I Loaded the Healing System

"You're really bad." Zhao Qingyu's calf rubbed against his body unconsciously: "But I'm also a bit difficult to serve, so just bear with it for a while."

"Tsk, you seem to be extra gentle today."

Shen An felt a little warm, and couldn't help but hug her a little tighter.

"When am I not gentle?"

Zhao Qingyu opened his eyes displeased and stared at him.

But after staring at it for a while, she couldn't help laughing.

Indeed, it seems that tenderness and so on will never have anything to do with her.

Shen An rubbed her short hair and muttered, "When will it grow longer?"

Zhao Qingyu listened to his whispering, and responded gently: "You like long hair so much?"

"I like your long hair."

Shen An said softly: "I haven't seen you with long hair yet, you must let me see it."

"I have kept it before, and I have photos."

Zhao Qingyu hinted in a low voice.

Shen An shook his head: "I want to see you now."

"You're really picky." Zhao Qingyu narrowed his eyes: "Then why don't you show me your long hair sometime?"

Shen An snorted softly: "Don't count on long hair, but I can cut all my hair, can you see it with a bald head?"

"Don't look, it's ugly."

"What about the Mediterranean Sea?" Shen An reached out and gestured on his head.

Zhao Qingyu was a little stunned: "What is the Mediterranean Sea?"

"You don't understand this, it's just that the land is surrounded by the ocean."

Zhao Qingyu:?

"Ah... it seems like the ocean is surrounded by land."

Shen An added in a low voice.

"Is that called the sea?" Zhao Qingyu pinched his ears.

"Sister, haven't you studied geography?"

"My geography score is perfect, but I have never heard of the Mediterranean Sea."

The corner of Shen An's mouth twitched slightly: "Then... Dizhong Lake?"

"The lake was originally surrounded by land." Zhao Qingyu looked at Shen An as if looking at a fool.

For a moment, Shen An didn't know whether he was a fool or Zhao Qingyu was a fool.

"But your description is quite appropriate."

Zhao Qingyu brushed his hair with his small hand: "Mediterranean? Hmm..."

She imagined it in her head. .

puff.

This hits the point of her laugh exactly.

A black line appeared on Shen An's forehead: "Although my geography score is not as perfect as yours, please don't laugh so loudly."

puff~~

Zhao Qingyu didn't save face for him, he laughed louder and giggled in the dim lounge.

After laughing for a while, she stopped.

Then she rubbed his face lightly, and said in a low voice, "You're making me laugh again."

Shen An sighed: "That's really not easy."

"Yeah, it's hard to make someone laugh."

Zhao Qingyu narrowed his eyes: "I also want to make you laugh."

"How about senior sister, you can stay with me in the Mediterranean Sea."

"roll."

"It's really cold."

"fool."

Chapter 240 Eight: Fade!

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"Aren't you up yet?"

After the two laughed at each other, they continued to cuddle each other.

After being tender for a while, Shen An stroked her cheek gently.

Zhao Qingyu glanced sideways, with some resentment: "Did I owe you in my previous life? Keep urging me, am I the leader or you?"

"Of course it's you."

Shen An smiled slightly.

"But precisely because you are the team leader, you can't easily slack off and be lazy."

"Isn't it just the school's orientation event recently? It's a big event, right? You need to pay more attention to it."

When Zhao Qingyu heard the words, he suddenly sighed a little discouraged: "Don't mention it."

Shen An raised her eyebrows: "It sounds like there are stories to listen to."

"What you want to hear is gossip, right?" Zhao Qingyu saw through his little thoughts at a glance, and said angrily.

"Is inside information counted as gossip?"

Shen An chuckled lightly.

"But it's okay to tell you." Zhao Qingyu turned slightly and looked at the ceiling: "The school issued a notice last night, asking our art troupe to fully cooperate with the work of the student union."

"In other words, let our art troupe obey the arrangement of the student union."

Shen An was a little puzzled: "Isn't the art troupe originally affiliated with the student union?"

According to this principle, the art troupe should have obeyed the orders of the student union.

How do you listen to Zhao Qingyu's tone, isn't it arranged like this in the past?

Zhao Qingyu narrowed her eyes slightly. She looked at Shen An, stretched out her small hand to brush his short hair, and said in a low voice, "First of all, I need to correct your concept. The student union is the student union, and the art troupe is the art troupe."

"Secondly, the two only have a nominal superior-subordinate relationship. In fact, the art troupe and the student union are at the same level, so there is no such thing as who belongs to whom."

"Finally, a friendly reminder: Anyone who comes out of the art troupe will not feel that he is a member of the student union. Similarly, people in the student union usually do not regard us as part of them."

Shen An blinked: "Did I read a fake student handbook?"

"A student handbook is a student handbook. The theory is one thing, but how to do it is another."

The corners of Zhao Qingyu's mouth were slightly raised, showing a touch of charm: "We are quite cooperative in front of the school's leaders, and we will try our best to pretend to be harmonious."

"But in private, they probably don't like each other."

Shen An shrugged: "The relationship between you is really complicated."

"Wrong, it's us."

Zhao Qingyu pinched his face: "You are a member of the art troupe, what? Do you want to be a traitor?"

"Can I remain neutral?" Shen An smiled.

"Of course not."

Zhao Qingyu raised his chin: "Do you remember what I said?"

"Yes, I am your man."

Shen An embraced her waist, buried her head in her jade neck and sniffed her fragrance: "So can you take care of me? Rich woman."

hiss.

The itching from the skin made Zhao Qingyu couldn't help but push him away, and said coquettishly, "Don't you want to be a man who stands up to the sky?"

"I don't want to be now, I'm a little tired."

"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Qingyu frowned: "It was fine when I went back yesterday."

"It's really uncomfortable to live under the fence."

Shen An showed a bit of bitterness, as if she had been tortured by Xu Yijing, full of grievances.

Zhao Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was slightly complicated.

She hugged Shen An tightly, and murmured: "Yes, it's not a good feeling to live under the fence."

hold head high?

Shen An keenly felt some subtle changes in Zhao Qingyu's mood.

"Did I poke your heartache?"

"A little bit." Zhao Qingyu smiled.

"What's sad, can you tell me to make me happy?" Shen An's fingers wandered restlessly on her skin.

Zhao Qingyu's delicate body trembled slightly, she pressed his hand lightly, and said in a low voice seriously: "Do you want to move out?"

Shen An was startled, a little surprised.

"Why this expression?" Zhao Qingyu was a little dissatisfied: "Didn't you say that it's hard to live under the fence? Wouldn't it be better for you to move out?"

"Oh my head, how can I move?"

Shen An had a bitter face: "Move out and sleep on the street, right?"