I heard you want to flirt with me?

Chapter 20

Three heads protruded from the corner not far away.

"Why do I feel that Brother Che is bullying people?" Chen Huai, the thinnest and four-eyed boy, stayed below.

"I also feel that Mo Nian's eye sockets are red." Xia Li, the fat man in the middle, sniffed.

Song Suqing at the top hummed a few times: "It must be Mo Nian who bullied Brother Che. Brother Che was so angry that she left him. Brother Che is such a gentle person..."

Two heads looked up at him: "..." Are you sure?

Song Suqing stared at the lonely back walking away, Mo Nian was good-looking and had good grades. Indeed, many boys in the school liked her.

But he knew that Brother Che would definitely not like her.

"Then I am such a gentle person, are you afraid?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

The three of them were startled, and turned around mechanically: "Hehe, Lao Cao is good."

Cao Yan patted his big belly, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and looked at them sideways: "Can't the three of you hear the bell for class? How many times has this happened?"

They recalled it for a while, and Xia Li said, "It seems to be a lunch break."

Cao Yan choked, and said awkwardly, "Since it's lunch break, why don't you go back to the classroom and lie on your stomach, what are you doing here? Are you going to sleep during the teacher's afternoon class time?"

The three little boys bowed their heads and sneaked about to run away.

But Song Suqing was asked to stay. He scratched his head, thinking that it probably happened in the morning, his eyes revealed confusion: "Old Cao, I know I was wrong..."

"What's wrong with you again?" Cao Yan, who was about to speak, immediately swallowed his own words when he heard this, and turned his head to ask him.

Song Suqing was taken aback, it turned out that Juejue hadn't filed a complaint, so she quickly changed her words: "I didn't go to the classroom to rest, I was wrong."

"Your test scores dropped very quickly this time. I thought you could be in the top [-], but you were only in your forties." Cao Yan sighed, looking like he hated iron for being weak.

"You are very smart, and you can understand many questions just by looking at them. You said what's going on recently. You keep staring at Su Yunche all the time. Is it because you were hit at the same table as him?"

Song Suqing: "!!!"

"...Why am I being hit?"

Cao Yan pushed his glasses, and his pupils were hidden under the thick lenses: "Su Yunche looks good, studies well, and is restrained, and I heard that all the girls in the school basically like this kind of boy in white, don't you envy him?"

"??? Why should I be envious?" Song Suqing looked at him with a look of disgust, "I am a handsome man in the universe, do I seem to be jealous of other people's beauty?"

Cao Yan picked up the book and slammed it on his forehead: "Then why do you still do so poorly in the exam?"

Song Suqing rubbed her forehead, and took a few steps back: "Maybe I'm too tired recently, I can't make it into the top [-] in the final exam, that's fine."

Observing Cao Yan's expression through the cracks of his fingers, he saw that his ravine fleshy face gradually opened.

"Do what you say, or you can invite the whole class to celebrate the New Year together." Cao Yan looked at him with small eyes, and finally saw him nodding and bowing, so he waved helplessly, "Go in."

"Aren't you going in?" Song Suqing leaned forward and asked.

"Get out of here." She made a gesture to kick him, but he dodged it and slipped into the classroom in desperation.

Cao Yan sighed: "This bastard is hard to teach."

Seeing that most of the people were resting on their desks, Song Suqing sneaked in from the back door.

Seeing that Su Yunche was still doing his homework, he lightly touched him: "Brother Che, why did Mo Nian ask you just now?"

Su Yunche's writing hand paused, then he turned his head and asked him, "Who is Mo Nian?"

Song Suqing: "...No, it's just one thing, not important."

Seeing Brother Che's sincere face, the girl should have hit a wall, and was instantly overjoyed.

That's right, it took several days for Brother Che to remember Chen Huai and the others, how could they remember the girl's face twice.

"Oh..." Su Yunche lowered his head and wrote English. His English is the worst, so he always writes a few questions when he has time, and suddenly remembered something, "Did you copy the English composition you committed? It will be English later." Class is over."

Song Suqing: "!!!" He completely forgot about it.

"I'll write it now, Brother Che will borrow your composition and copy it."

He has never been good at English, and his composition is even more messy, but he is lucky and can always get a lot of multiple-choice questions right, so his overall score is just passable.

Su Yunche took out the test paper from the English book and handed it to him, with a steady and unwavering tone: "You should copy Zhuo Yuanjing's, she got full marks for the composition."

Song Suqing was taken aback for a moment: "..." He actually remembered Zhuo Yuanjing's perfect score in English composition, and he didn't even remember the name of the girl who confessed to him twice.

"Brother Che, how much do you think I scored for my composition?"

Su Yunche thought for a while, then said seriously, "...I don't know."

He had never seen Song Suqing's papers, how could he know, the only reason he could know Zhuo Yuanjing was because her composition was circulated as a model.

It is indeed well written, the handwriting is clear and beautiful, and the words are high-level and appropriate. It is pleasing to the eye at a glance.

