The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 3 Come here, I will teach you (3)

However, imagination is beautiful, and reality always teaches you to be a human being.

Qiao Rong attended classes all day long, except for the Chinese class, other classes were like bibles to her.

When it was time to leave school, Qiao Rong was already lying on the table and almost fell asleep.

In the end, it was Qiuqiu who woke her up: [Host, wake up, the young master is leaving, and you still have to make friends with him! 】

Qiao Rong opened his somewhat misty eyes and turned to look.

At this time, the students in the class had almost left. The young man stood up, held his schoolbag in his hand, turned slightly to look at Qiu Rong, and then walked out.

Qiao Rong woke up instantly, packed her schoolbag hurriedly, and rushed out.

When Qiao Rong chased after the boy, the boy had almost walked out of the teaching building.

Qiao Rong inhaled slightly, then raised her voice and called out, "Stop...Student Song!"

Song Jiaran paused, then turned around.

Those dark and indifferent eyes looked over and met Qiao Rong.

"What's up?"

A very cold voice without any emotion.

Qiao Rong blinked, nodded, and asked directly, "Student Song, do you want a friend?"

Song Jiaran paused, then looked at Qiao Rong with his beautiful eyes, and said slowly, "Friend?"

Qiao Rong smiled: "Can I be your friend?"

Song Jiaran stared at Qiao Rong's smile for a while, then turned around and walked out expressionlessly: "I don't need friends."

No mercy.

Qiao Rong blinked, looked at his receding back, and asked Qiuqiu suspiciously: "He said he didn't need friends."

Qiuqiu: [...Host, you are too straightforward! 】

Qiao Rong wondered, "Aren't we going to be friends?"

Qiuqiu: [That’s right...but...]

Qiuqiu paused for a moment, then said helplessly: [Host, let me help you find a friend list! 】

Qiao Rong obediently said, without thinking too much, she walked directly towards the school gate.

After walking for a while on the street in front of the school, Qiao Rong stopped suddenly, moved his little nose, looked around, and muttered to himself: "What is it, it smells so good..."

"Joe Rong!"

A familiar voice came.

Qiao Rong looked sideways.

It was Qi Mengmeng, and beside her stood a handsome boy wearing glasses.

Qi Mengmeng ran over and took Qiao Rong's hand.

"Come here quickly! I'll treat you to milk tea!"

The handsome boy wearing glasses also gave Qiao Rong a shy smile.

Qiao Rong looked at the boy, searched in his memory, and then asked doubtfully, "Study committee?"

Qiu Rong simply wondered why the study committee member was here, but after hearing Qiu Rong's voice, Qi Mengmeng and the study committee member suddenly blushed together and their eyes flickered.

Qiao Rong suddenly felt even stranger.

Qi Mengmeng blushed, and said falteringly: "Don't worry about him, I'll treat you to milk tea, what do you want to drink?"

Qiao Rong's attention was diverted instantly, he looked at the milk tea shop, and his eyes lit up: "Is this fragrant thing milk tea?"

Qi Mengmeng handed her the menu and asked strangely: "Yes... which one do you want to drink?"

Qiao Rong looked at the menu in front of him, a little confused: "Um..."

The employee of the milk tea shop just made a cup of milk tea and handed it over: "Classmate, your milk tea."

Qi Mengmeng took it, inserted the straw, and handed it to Qiao Rong: "Why don't you drink my cup first, this is the signature milk tea of ​​this shop, it's delicious."

Qiao Rong took it over, looked it over, and took a sip cautiously and tentatively, the sweet and rich milky aroma instantly filled his mouth.

Qiao Rong's eyes sparkled suddenly, and she turned to look at Qi Mengmeng: "Hello, I like you!"

Anyone who gives me delicious food is a good person!
Qi Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Qiao Rong, why do you seem so cute today!"

Qiao Rong's eyes also turned into crescent moons: "You are so cute."

Qi Mengmeng was a little shy and before she could speak, the study committee member standing next to her suddenly blushed again.

Qiao Rong noticed, looked over strangely, and wondered: "Qiaoqiu, the study committee member's face is always red, is he sick?"

Qiuqiu: [...Oh, this is normal, host, you don’t have to worry... Ahem, host, I found a very practical guide to making friends. 】

Qiao Rong asked, "What is it?"

Qiuqiu cleared his throat, and continued: [First point, friends can send gifts to each other to enhance their relationship. 】

Qiao Rong asked suspiciously, "A gift?"

Qiuqiu: [Yes, for example, Qi Mengmeng and you are good friends, so she gave you a cup of milk tea. 】

Qiao Rong looked at the milk tea in his hand suddenly, then his eyes lit up slightly: "I see!"

Qiuqiu who was suddenly interrupted: […]

Does the host really know?

Why are you worried?

Song Jiaran returned to the villa.

Aunt Chen came out of the kitchen and saw the cold young man carrying a schoolbag: "Master, you are back, the food is ready, please remember to eat it in time."

Song Jiaran paused and responded.

Aunt Chen watched the boy put down his schoolbag, wiped his hands on the apron, hesitated to speak, and felt a little embarrassed.

Song Jiaran straightened up and looked sideways: "Aunt Chen, what's wrong?"

Aunt Chen said apologetically, "Master, something happened in my hometown, I want to go back for a while."

Song Jiaran lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and then said, "Well, let's go back."

Aunt Chen looked at the young man with some unbearable heart: "Master, it may take a month. You will be alone for this month, are you okay?"

Song Jiaran took off his school uniform jacket and said calmly: "It's okay."

He has long been used to being alone.

Walking upstairs, opening the door of the room, looking at the empty room, Song Jiaran suddenly paused, thinking of that girl today for some reason.

Her hair swayed gently with the breeze, and her fair cheeks became softer under the afterglow of the setting sun.

She has bright eyes bent, clear pupils, a serious look, and a sweet voice, solemnly saying that she wants to be friends.

At that moment, it seemed that something suddenly poked the bottom of my heart lightly.

Itchy and numb.

what is it then……

Song Jiaran lowered his eyes slightly, his expression a little dazed.

(End of this chapter)