Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Tang Xia was silent for a moment, as if she had finally made up her mind, looked at Han Yu and said slowly—

"If you weren't so... odd, I think I'd be happy to be your friend."

Han Yu's brows and eyes suddenly frowned, but he seemed to realize it after a while, "Weird?"

"Weird is not a derogatory term. I'm taking it lightly," Tang Xia immediately continued, "Just like you, you are arrogant and arrogant. Every day you put on an air that others have to rely on you. If you don't look good , I have long been looked down upon and beaten, okay?"

She finished speaking in one breath, and looked at Han Yu calmly.

Han Yu was still in a dazed state, as if he hadn't gotten over the girl's "criticism" all of a sudden.

Before he got angry, Tang Xia quickly flattered him, "Of course this is my opinion of you before. How should I put it... Now your attitude is still good. At least you will take the initiative to apologize and reconcile. I take back my previous misunderstanding of your character."

Han Yu took a deep breath, barely suppressing his dissatisfaction, "Character?"

"You must be a little son who grew up surrounded by stars," Tang Xia continued, ignoring his words, "You can only be accommodated by others, obey you, and throw faces at the slightest displeasure, right?"

Han Yu's expression changed immediately, "Tang, Xia."

As long as he gets angry, he will grit his teeth and stop every word when he calls her name.

Tang Xia smiled to ease the atmosphere.

The young man turned his eyes away in disgust, snorted lightly, and said after a while: "No."

He didn't grow up like a star.

no.

Tang Xia didn't believe it, "But you are so proud." She was so bold that she dared to say anything, probably because she could feel in her heart that Han Yu really wouldn't mind her provocation.

"Tang Xia," the young man lifted his chin, revealing the white neck, rolling up and down Adam's apple, extremely sexy, "Pride doesn't have to be because of my growing environment."

He looked away for a while, then retracted suddenly, and then turned his head to look at Tang Xia.

The voice is clear.

"It might just be because I want to live proudly."

Live proudly.

Tang Xia remembered the boy's words at noon that day for the rest of his life.

She didn't know why she was impressed, maybe it was the loneliness between his brows, or maybe it was the desolation in his words.

Or maybe it's because of his extraordinarily determined face and the unyielding expression in his posture.

After many, many years, Tang Xia finally had the courage to say—"Han Yu, you are so good, I always feel that I am not good enough for you."

And the pampering in his eyebrows and eyes is the same as back then - "My girl, she is worthy of pride."

Han Yu's face in front of Tang Xia overlapped with the shadow in his memory, reminding him of a conversation many years ago.

At that time, the boy hadn't grown up yet, and his youth was still there.

"I have to say," Tang Xia was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly blushed and looked away, with a soft voice, "You are really pretty."

After listening to such compliments for more than ten years, Han Yu felt happy for the first time.

"Really?" he said, "You're all right, too."

I rely on!

A low sigh from the bottom of her heart was like fireworks exploding in the night sky, engulfing her in an instant.

Tang Xia's face was so red as to drip blood.

Is Han Yu praising her?

I feel so ashamed...

"So, is that all your impression of me?" Han Yu asked again, as if he didn't notice that the girl beside him buried her head in shame because of what she said.

Tang Xia answered vaguely: "Well...almost."

"Okay," Han Yu straightened up, "Then do you have any opinion on me?"

"Let me think about it..." Tang Xia hesitated.

"It's okay, if you have an opinion, I may not change it." Han Yu said.

Tang Xia raised her head in an instant, and the incongruous emotion in her eyes was obvious.

"Of course," Han Yu shrugged, looking at her blushing face, he was in a good mood, "I can consider what you said is weird. But if you are proud," he paused, firm as before, "No."

"I didn't tell you to change it..." Tang Xia retorted softly.

"Very good." Han Yu took two steps forward with a thin back.

He turned around, half a meter away from her, scientifically defined, the most comfortable distance between people.

"Then do you mind having one more friend?" The boy's eyebrows were handsome, the sun shone on his face, and his skin was crystal clear like jade.

Tang Xia's heart was pounding.

This is really an era of looking at faces.

She felt that she had no way to reject Han Yu, a young man who was indifferent and distant but had a particularly gentle smile.

"I don't mind." Tang Xia said softly.

There was a smile curled up in Han Yu's eyes, and ripples that aroused daydreams appeared round and round.

He stretched out his hand, fingertips glowing.

"thanks."

Tang Xiazhen immediately got his right hand out of his sleeve, and his fingers seemed to be tensely clenched into a fist, but finally unfolded slowly.

"You're welcome."

She held Han Yu's hand and smiled the brightest.

The boy's palm was warm, with a thin cocoon that came out of movement, which made Tang Xia feel a little real.

She seemed...really, before Han Yu's overtures and friendliness, she was defeated and surrendered.

It turned out that his gentleness was so beautiful.

Tang Xia and Han Yu have completely reconciled.

They even became friends.

This made the students in class six dumbfounded.

Of course, they were far from the only ones. Everyone who had witnessed or heard about the conflict between Tang Xia and Han Yu was very surprised.

That Friday, Haicheng had a surprising amount of spring snow.

Large flakes of snowflakes fell from the sky one after another, as if they wanted to make up for the innocence that hadn't fallen in the last winter at once.

During the lunch break, many people gathered in front of the canteen to chat and watch the snow, Tang Xia and Yu Man were among them.

"This snow is too rare," Yu Man shook his head, "It's already spring, and it's still snowing."

Tang Xia nodded and exclaimed: "Yes, and it's bigger than winter."

There are courageous students around, took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures, amazed.

After a while, Tang Xia heard someone whisper: "Look, it's Han Yu here."

She turned her head and saw that it was the boy.

Han Yu and Qi Hui came side by side. When they walked in front of Tang Xia, they lowered their eyes and asked, "Do you want a drink?"

In fact, he is still mild-tempered.

Tang Xia smiled, "No, you can drink it yourself."

Yu Man took the opportunity and said, "I want to drink, Han Yu, can you please me?" She heard that Han Yu's family is very rich, since she is a friend of a friend, it is not too much for her to eat and drink.

"Well," Han Yu deserved to be straightforward, "Anyway, we're all coming back today."

Qi Hui beside him stared at him sadly.

Tang Xia giggled

Han Yu entered the canteen and came out after a while, seeing the girl who was sitting at the door running out of the balcony with her classmates.

Girls are always easily touched by snow scenes, probably because they have something called romance in their hearts.

Tang Xia squatted on the ground, with the snow falling between her brows, but she ignored it and wrote and drew on the ground with her fingers.

Han Yu stood on it and called her: "Ms. Luo said to go back to class at 12 o'clock. It's almost time."

Tang Xia got up, stepped on the marks on the ground with her feet, waved with Yu Man, and trotted behind Han Yu and Qi Hui.

"What are you writing?" Han Yu asked casually.

Tang Xia patted the snow on her body, just smiled but didn't answer.

Han Yu didn't care, he tilted his head inadvertently, and helped her brush away the broken snow on top of her head.

Everything is so natural.

The other students walking behind them took a low breath.

Tang Xia lowered her head, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

Writing... your name.