In an instant, Song Suqing's Ruifeng eyes lit up, staring straight at Zhuo Yuanjing who was painting quietly in front of her.

Zhuo Yuanjing felt the chill behind her, and glanced back timidly, oh my god, it's so scary.

"Brother Che, why are you..." You can remember the scores of other people's compositions, but you can't remember your deskmate.

"Your composition is rubbish." Su Yunche interjected in disgust before he finished speaking.

Because he had never read Song Suqing's composition, he was also curious when he mentioned it, so he snatched the composition from him.

At a glance, it is densely packed, scribbled and changed, so dark that even the words are difficult to recognize.

It was hard to read a few words clearly, but the result is still...

s. malllongbaby...

pilipalabiubong...

gugongisgoldblingbling...

Su Yunche pointed and asked, "What do these three mean?"

He remembered that the topic of the composition was to write about cultural customs and historical deeds, how could such monsters and ghosts appear.

Song Suqing narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her eyebrows slightly, with a proud expression on her face: "Little Dragon Man, fireworks and firecrackers and the Forbidden City are resplendent."

Su Yunche: "???"

Suddenly, I felt that there was a problem with the world I knew.

Song Suqing saw that he was plunged into suspicion, and his good-looking facial features were tangled together, and a sudden warmth rose in his heart. Brother Che was still the pure brother Che.

"Brother Che, do you know what an ambulance is?"

"Ambulance." Seriously, standard pronunciation.

Su Yunche's voice is minty and fresh. When he pronounces English, it feels like a subwoofer. It is thick but magnetic, and it looks particularly beautiful in English.

"Wrong." Song Suqing was very serious, suddenly complacent, "It's vivovivo..."

Su Yunche: "...You copy the composition several times, one time is not enough to satisfy a genius like you."

Song Suqing was instantly discouraged, lying on the table, gently playing with Zhuo Yuanjing's hair in front of her: "Brother Che, teach me how to learn!"

"Let go of her hair first." Su Yunche turned his head slightly, and saw him grab a strand of the girl's hair, knot it and then untie it, knot it and then untie it.

"Oh~" Song Suqing leaned back lazily.

Zhuo Yuanjing, who was stiff at the front desk, finally relaxed.

She was sneakily drawing fan pictures of the two of them. Seeing Song Suqing's performance, she thought she had been exposed, and panicked.

After all, Song Suqing is at the bottom in her painting.

She lowered her eyes and saw that on the drawing book, there happened to be two men in school uniforms but disheveled clothes overlapping each other.His face was flushed with embarrassment, but he still covered his mouth and continued to write... draw close parts.

"Brother Che, I made a bet with Lao Cao, you must teach me." Song Suqing leaned back on the chair, staggering, "The requirements are not high, just let me get No.2 in the exam."

Su Yunche said, "I'll give you a step up. Change the last sentence."

"..." Song Suqing grinned and said coyly, "Then just let me be No. 30."

"..." Su Yunche dug out all his notes and threw them in front of him, "The top ten is okay?"

Song Suqing was startled, and when she looked down, she saw that there were four seven-color books, each of which had unicorns drawn on it. She squinted at Su Yunche, her eyes flickering: "I didn't see it, brother Che likes this kind of fairy tale tone."

"..." Su Yunche glanced at him, blushing without heartbeat, "Discount, buy four get three free. I still have three copies, I can give them to you if you want."

In an instant, he took out the other three unicorn books from the desk, red, green, and purple.

"Choose it, if you want that one, I'll give it to you!" Su Yunche raised his eyebrows.

Song Suqing choked, this color scheme of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, this exaggerated picture of unicorns, uh...he couldn't hold back.

"You're welcome, whoever we are with, I can't steal your equipment."

"You're welcome too, whoever we are with, what's mine is yours."

Song Suqing: "..." Brother Che failed in his studies, who brought him up! ! !

He silently lowered his head, and opened the red unicorn book, where the word "language" appeared to be written.

He suddenly discovered that Su Yunche had a small habit of writing.

When writing next to the word "yan", it will stick to the word "wu", like two people cuddling each other.

But in the next second, he covered this book, threw it aside, and took the next one.

Su Yunche saw: "..." Isn't it just being scolded, why torture my book.

Song Suqing flipped through the notes casually, and asked unintentionally: "Brother Che, do you really think I can make it into the top ten? Old Cao can't even guarantee it."

"Of course." Su Yunche took out the earphones from his pocket, with a calm and indifferent tone, "You are not stupid, and your poor grades are all because you fell asleep in class."

"Then have you ever thought about it, what if I study secretly, I will act for others to sleep in class." Song Suqing said lazily, "Actually, I tried my best, but it was useless, so I pretended to be doing nothing. It's useless to hide me."

His words were full of disdain, but his heart was beating drums all the time, he was afraid that Su Yunche would believe what he said.

Fortunately, a sentence came from my ear, "You are not such a person!"

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