Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

At the end of a class, Han Yu walked to Tang Xia with his bag.

The seat next to her was already occupied, and she was lying on her head at the moment, secretly playing with her phone in the drawer.

"Change seats?"

Han Yu put the schoolbag on the desk, seemingly discussing it, but in fact his tone was beyond doubt.

The boy shivered, jumped up without even thinking about it, and smiled obsequiously while holding a pile of textbooks: "All right, all right, sit down, I'll go to the back."

He backed up while answering, and finally turned around, Pan Ziyan's fierce eyes shot straight at her.

The boy couldn't help but shivered again, and very consciously ran to the corner to find a separate vacant seat.

Tang Xia glanced at Han Yu helplessly, and reminded in a low voice, "Don't go too far."

"Where is it too much?" The boy frowned dissatisfiedly, and leaned back lazily with folded arms, "I like sitting here."

"But you should also consider others," Tang Xia tried to put down a gentle tone, and explained seriously, "At least, you have to ask for advice, and then—"

Han Yu interrupted: "Okay, I got it. Tang Xia, why are you so nagging like my mother?" He smiled with teasing eyes.

But the girl turned serious.

"I'm serious now, Han Yu, haven't you noticed that Qi Hui hasn't come to see us two recently?"

Tang Xia is a girl, so she is naturally more thoughtful than Han Yu. In fact, she had already realized that Qi Hui was not in the right state these two days, but because of the incident caused by Pan Ziyan, she didn't have time to solve it. Now thinking about it, she felt that she had to explain to Han Yu no matter what.

"Is he still angry?" The young man was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes sank instantly.

Tang Xia nodded vigorously, afraid that Han Yu would not take it to heart, and exaggerated on purpose: "Angry, very angry, you didn't explain or apologize to him, and then..." She paused, then lowered her voice, and said close to the boy's ear, " It's also because Pan Ziyan said she wanted to chase you, so she wasn't very happy."

Tang Xia heard the second half of the sentence from Xu Yayao. She didn't know if it was true or not, but she also told Han Yu with all her brains, hoping that the latter would realize the seriousness of the problem.

Qi Hui is a dear friend, and Tang Xia doesn't want Han Yu to lose him.

"You always talk without thinking of others. It doesn't matter once or twice. After a long time and too many times, Qi Hui will also be injured."

Han Yu didn't speak, his eyes stared at the ground one foot and three inches in front of him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Tang Xia persuaded him earnestly: "It's not easy to have a friend who you can talk to, you should cherish it."

"Tang Xia." The boy said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Han Yu turned his head, his thin lips moved slightly.

The school bell just rang.

Pan Ziyan in the back row stretched her neck to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Han Yu caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, so he simply shut up, took out a piece of snow-white draft paper from his schoolbag, and raised his brush to write down a line of words.

Tang Xia tilted her head to look.

His words were still flying like dragons and phoenixes, and she struggled to discern the meaning of the words—

"No one taught me how to speak."

Tang Xia's heart trembled suddenly.

She slowly raised her head and met the boy's eyes.

From the bottom of his eyes, Tang Xia saw a trace of confusion, a trace of helplessness and panic that should not have appeared on the proud Han Yu.

He should be scared.

Because maybe I also realized that I have the possibility of losing Qi Hui.

Tang Xia felt guilty.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't scare Han Yu. He is an extremely insecure person. He seems to be indifferent to everything, but in fact he longs for company more than anyone else.

Except for himself, there is only everyone around the young man. Before she appeared, Qi returned to accompany him.

Tang Xia bit her lower lip with her teeth, took the pen from Han Yu's hand, and drew with the tip of the pen on the paper—

"It's okay, there's still time, I'll teach you later."

Han Yu watched quietly, took another pen for a while, and wrote after Tang Xia's sentence——

"Then what about going back together?"

Tang Xia comforted him silently with her eyes, and wrote quickly—

"I believe he won't leave, but you have to take the initiative to show favor."

Qi Hui is actually quite arrogant sometimes, and this is the only similarity Tang Xia thinks between him and Han Yu. But for the tsundere, coaxing is a time-tested trick.

Han Yu frowned and thought for a while, and finally compromised, and his writing strength became much lighter——

"So did I say anything that hurt you?"

Tang Xia was taken aback, bit the pen and began to recall.

The boy's face collapsed.

Is there really?

Tang Xia was delighted when she saw Han Yu's expression, she pursed her lips to suppress a smile, and shook her head firmly.

The boy was in a hurry, and his handwriting began to fly again—

"Then will you leave?"

Tang Xia was taken aback again.

The scene of Mr. Luo chatting with her before broke into his brain unexpectedly.

Could it be that even the teacher could tell that he liked Han Yu?

Or, is it that everyone can see that she just doesn't want to admit it frankly?

Tang Xia... also wants to admit it.

A sudden impulse surged up in her heart, the girl looked at the boy's eagerly looking eyes, gritted her teeth hard, the tip of the pen almost pierced the paper!

"No, never!"

She seemed to be using all her strength to write this solemn promise.

Han Yu stared at the few words in a daze.

The font is no longer round and small like a girl's usual, and the pen is sharp and shocking like thunder.

He was just about to write when Tang Xia grabbed the white paper and added another sentence—

"As you promised me last time, I am here, and I have always been here."

Han Yu was shocked on the spot.

Tang Xia put down the pen, and exhaled lightly, feeling extremely refreshed in her chest.

It turns out, it turns out.

It turned out that the feeling of speaking out from the heart was so easy and pleasant.

She really had a lot of things she wanted to say to Han Yu, but she really wasn't ready in what way to express her heart.

Han Yu suddenly put down his pen and carefully rolled up the draft paper.

Tang Xia was confused and looked at the young man with doubts on his face.

"Did you know?" Han Yu put the paper into his schoolbag, fearing that it might be broken, he took out all the textbooks.

"Know what?" Tang Xia asked.

Pan Ziyan pouted and listened behind her.

Han Yu's smile spread across the corners of his lips, "This is the best love letter."

In an instant, the girl felt that her blood was rushing straight to her brain.

"I just said, you can definitely write better."

Tang Xia's heart had never been beating like this before.

And there was a voice in her heart, which seemed to be about to break through her throat, venting uncontrollably.

Tang Xia thought, really wanted to, tear off the good girl's coat, and do something that made her look forward to and nervous!

That matter might bring her some unpredictable troubles or troubles, but...she is willing to try.

"Han Yu."

Tang Xia's voice began to tremble.

At this moment, the young man's delicate profile became clearer.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Xia took a deep breath, hot sweat broke out in her palms.

"I want to chase you."

Han Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he turned his head slowly, with disbelief written all over his face.

He didn't ask, but wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.

Tang Xia didn't know where the courage came from, she frowned, she was surprisingly daring—

"I said I'm going to chase you! Are you still so calm?"