Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Seeing Zou Ziyu's distraught expression, his companion couldn't help worrying, "What's the matter, Ziyu? What's wrong with you?"

The girl shook her head, put on her coat, and sat on a chair in a daze.

The sound of Ying Xuefu's announcement in front of the stage continued, and the next sketch performance seemed to be very exciting. There were only bursts of amused laughter from the audience, and the atmosphere was very exciting.

Zou Ziyu couldn't help feeling upset.

Is she an ugly hip-hop dancer or something? Han Yu would rather doze off than take another look? Didn't she have something to attract him?

Even just a little bit?

Zou Ziyu's proud appearance, figure, grades, and even the current dance seemed to be completely unattractive in front of Han Yu, which really embarrassed the girl.

Such a comparison made her think of Tang Xia.

It is obvious that the other party is inferior to himself in every aspect, but why does Han Yu get close to her instead?

Zou Ziyu's chest was full of anger, but she had nowhere to vent it. In the end, she couldn't sit still anymore. She took off her makeup and went out from the backstage.

In the small auditorium, the performance was in full swing.

Han Yu slept for about half an hour before slowly regaining his energy. He tilted his head and yawned, lazily punched his sore waist, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "How long will it be over?"

The boy's legs were numb from sitting, and he didn't want to stay any longer.

Qi Hui silently counted the performances that had already been performed, and calculated the time, there were still about 40 minutes left.

"It's only halfway through," he replied, "it's still early."

Han Yu frowned, looked up at Teacher Luo's position.

She was sitting in the row of girls in front, her attention was focused on the stage, and she couldn't see behind.

"I'm going out to get some air." Han Yu confessed in unison, then got up and bent down, and went out from the aisle.

Qi Hui didn't care, waved his hand and continued watching the show.

He thought the show was pretty good, and he sang and danced.

And even if it's boring, he will always be a serious audience for the goddess' host!

This is what a qualified fanboy should accomplish!

Han Yu sneaked out of the small auditorium, and there was a bit of cool wind outside, which made his dizzy consciousness instantly clear.

The air conditioner is turned on in the room. Although the temperature is not high, it will feel stuffy and depressing after staying for a long time. Han Yu didn't like this feeling very much, like being pressed **** his chest, he couldn't even breathe freely.

All the people were in the auditorium, and the outside looked extraordinarily empty. Under the slightly gloomy sky, the wind was blowing in gusts, wrapping in a hint of the coolness of early spring.

Han Yu wandered aimlessly in the open space, with his hands in his pockets, wanton and unrestrained.

"Han Yu."

There was a soft female voice behind her, a little cautious.

This tone was a bit like Tang Xia's. She was so timid when facing him.

The boy turned around, slightly surprised.

It's Zou Ziyu.

She was wearing denim shorts, a summer style, with shredded cuffs and small rolls. Although the stockings are above the knees, the thighs are exposed to the air, and when the cold wind blows, it feels chilly to look at.

Zou Ziyu really couldn't help shivering.

The girl shrunk her shoulders, her baggy school uniform looked very loose, revealing the delicate collarbone at her neck, which was extremely graceful.

Han Yu frowned, with a look of incomprehension, "It's cold, why are you dressed like this?"

The statement tone was not mixed with concern, but to Zou Ziyu's ears when he was not in a good mood, there was more concern.

She was overjoyed.

"Because I just performed a show inside," Zou Ziyu said softly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Did you watch it?" She hoped that he just happened to be tired at the moment when her dance ended, so he narrowed his eyes. It's been a while, so I still ask with anticipation.

Han Yu twitched his eyes, and replied calmly: "No."

Just two words, without any euphemism.

Zou Ziyu's back stiffened.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't even say a word.

Zou Ziyu knew that Han Yu's character was too direct. But she still hasn't gotten used to this boy's directness, or she knows it, and she has to bump into it without fear of death, and make trouble for herself.

Two people are so speechless relative to each other.

"I'm going back to the dormitory."

Han Yu was the first to break the silence, and turned to leave without waiting for Zou Ziyu's answer.

"Han Yu," the girl gritted her teeth and gave up, "wait a minute."

The boy stopped and looked at her suspiciously.

His eyes are too deep, like a dry well that can't be seen to the bottom, when there is no emotion, it is like a pool of stagnant water without waves, which makes people panic.

Zou Ziyu was timid again.

"No...it's nothing, you go." She lowered her head.

Han Yu didn't stay too long, nor did he leave any words, as if Zou Ziyu's hesitation didn't exist, he calmly went to the stairs.

Watching the boy's back disappear around the corner, Zou Ziyu let out a deep breath.

Forget it, the future is long, she will not fight for this day and night.

After thinking about it, Zou Ziyu also turned and left.

She thought that she should think about it and find other opportunities to get close to Han Yu.

for example…

The cheerleaders for the municipal basketball game this summer?

A basketball baby who will accompany the team, she is confident that she will be elected.

Zou Ziyu smiled slightly, feeling much better.

People, once you have a goal, you will feel that everything you do next will be full of motivation.

After about half an hour, the report performance was over.

The students still couldn't get enough of it, and they coaxed the school leaders and the person in charge of the base to come on stage and sing two songs, laughing and secretly recording with their mobile phones.

Such an ugly tune, if you put it on the school forum after you go back, the click-through rate and the number of replies will definitely hit a record high!

Class 6 urged Mr. Luo to go up and sing too, but the latter had no choice but to drag Brother Song along.

The audience immediately cheered up.

The two sang a classic old song together, the tune was very soft, which caused a big chorus at the scene.

After the singing, Mr. Luo, who always had a straight face, felt embarrassed. Song Ge, who had always been shy, smiled and remained calm.

The students didn't want to end the performance, and after booing one thing and another, the principal saw that the time was wrong, and the bus back to school would be delayed if they kept procrastinating, so they could only signal to the host to call the curtain call as soon as possible.

After queuing up to leave the small auditorium, everyone went back to the dormitory one by one to pack their luggage.

The last lunch at the base was unexpectedly good, as if to see off the students.

Song Ge accompanied the sixth class to the gate of the base, stood beside the bus and waved goodbye to everyone.

The boys who had a good relationship with him were very reluctant, "Brother Song, come out and play together when you have time." They still remembered his superb golf skills and wanted to be brothers.

Song Ge smiled and nodded, "We have to wait for the national holiday." He is not free at the base, and he can rarely go out a few times a year.

The emotional girl said goodbye to Brother Song with red eyes. Teacher Luo walked last, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Song, go back and keep in touch."

These are actually polite words. There is no internet at the base, so it is very difficult to contact. And after they leave, they will return to the previous life track. Teachers should go to class, students should study. After a long time, who would care about the people and things here?

They have only lived here for five days, five days in a long life, like a wave that can easily be submerged, unnoticed.

Time is the most tender thing because it has accompanied you through all the joys and sufferings.

But time is also the cruelest. No matter how unforgettable the memories, no matter how firm the friendship and no matter how much the past is, they will gradually fade and lose their passion as it goes on.

Do you have a friend who used to talk about everything but now has nothing to talk about?

Have you ever been so happy or hurt that you shed tears, but now every time you think about it, you can no longer feel the time that was deeply rooted in your bones?

It's not that you have changed.

It's just that time pulls you back to your own life track, and the occasional wrong track will eventually be corrected.