Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Two hours flew by in an instant of whispered chatter.

The bus stopped, and the students in the bus lay on the glass of the bus and looked around curiously.

Teacher Luo shouted from the front: "Come on, the students in the outer seats get off first, and then line up below."

Tang Xia got up, subconsciously wanting to wake up the drowsy Han Yu, but when she turned around, she found that Zou Ziyu was gently patting the young man's shoulder.

"Han Yu, wake up, we're here."

The girl's voice was deliberately slowed down, like the breeze blowing across the willow bank in spring.

Han Yu was sleepy, and his body was still shaking when he stood up. After his eyes gradually cleared up, he saw that Tang Xia had followed Xu Yayao out of the car.

The one who was in charge of the week's social practice activities in the sixth class of physics was a very young guy with dark skin and a tall, thin body. He was very shy when introducing himself.

He is probably in his early twenties, and his surname is Song. Teacher Luo calls him Xiao Song, and the students in Class 6 call him Brother Song very familiarly.

Brother Song was really shy, smiling gently all the time, and then took them to their respective dormitories.

The dormitory building has a total of four floors. There are several dormitories on the ground floor that are the dormitory of the class teacher, and they are assigned to each class according to the class.

The dormitories of Class 6 students are on the second and third floors. Brother Song led the boys, and Teacher Luo led the girls, and asked them to put their luggage first, and then clean the dormitory a little.

Tang Xia's dormitory is quite special, girls from two classes live together. Because there are bunk beds, there are six beds on the left and right sides, so Teacher Luo, who came in first, asked Tang Xia and the other four girls to occupy the beds on the right side of the door.

The right side is facing the window. If you rest in the dormitory during the day, the lighting is good and you won't feel cold.

Teacher Luo explained a few words, let Xu Yayao be the team leader among the four girls, manage and manage it during this period, and then went to the boys' dormitory to inspect.

Tang Xia slept on the innermost bottom bunk, and Xu Yayao was on top of her. They chatted while tidying up, and after a while, a few girls came in outside.

The leader is Ying Xuefu, the monitor of Class 5.

Because it is a shared dormitory, the teachers will be watching to a certain extent if they are not in place, so the class teacher of Class 5 arranges the class leader in it to play a management role.

There is a girl from Class 6 and a girl from Class 5 who were in the same class last semester, so when they meet, they have a good relationship, and they greet each other in a harmonious way.

Tang Xia is a very slow person, so when the other girls in her class were already chatting with the people across from her like old friends, she sat on her bed in a bit of embarrassment, quietly listening to their conversation, Occasionally show a shallow smile.

Girls were actually easy to get along with, especially back then when there was no intrigue, sharing snacks and gossip, chatting about the handsome boys in the next class, and which pair of high school seniors and sisters upstairs broke up again. able to shorten the distance.

But Tang Xia is not very good at these. More often than not, she is the most competent listener, and she caters, laughs or marvels at the right time when the atmosphere is the hottest.

Of course, at that time, the one who was on the lips of the girls was none other than Han Yu, a well-known male god.

"Isn't it fun for you to be classmates with Han Yu?" On the opposite side, a cute girl knelt on the top bunk to make a quilt, and folded the quilt like army tofu, with a curious and envious expression on her face.

Xu Yayao shook her head like a rattle, and quickly denied, "Forget it, Han Yu, you can only watch from a distance, don't even think about talking to him."

"He really doesn't talk much?" Ying Xuefu, who had been wiping the railing beside the bed with a tissue behind her back, asked suddenly.

"It's not a matter of talking less!" Someone snatched Xu Yayao's words, "Even if the male **** speaks, it still gives people a cold feeling, right?" She couldn't wait to ask her companion for affirmation, so as to prove that what she said was true .

Xu Yayao nodded quickly.

But she suddenly said quite proudly, "No, not necessarily, our Tang Xia has a good relationship with Han Yu."

As soon as the words were finished, all the people in the dormitory turned their eyes to the girl sitting quietly in the corner.

Embarrassed, Tang Xia stretched out her hand and scratched her head, pretending to be relaxed and said, "As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other." Few people in her previous conflicting grades with Han Yu didn't know about it, so it still made sense.

Ying Xuefu glanced at Tang Xia, "How did you reconcile?"

She is beautiful and good at studying. She is a typical goddess of academic master, and she naturally has a unique arrogance in her bones. Qi Hui likes her because he likes this sister-in-law's temperament, which most people don't have.

Ying Xuefu's question is what everyone wants to know, but to be honest, even Tang Xia herself has never been clear about it.

How did they reconcile?

she does not know.

She guessed that perhaps Han Yu also felt that such confrontation was a bit boring.

Tang Xia hesitated how to answer, but a series of piercing and loud music suddenly sounded outside.

"Assembled." Ying Xuefu immediately responded, calling a dozen girls to hurry up and line up.

The daily activities are still divided into teams according to the class. Tang Xia lined up in the team, listening to the base teachers and grade group leaders taking turns speaking on the stage, and couldn't help but look around.

The coordinates of the base are in the outer suburbs, and there are almost no residential buildings around, let alone supermarkets and restaurants. It is considered a closed practical investigation.

They are now standing in the large open space in front of the dormitory building, facing the rostrum, and there is a whole row of sinks next to it. Tang Xia estimated that she would brush her teeth and wash her face in the open air here in the morning, or pick the crops and wash them here.

There is a toilet on the left and right sides of each floor, but there are very few squatting places. I heard from girls who have been to the toilet that it is very dirty and the sanitation is worrying.

It seems that the living conditions this week are quite difficult, and the school does have the purpose of allowing students to experience the daily life of farmers.

After the teacher finished his speech, the students in each class were taken into the large activity room behind the dormitory building to listen to the lectures. After the lectures, there was a long queue and followed the people from the base to visit.

The students were shuttling back and forth between the huge greenhouses, and Song Ge whispered beside him, "We will go there to sow cotton in the afternoon. When the teacher introduces it later, listen carefully."

The boys had already gotten along with Brother Song, and they joked, "We don't know how, you can help us."

Brother Song smiled shyly and did not refute.

The boys chatted, and the topic started to turn in other directions, "Brother Song, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." Brother Song replied honestly.

"What do you think of the girls in our class?" Qi Hui suddenly yelled, and asked with a laugh, "There are beauties, that's the one, our study committee member!"

Zou Ziyu immediately turned around and stared at him, blushing with anger, "Come back!"

Brother Song's black face was also powdered, exuding a healthy atmosphere, "Boys who talk a lot, plant a bag of cotton in the afternoon."

The girls all laughed when they heard the words, and looked at Qi Hui gloatingly.

They all had a very good impression of Brother Song, he was like a big brother next door, reserved and friendly.

Qi Hui quickly shut up, and bumped Han Yu beside him with his shoulder, "Your brother has been bullied, what should you do?"

Han Yu was lazy and expressionless, but when he saw Tang Xia in front of him looking at Brother Song with admiring and gentle eyes like everyone else, he felt uncomfortable.