"Leave Tang Xia and go to the library."

On another Saturday, when he came out of Mr. Luo's house, Han Yu called Tang Xia.

They have been going to the library for two or three weeks in a row. As agreed at the beginning, every weekend, they will spend a whole day in the library of Bijiang Square, brushing up questions or reading books.

Tang Xia was depressed and yawned all the way. Hearing this, he regretted, "Can I not go today? I'm very sleepy..."

Han Yu tilted his head, seeing that the girl's eyes were indeed black and blue, he couldn't help frowning and asked in a low voice, "Did you sleep well?"

"There is too little sleep time," she muttered. "After the college entrance examination is over, I must sleep for three days and three nights!"

Tang Xia's ferocious look was a bit funny, and Han Yu frowned instantly.

At that time, everyone wanted to escape from high school, escape from the oppressive, day-to-day life, and imagine how chic their days would be after the college entrance examination. But it wasn't until they stepped into the society a few years later that the group of once immature children vaguely remembered that the school that carried their hardest time had the deepest nostalgia in their life.

Because of certain people or certain things, the hard and difficult years have become colorful.

"It won't take that long, you can sleep comfortably after the end of the term," Han Yu reached out and rubbed Tang Xia's head, "Go, don't give up easily, think about the snow in the north."

The girl burst out laughing, and the haze suddenly dissipated because of these words.

"It makes sense," Tang Xia's voice revived, she tightened the straps of her schoolbag, and ran forward first, "The snow in the north is my motivation!" After she finished speaking, she added, "It's also your motivation!"

They are all going to the north to see the snow.

She still remembered that she had written his name in the snow in front of a canteen in a middle school.

Tang Xia's current goal is to go to the snow in the north and write the word "Han Yu".

The young man smiled, "My motivation." He slowly followed the girl's brisk pace, and she didn't hear the second half of his sentence.

"It's you."

The library is not too far from Mr. Luo's house, and you can get there by taking a direct bus. Han Yu and Tang Xia randomly found a snack bar in the square for a simple lunch, and took advantage of the lack of people at noon to occupy a good seat in the library.

The corner, by the window, the quietest place in the whole library.

Tang Xia fell down as soon as she sat down.

"Han Yu, let me squint for five minutes, just five minutes, I'm too sleepy."

Noon is the time when people are most sleepy, and thinking of solving a lot of exercises for an afternoon, Tang Xia wants to cry but has no tears.

The boy was very straightforward, looked at the phone and said indifferently: "Yes, I will help you time."

"Damn..." Tang Xia couldn't help cursing, and seeing Han Yu frowned after scolding, she quickly lay down guilty, and closed her eyes tightly.

It's only five minutes in total, don't waste any more, sleep right away!

Han Yu pursed his lips and snickered.

She was really exhausted, and she almost fell asleep with her eyes closed, with most of her face buried in her arms, squeezing her gentle eyes so that they lost their beautiful curves.

Han Yu observed quietly, his eyes swept from her eyebrows to her faintly exposed lips.

A few minutes later, Tang Xia moved her neck, probably because she had been in one position for too long, and she felt a little sore, so she turned her head.

The side face that was pressed on the arm just now was flushed.

Han Yu thought for a while, then suddenly took out his cell phone from his pocket and turned on the camera.

After making sure that he didn't turn on the flash or sound effects, he set up the front camera, and the young boy's delicate face instantly appeared on the phone screen.

Han Yu followed Tang Xia's example and got down on the knees, but because the desk in the library was small, the two of them sat facing each other. When he got down on the knees, the tip of his nose almost touched the girl's hanging hair.

The young man didn't care, and calmly raised the phone, allowing himself and Tang Xia to fully blend into the screen.

He doesn't have much experience in taking selfies, so the angle he chooses is very strange. But even with such an awkward angle, Han Yu didn't have any dead ends.

Tang Xia fell into a drowsy sleep, completely unaware that all her ugliness had been recorded by the young man.

A few years later, the two even had a "big fight" over this historic photo.

Tang Xiaqi Han Yu infringed on her portrait rights, even if it was an infringement, it was very ugly!

Han Yu retorted displeasedly: When Xiao Chi took a photo with you, why didn't you see you clamoring for portrait rights?

Tang Xia was choked to death by his words, and at the same time came to a conclusion—Han Yu was very jealous.

At that time, she didn't realize that she only thought that the teenager was lonely for a long time, and she had a selfish possessive desire for her friends.

But I don't know that some possessiveness is not only aimed at friends.