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

Chapter 4 Come here, I will teach you (4)

Qiao Rong went out early in the morning.

Qiuqiu said strangely: [Host, why don't you wait for the young master to come together? 】

This will increase your chances of getting along.

Qiao Rong said confidently: "I want to prepare a gift for the young master!"

Qiuqiu suddenly realized: [You are right!The host is so smart! 】

However, when Qiao Rong came to the milk tea shop yesterday, Qiuqiu suddenly had some doubts, did the host really go out so early to buy a gift for the young master?

In the end, Qiao Rong only bought a cup of milk tea.

Because Qiuqiu said that if she bought milk tea for herself, the young master would think that he was just incidental.

And only buying one cup will give you a special and formal feeling of giving a gift.

Qiao Rong thought it made sense, so she could only silently plan to buy herself milk tea after school in the afternoon.

Before reaching the classroom, Qiao Rong saw the boy in front of the bicycle parking lot.

Today, he zipped up half of his school uniform, only a part of his white T-shirt was exposed. He was holding a schoolbag in one hand and the other in his trouser pocket.

He stared straight ahead, his bright red lips were pursed, and his black hair reflected slightly in the soft morning sun, bringing out a bit of beauty.

Qiao Rong quickly ran over and stopped in front of the young man.

Song Jiaran noticed the figure in front of him, and when he lowered his eyes slightly, he saw Qiao Rong's sweet and slightly silly smile.

Song Jiaran was silent for a while, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Rong bent her eyes, held the milk tea in both hands and handed it over, Nunuo said: "This is delicious, give it to you."

Song Jiaran glanced at the milk tea in front of him, but said nothing.

Qiao Rong waited for a while, seeing that he still didn't respond, he was a little anxious: "This is for you alone!"

After thinking about it, she added seriously: "Well, it wasn't incidental!"

As she spoke, she blinked her eyes, her eyes full of seriousness and seriousness.

As Qiuqiu said, gift giving should be formal and not perfunctory.

Song Jiaran paused, looked at the milk tea, then moved his eyes to Qiao Rong's cheek, then sighed slightly, reached out and took the milk tea.

Just as Qiao Rong was about to smile, he heard him say, "I don't like milk tea."

Qiao Rong's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he thought of something, then he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Then what do you like? I'll give it to you!"

Song Jiaran stared at the girl in front of him, his eyes were dark and deep, his lips were pursed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Qiao Rong tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously.

Song Jiaran turned his head slightly, and turned his gaze to the rockery in the distance: "I don't have anything I like."

After speaking, he took the cup of milk tea and left.

Qiao Rong silently looked at his back, thoughtful.

Qiuqiu was surprised and said: [Host, what are you thinking? 】

Qiao Rong thought for a while and said, "How come ordinary people don't have something they like?"

Generally speaking, whether they are humans or immortals, they should have something they like, just like she likes fur balls and drinks milk tea.

Qiuqiu continued to wonder: [You mean the reincarnation of the young master is not an ordinary person...]

Qiuqiu paused, and suddenly proudly affirmed: [The reincarnation of the young master is certainly not an ordinary person, it is definitely a height that ordinary people cannot reach! 】

Qiao Rong shook his head: "That's not what I meant."

Song Jiaran said that he didn't like anything.

Maybe Song Jiaran didn't want to tell her what she likes, or something happened to him so he didn't like anything.

Qiao Rong thought for a while and asked, "Qiaoqiu, do you know what happened to Song Jiaran?"

Qiuqiu faltered and said: [Hmm... host, this may have to be explored by yourself. 】

Qiao Rong paused and suddenly asked with some confusion: "Then what is your role?"

Qiuqiu said shyly: [As the most humane advanced system, I can chat with the host, so that the host will not feel lonely in the small plane~]

Qiao Rong: "..."

Song Jiaran walked to the classroom, conveniently put the milk tea on the desk, then took out the textbook from his schoolbag, and slowly flipped through it.

After a while, he stopped turning the pages of the book, looked sideways slightly, and moved his eyes to the cup of milk tea.

There was still some ice in the milk tea, and there were tiny drops of water on the wall of the cup, and a few drops slowly slid down, leaving a circle of thin water stains on the desk.

It seemed as if the hustle and bustle of the surrounding air had been instantly crushed.

Song Jiaran glanced at an empty seat in front of him, then turned his gaze back, lowered his eyes, a little lost in thought.

Then, he took out the straw, slowly inserted it into the milk tea, picked it up, took a small sip, and then pursed his lips. The few drops of milk stains left on his lips disappeared into his lips in an instant and disappeared.

The milk tea does not have the ice as expected, but it is very sweet.

When Qiao Rong returned to the classroom, she happened to hear the girls around her whispering.

"...I didn't expect to see a male god drinking milk tea one day."

"Yeah, that's strange, doesn't Song Jiaran dislike sweet things?"

"Before, Anyan from the class next door made cakes for him, but he didn't even eat them."

"But to be honest, don't you think the male idol drinking milk tea has suddenly become much more approachable!"

Qiao Rong listened for a while and thought, it turned out that Song Jiaran really didn't like drinking milk tea.

No, according to him, he didn't like anything.

Qiao Rong stood at the door of the classroom, slightly lost in thought.

Suddenly, I felt a line of sight cast over.

Qiao Rong looked over and met Song Jiaran's dark eyes.

There was no emotion in his eyes, but he gave people an inexplicable feeling of concentration.

Qiao Rong blinked.

Song Jiaran paused, then looked away and looked out the window, spinning a pen in his hand.

The pen was like a bamboo dragonfly, as if it was about to hover and fly from between his slender fingers.

Qiao Rong bent her lips sweetly.

(End of this chapter)