Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Pan Ziyan took a deep breath and scratched her hair instantly!

"Damn it! You're crazy!" She yanked off her stack of textbooks, holding them in her arms like a mother hen protecting a chick, "Why do you doodle on my books!"

Han Yu didn't want to glance at Pan Ziyan from the corner of his eye, and didn't bother to explain to her, so he just tapped the 38th line on the table with two fingers.

"I'll **** you!" Pan Ziyan got angry, opened the pencil case, grabbed a pen and pointed the tip at Han Yu, and said viciously, "Okay, then you should be careful too!"

Han Yu gave her a contemptuous look.

This new transfer student has a big temper, and he probably wasn't the one who stopped in the middle school attached to Chen University before.

In fact, Han Yu guessed right.

Pan Ziyan's family background is superior, her appearance is outstanding, and her personality is more palatable among boys, so in the first two years in the middle school attached to Chen University, things went smoothly. Drinking, smoking, hair dyeing, makeup, fighting, puppy love, all the things that are prohibited by the school, she did it all over and over again.

The school leaders didn't dare to expel Pan Ziyan because of her parents' important status in Haicheng, but they were quite troubled by her lawlessness.

Therefore, when they knew that the little witch was going to transfer to another school, the leaders of the attached middle school could simply use "overjoyed" to describe their mood.

The week before the little witch entered the No. 1 Middle School, she had been unswervingly playing the role of a good girl. She got acquainted with most of the boys in the third grade, and even struck up a conversation with a few freshmen in the first year of high school who were not familiar with the world.

To put it bluntly, Qi Hui and the others were also fascinated by Pan Ziyan.

Her charm should not be underestimated. Her proud and noble temperament, like a dazzling light, attracted the attention of the boys in the class.

However, for girls, this light is too dazzling, and they don't like it.

Tang Xia sometimes looks back inadvertently, and sees Han Yu and Pan Ziyan each with a straight face, as if there is a mountain between the desks, wanting to laugh, but it seems that they can't laugh at all.

Obviously they look so disharmonious, but why is my heart sour?

Tang Xia rested her chin in both hands, lost in thought.

The wind outside the window has the coolness of late autumn, and the towering trees outside the window have withered a large number of green leaves, leaving only the bare mottled trunk, like the face of an old man who has read the vicissitudes of life, engraved with the traces of the cruelty of the years.

Later, Tang Xia finally figured it out.

It turned out that the way she saw Han Yu getting along with Pan Ziyan had a faint shadow of how she got along with herself when she was a teenager.

Therefore, the girl was inexplicably worried, whether one day, Pan Ziyan would replace her, from tit-for-tat to settling her former suspicions, she would completely become the next Tang Xia.

Next was Tang Xia who was by Han Yu's side.

Because Pan Ziyan's personality is more three-dimensional than her own, and she is also more proficient in the way of dealing with people than herself.

Tang Xia lowered her eyes silently, feeling heavy in her heart.

That night for self-study, Han Yu was late again, during recess, Tang Xia ran to the women's restroom and secretly called the boy, but he didn't get through. She couldn't help feeling anxious, frowning and dialing several times in succession, but without exception, all of them were busy.

Tang Xia sighed, and returned to the classroom with heavy steps.

Recently Han Yu has always been secretive, as if hiding something from her.

Entering the class, the bell rang, but the teacher hadn't appeared yet.

Tang Xia raised her eyes and saw a handsome boy sitting in the last row of the classroom. The boy was next to Pan Ziyan, and the girl put her head on his shoulder, talking with a smile.

Just about to look away in embarrassment, Pan Ziyan happened to look over.

"Tang Xia," she waved her hand and sat up slightly, "Han Yu isn't coming to study by himself today?"

"Maybe," Tang Xia scratched her head, not sure, "I can't find anyone else."

"Oh," Pan Ziyan didn't care, she just asked casually anyway, and she leaned into the boy's arms coquettishly, "I have to sue you while he's away, look at Han Yu, who painted my school uniform as What is it like!"

While speaking, Pan Ziyan lifted her right hand sullenly.

Only then did Tang Xia notice that the right arm of Pan Ziyan's school uniform coat was scratched all over in disorder.

There are black ones, some blue ones, and most of them are the colors that are smudged with water pens, and they can't be washed off even after washing.

Tang Xia was dumbfounded.

"Three-eighth line, three-eighth line," Pan Ziyan muttered, "What era is it that draws a 38th line, then I fell asleep in class, how can I remember not to cross the line?" As soon as she fell asleep, she lay down on the floor On the table, the right arm was almost in front of Han Yu.

The young man was so courageous, he just scribbled on her clothes without saying a word!

Pan Ziyan really wanted to take revenge, but Han Yu never slept in class, even if he took a nap occasionally, he behaved well, no more than one foot and one inch on the 38th line.

Tang Xia didn't know how to answer, so she smiled dryly and sat back in her seat.

There was the rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes from the teacher on duty at the door.

Only then did Pan Ziyan reluctantly get up from the boy, muttering two words—

"Boring."

Tang Xia's back stiffened.

Pan Ziyan and Tang Xia are indeed not the same kind of people, so according to the former's temper, he can't get close to Tang Xia.

It can even be said that Pan Ziyan is like a copy of Zhao Huan, and the people she would admire are Tan Xiao and Qin Yuan who are bold and flamboyant, and it is impossible for them to be as honest as Tang Xia.

Therefore, Tang Xia couldn't like Pan Ziyan either.

It's only been a few days since she transferred to another school, and she's already started dating. According to Pei Xiao, there are many boys chasing Pan Ziyan, and Qi Hui seems to be one of them.

After the evening self-study was over, Tang Xia packed things slowly. When she went to the dormitory alone, she passed the playground and saw two figures in front of her.

That figure was not unfamiliar, it was Pan Ziyan and the boy who was with her tonight.

They stood in the middle of the road, kissing like no one else.

For some reason, Tang Xia's face burned hotly.

It was she who felt embarrassed, and it was she who felt ashamed.

Tang Xia hesitated, considering whether she should wait behind for a while, or bite the bullet and walk past the two of them.

But the girl didn't hesitate for too long, because Pan Ziyan quickly noticed her.

There was silence all around, Pan Ziyan gently pushed and hugged the boy who was hugging her, and joked with a smile: "Tang Xia, what a coincidence."

"Yeah, what a coincidence..." Tang Xia's voice trembled a little.

"Then let's go back together?" Pan Ziyan said calmly, without the shyness or embarrassment of being knocked out at all.

Tang Xia hesitated, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Then she became a walking light bulb.

The journey was not long, but Pan Ziyan and that boy kept chatting, and Tang Xia suffered a lot.

The boy was sent to the downstairs of the dormitory, and even kissed Pan Ziyan goodbye with a sense of ceremony. Tang Xia's goosebumps rose from watching, rubbing her arms and hurrying inside.

Seeing this, Pan Ziyan didn't know if it was intentional, and teased—

"Tang Xia, you and Han Yu haven't kissed yet, have you?"