What if I Write the Continuation of Romance as Lily

Although I don't know why she should take the bus, it seems that Cong Ye is already on his back.

Qiao Yu gave Cong Ye a message to explain, but he didn't receive a reply at all. I tentatively asked Lin Qing but didn't get any news. I only knew that Cong Ma and Cong Ye had a separate chat for a while, but both of them were tight-lipped and couldn't ask a word.

…Hey, I don’t know what kind of unwarranted disaster Cong Ye has done, and she feels quite guilty.

Forget it, let her take the bus. Anyway, she hasn't taken it before, just to experience what Lin Qing is like every day.

If only one bus ride can save her tomorrow from the provocative quarrel like a chicken from Ye Elementary School, then she will really make a profit.

Qiao Yu, who was just an ordinary person in the original world, had no resistance to taking the bus. On the same day, she told her parents in advance that she would not arrange for a driver to send her to school tomorrow. As a result, Qiao's father came over with a crying face and looked unacceptable.

"Why Yuyu, is it because my father's car is uncomfortable?"

No father, but the daughter is going to make atonement for the father.

Qiao Yu didn't dare to say this, but he finally used the excuse of experiencing life to get his parents' approval.

The next morning, Qiao Yu, who had spoken words, woke up 20 minutes early, and stood under the bus stop sign when it was light, and got on the bus smoothly.

She is not really a rich second generation who does not understand the sufferings of the world. She is very familiar with public transportation. She also knows that there must be a lot of people on the bus at this point in the morning, but her mental preparation still seems insufficient.

How could it be—so crowded—

Qiao Yu was firmly embedded in the crowd and drifted with the crowd. There was no place to support him, but he could not fall to the ground anyway. She was squeezed into a piece of paper by the old office workers and students around her, and the car couldn't support it, like a can of sardines.

She shed two lasagna tears in her heart, and sincerely missed the days when she had a special car.

How could Lin Qing experience this, this kind of Shura field!

She made her determination right now, no matter what the last solution was from home, she could no longer let Lin Qing take the bus to and from school anyway.

Walking and squeezing all the way, finally reaching the school station, Qiao Yu squeezed out of the car after trying his life, feeling more haggard than after a week of class.

She remembered that today was Friday, but it was not just a week of class.

The double haggard pressed on Qiao Yu's body, she silently wiped her face to see if it was early, and staggered to the platform bench to rest her feet.

Obviously, I used to take the bus every day, but now I am so uncomfortable. It is really easy to change from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality.

Qiao Yu stretched her legs and feet tremblingly and sighed like an old man, and saw a bus slowly stopping on the platform across the road, and then spit out a person from the car with difficulty.

The other party's hair is messy, his face is stinky, and he looks very familiar.

Feeling her incredible gaze, the man also turned his neck stiffly and looked at her.

Qiao Yu and Cong Ye looked at each other across the road for a long time, and both felt that each other was like a stray dog ​​who had been thrown into the drum washing machine and washed in a circle.

"Bus, how do you feel."

The two met silently and walked into the school. Qiao Yu looked at the miserable situation of Cong Ye, who had always had a nice hairstyle and neat clothes, and didn't even have a pleat. He tried to restrain his gloating mood and asked him indifferently.

"...It's so **** awesome."

Qiao Yu almost laughed.

Cong Ye gritted his teeth and glanced at her. If he hadn't had the strength to fight now, he would have to talk about it until Qiao Yu couldn't laugh.

"I thought you would definitely not sit, so I thought about how to scold you."

He looked a bit regretful. Qiao Yu laughed dryly, not going to tell him that she chose to take the bus simply to save her tongue, and changed the subject.

"So your mother's solution is to change you to take the bus?"

Thinking back to the chaotic experience in the morning, Cong Ye, a completely inexperienced young master, must have suffered more hardship than her. Qiao Yu looked at Cong Ye unbearably, his face was tired and irritable, and he squeezed a yes from his teeth.

Although he thought he was miserable, Qiao Yu felt that Lin Qing would be able to get on the special bus and no longer have to squeeze the outrageous bus, and he became very happy.

When people are happy, their brains are bright. She kindly suggested to Cong Ye: "Your family is so rich, can't you arrange a car for the two of you?"

Cong Ye's heavy footsteps stopped, and he looked at Lin Qing with an expression of "Why didn't I expect to have this trick", but he quickly collapsed.

"...After two weeks, I will mention it to my mother."

"..."

Ah, it seems that because Lin Qing has been on the bus for two weeks, she has been asked to sit for so long like her.

This is really the same. When she went back, she told Dad Qiao that her mother was never patriarchal.

The two of them dragged their feet into the classroom, and their voices in the class suddenly became much quieter, probably because Cong Ye's expression was so bad.

"Cong Ye, what kind of mathematics did you count—"

Halfway through Lu Yao's cheerful call, there was no sound. He looked at Cong Ye and Qiao Yu with a puzzled look. Seeing that both of them were slumped in their seats with their bodies hollowed out, he finally couldn't hold back his words and asked: " …You were robbed?"

"I think it's like stealing something to eat and being cleaned up." Mi Yi turned around with interest, "My cat often does that, and looks a lot like them."

…It’s not down to this level, it's not as good as a stray dog ​​that has been washed by a washing machine.

Lin Qing, who enjoyed the benefits of a special car for the first time, arrived at school early. Although no one told her, she probably guessed what was going on from Cong Ye's departure so early.

But what happened to Joe?

She frowned, looked back at Qiao Yu, who was lying on the table in a daze, and touched her hair that seemed to be more disobedient than ever today.

