Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

He opened his mouth. "Is it right if you like someone, don't you feel it?"

The girl was a little stunned and shook her head. "I think you may have misunderstood something."

misunderstanding?

What misunderstanding?

Xiao Zheyu, who had been tangled for a whole day, couldn’t help but look at the black-haired boys who were kneeling on the table. "Xie Ge, you and Song Qiqi..."

"It doesn't matter." The cold voice came, and the war was pulled out of the classroom with a slender one.

Xiao Zheyu is dumbfounded. He is still very puzzled. Is this a contradiction?

But feelings are things between two people. It’s the temper of Xi Ge, or it’s handled by him.

When Song Qiqi returned to the classroom from the office, Tang Xiaoya said intentionally or unintentionally, "The schoolmaster seems to be in a bad mood these days."

She looked up and hesitated, or lifted her foot and walked over.

"The battle."

The voice of the girl slightly screamed by Microsoft, accompanied by the summer smell of the outside and the wind, it seems a bit illusory.

The squad that was originally on the seat slammed his face and looked straight.

Song Qiqi can clearly see the look of the black-haired boy in a moment, but she may not be able to express it, her fingers smashed, and some nervously took a step back.

The boy seems to have something falling down, and it is a silence. "Is there something, Song classmate?" The voice under the mask is lazy, as if it was just her illusion.

Song Qiqi did not know why, the heart jumped a little, "That, just now, Mr. Wang asked me to explain to you in the afternoon to go to the office."

The battle was slightly lowered, "Well, I know."

Song Qiqi stood in the same place for a while.

"Is there anything else?" The black-haired boy stretched his hand and tried to catch his breath. The eyebrows inadvertently revealed the irritability.

Song Qiqi shook his head and then turned and left.

Xiao Zheyu is silent. He thinks that Xi Ge really does not like Song Qiqi, if it used to be...

If it used to be the case, Xi Ge looked at the girl's eyes, just like a star, and even the lips and corners could not hold up.

How do you say that, like you are my world.

In mid-October, the ban was transferred to school.

Song Qiqi looked at the vacancy and was somewhat ecstatic.

Tang Xiaoya turned back, "Seven, what happened to you?"

She hesitated, "I saw it in my notebook yesterday... a word..."

Tang Xiaoya asked, "What?"

Some of the blushes in Song Qiqi, the voice was depressed, "Nothing."

That sentence is, I am in a fight, I like you.

But she remembered that she had never written such a thing.

But when I think of the black-haired boy who hangs down his eyes and inadvertently reveals the arrogance and laziness, it is the heart that has missed a beat.

Tang Xiaoya seriously looked at the girl for a while, "Seven, you should not like to fight."

Song Qiqi was shocked. "How come?"

But the cheeks were slightly red, and the eyes drifted involuntarily.

Tang Xiaoya touched her face and sympathized. "Hey, there are so many girls in the fight, not to mention that he has already transferred to school. Maybe he will not even have a chance to meet in the future. You are still dead."

"But...but you once said that the battle is also like me." Song Qiqi opened his mouth.

Tang Xiaoya snorted. "Ha ha ha, Song seven seven, when did I say this to you?"

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