Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Tang Xia gasped for breath.

Han Yu intentionally moved his head closer, and between his words, a vaguely warm breath sprayed on her face, causing the girl's heart to beat wildly, and she had to close her eyes slightly to conceal the panic in her eyes.

"yes?"

The young man was unwilling to let go, and the joyful chuckle on the side of his lips could not be concealed at all, like a smudged pen and ink, turning round and round, leaving traces of ambiguity.

Tang Xia was speechless.

Her cheeks were blushing unnaturally, she lowered her head, glanced cautiously at Han Yu, and when she met the latter's mocking gaze, she fled away in panic.

"Huh? Why don't you talk?"

He pressed, and had no intention of letting Tang Xia get off the table at all.

The girl's complexion gradually turned an exaggerated red, and the red even spread all the way to the ears, so coquettish that it seemed to bleed.

Tang Xia was a little annoyed.

She didn't know why she suddenly used herself and Han Yu as an analogy just now, as if it came out of her mouth, but also seemed to be a convention.

"Oh," Tang Xia answered bravely, "Don't change the subject, go and apologize to Qi Hui."

The boy stretched out a finger and shook it calmly, "It's clear that you are changing the subject."

Tang Xiayan didn't even have the courage to look at Han Yu, her shoulders shrunk tightly, and she murmured, "That's indeed a bit similar..."

Han Yu's eyes lit up.

Is she explaining the previous question?

The girl's tone was full of guilt and stubbornness, but the boy was very satisfied when he heard it.

"How similar?" He broke the casserole and asked.

Tang Xia's chin was almost on her chest, holding the textbook that was crumpled due to nervousness, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "You can't hear others say bad things about me, and Qi Hui can't hear people say bad things about Pan Ziyan, this is special. picture."

"Other than that?" Han Yu leaned forward with his upper body, his eyes full of expectation.

"Hmm..." Tang Xia hesitated.

"Surely there are more?" He set her up step by step.

"There should be..." The girl thought about it seriously, then nodded slowly.

"for example?"

"that is-"

Tang Xia was struggling with her words, but in the next second, she heard the loud bell for class coming from the radio hanging on the wall.

Han Yu frowned, but Tang Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's in the way..." The young man pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

It doesn't ring in the morning and doesn't ring in the evening, but it happens at this critical time, he can really be laughed at.

Han Yu was very frustrated in that class, Pan Ziyan looked at him boredly, and saw the young man's face was so dark that it seemed as if he could squeeze out ink.

After 40 minutes of hard work, Han Yu reluctantly went back to Qi under Tang Xia's gaze.

The latter seemed to be still angry, he had already seen Han Yu, but pretended not to notice, rolled his eyelids coldly, stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"Do you want to go to the canteen?"

Han Yu doesn't know how to apologize, and he doesn't want to lose face, even to Qi Hui, he still can't say polite words. So he opened his mouth, and the boy popped out such a sentence.

Tang Xia watched secretly across two groups of seats, rubbing the center of her brows helplessly.

Instantly made angry and funny by Han Yu's performance.

"No." Qi Hui said firmly.

Han Yu frowned, and there was displeasure between his brows, but he managed to hold back.

"Please drink something." He persuaded with a rare good temper.

Qi Hui squinted arrogantly, and continued to refuse indifferently: "No need."

Han Yu took a deep breath and said patiently, "Otherwise, what do you want to drink, I'll go buy it and bring it to you."

This should be one of the few tender times that the teenager has returned to.

But Qi Hui didn't eat hard and soft, and sat on the seat with his back straight, as if he wanted to express a kind of pride that "wealthy people can't be lewd".

Han Yu waited quietly for half a minute, wearing away the last bit of patience, and finally couldn't control himself, he gritted his teeth and brought up the topic—

"Okay, I won't say anything bad about Pan Ziyan from now on, are you happy?"

Qi Hui, who was sorting out his notes, paused when he heard this.

"You mention it," he said with a smirk, and his tone couldn't tell the emotion, "you can say who is bad if you want, and I can't control it."

"Qi Hui," Han Yu was not stupid, he could hear the other party's sarcasm, "don't speak in a weird way."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

Han Yu and Qi Hui have known each other for so long, they are already familiar with each other, so that no matter who says a word or even a single word, the other can hear his true emotions.

The students in the front, back, left, and left noticed something was wrong between the two of them, and the voice of chatting became quieter.

More and more eyes swept towards this side, with curiosity and doubt.

Qi returned to the hand hanging under the table and slowly clenched his fist.

"Anyway, in your eyes, only Tang Xia is the best, and the others have nothing to recommend, right?"

He raised his head and teased.

Han Yu said indifferently, "Why are you so nervous?"

Without questioning or displeasure.

It is an affirmative sentence.

As soon as they heard the word "Tang Xia", everyone looked sideways again.

The girl was embarrassed, like a thorn in her body.

"Okay, okay," some students couldn't stand it anymore, and waved their hands to smooth things over, "Is it necessary for you two big men to quarrel? Take a step back, what a big deal."

In fact, he didn't know how Han Yu and Qi Hui had conflicts, and by visual inspection, few people in the class knew.

The boy turned around and left, returning to his seat without saying a word.

Tang Xia glanced back.

His face was dark and he was cursing.

Tang Xia glanced at Han Yu again.

The whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the chill penetrated into the bones.

"Ugh…"

The girl sighed heavily.

I always thought that only girls would quarrel and turn their faces inexplicably, but I didn't expect that it would be the same between boys.

What is even more surprising is that this kind of thing can happen to Han Yu and Qi Hui.

Qi Hui was generous and optimistic, endured Han Yu's bad temper for so long, and finally broke out at this moment.

Pan Ziyan was the last straw.

Tang Xia had quite a headache, thinking about what he should do to keep this rare brother for Han Yuwan.

She thought about it all afternoon, during which time she took time to do ideological work for Han Yu, hoping that he would be more sensible and not childish, and tell him that Qi Hui is actually very easy to get along with, and it's over after coaxing him.

"You know him well?" the young man asked back.

Tang Xia was not in the mood to explain to him. When it was time to leave school, she gritted her teeth and ran cheekily to "invite" all of them back—

"Well, come back together, Han Yu has something to tell you."

Qi Hui was just about to leave with his bag on his back, but he was considered a gentleman and gave Tang Xia face.

"Say what?"

Tang Xiachong, who was still sitting in the classroom as an old man, waved desperately to Han Yu.

Qi Hui looked at Han Yu through the window glass.

The latter had no intention of getting up.

Tang Xia was in a hurry, "Come here!"

Han Yu had a thorn in his heart, and the thorn was actually stained with Qi Hui's blood.

"Forget it, don't worry about it," Qi Hui shrugged, looking open-minded, "Let's all calm down."