"What's wrong?"

Speaking of which Lin Qing has been taking the bus since the beginning of school, he has been upright and refreshing every day, so how can he show such a shameful appearance after sitting this time!

As soon as Qiao Yu thought about it, she struggled to sit up and rubbed Lin Qing's palm comfortingly: "It's okay."

She subconsciously wanted to cover it up, and when she saw Lin Qing's increasingly serious expression, she suddenly remembered that she just said yesterday that she would not lie to others again!

"I just took the bus in the morning."

Qiao made corrections when he learned of his mistakes, explained it all, and immediately confessed to Cong Ye.

"He let me sit."

"There are so many people, Lin Qing, you really don't want to sit anymore, it's so uncomfortable to squeeze."

Lin Qing was silent for a while, then suddenly stood up.

"Why did Qiao Yu take the bus in the morning?"

She was talking about Qiao Yu, but her eyes only stared at Cong Ye behind her, her attitude was unprecedentedly unceremonious.

Cong Ye's face was at a loss. Although he didn't intend to hide and tuck him away, he felt a little frustrated when Lin Qing asked Huang Long so directly.

…But didn’t it just ask Qiao Yu to take a bus? Did he come this morning too?

He thought about it and got upright, uncomfortable being looked down on by Lin Qing, and stood up with his hands in his pockets and looked down sternly-looking down at Qiao Yu.

After all, what the **** taught yesterday is still vivid, and Cong Ye, who has grown his wits, doesn't want to provoke Lin Qing any more, so he can only pick the soft persimmon, Qiao Yu.

"Since I have to take the bus in the morning, of course she has to share the trouble with me."

Qiao Yu: ...Why don't I see you when I am blessed and ask me to share it.

Cong Ye stared at her while talking to Lin Qing, Qiao Yu couldn't help but want to interrupt.

"Besides, if it wasn't for her to complain to my mother—"

"It's my dad."

"...If it weren't for her to bring her dad to my mom to file a complaint—"

All right, it's her fault anyway.

Giving up to talk to Cong Ye-if Qiao Yu responded well to every word he said, then she would have been exhausted a long time ago.

Qiao Yu turned his head back boredly, seeing Lin Tianlai's gentle and smiling eyes dark at this moment, and his soft lips pressed tightly.

…Why do you feel that she is not very happy?

Qiao Yu suddenly became nervous.

Over there, I have finished accusing Qiao Yu's criminal behavior from Yejili—it was so vivid that everyone who listened to it felt that Qiao Yu should apologize for the first time. Lin Qing patiently listened to him, and lowered her eyelashes with a sigh.

"If you don't want to take the bus, you should tell me yesterday that I will beg for your aunt and follow me."

"Why drag Joe into the water? You know she can't get used to sitting."

Her aura was very solemn, and Cong Ye froze and did not dare to speak.

…But he still said that, isn’t it just taking a bus?

Qiaoyu can't sit down, and he can't sit down too? Why didn't anyone feel sorry for him?

Lin Qing is still his younger sister in name, so this elbow is abducted too much, right?

"Lin Qing?"

Just as Cong Ye fell into confusion, Qiao Yu, who was caught between the two and felt that the atmosphere was really not right, came out to the rescue in a low voice, carefully calling Lin Qing's name.

"Are you angry?"

The atmosphere that made people dare not speak suddenly dissipated. Lin Qing was awake looking at Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu's eyes could not hide her emotions, and she could easily see her concern and confusion at the moment. .

are you angry.

Lin Qing herself was a bit at a loss.

Since she was a child, she has a gentle temperament, and her emotions and anger are not obvious. Everyone praises her for being easy to get along with. She couldn't remember the last time she was angry.

The emotions just came turbulent and inexplicable, Lin Qing slowly recalled what happened just now, trying to find the source.

Probably from when Qiao Yu said that she came to school by bus, it seemed that something was wrong with Lin Qing.

At first, it was just a doubt. Qiao was in a good family situation, and unlike his own embarrassment, he didn't have to take the bus at all.

Then I heard her say that Cong Ye called her to sit down.

This is really weird. She obviously explained what happened yesterday to Cong Ye, and so did Qiao Yu, who can obviously refuse—

Lin Qing's breathing was stagnant, her pupils shrinking slightly.

Qiao Yu looked more and more worried, but Lin Qing couldn't comfort her. As long as she opened her mouth, the words that gradually formed in her throat could not help but rush out.

—Are you so considerate to everyone?

To her, Qiao Yu helped her with her heart. When she was disturbed by the rumors, she came forward and stopped. When she saw her alone after school, she went to take her home. He also joined her dad to say an excuse to drop in, just to get her to accept it. There is no burden.

But for Cong Ye, she would do what she didn't want to do without asking the reason when receiving the news from the other party. Even if Ye's attitude were so high, she didn't refute it.

But so what? What does this have to do with Lin Qing? Why would she anger Cong Ye for this?

She did not understand.

Lin Qing faintly panicked, hurriedly dispelled these unfamiliar emotions, and smiled gently at Qiao Yu, who had already begun to feel uneasy.

Lin Qing, who seemed to have finally returned to her usual appearance, let Qiao Yu breathe a sigh of relief, not noticing the dim and difficult look in her eyes under her eyelashes.

are you angry?

Lin Qing suppressed the unidentified dark tide in her heart, smiled without flaws, but her voice was a little dumb.

"Well, a little bit."

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Qiao Yu: I really just don't bother to care about him! (Loudly)