I heard that the idiot next door likes me

Speaking of it last time, when Pu Ying knew that Tao Yan had someone she was interested in, she silently shed tears of bitterness for the cute little Meng Qiqi next door.

On this day, after Pu Ying watched Tao Yan, who was dressed happily and looked like a dog, go out, she was planning to sing a poem to the little succulent who was raised by her, which was almost as tall as a hand, to express her innocence. The exclamation of love from beginning to end.

Then she heard a sound from outside.

"Senior, how are you?"

Wait, my poem hasn't been recited yet? !

Pu Ying made a split to the door with a dazed expression, and when she slid up from the ground, she found that the two people had gone far away.

I only saw the tall and short backs.

Pu Ying felt inexplicably desolate.

My own pigs will finally be able to play cabbage.

Still a fresh, juicy Chinese cabbage.

The pig mother, Pu Ying, turned around in relief, and chatted with her little cabbage, Gu Da Niao, about her life.

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After sending Meng Qiqi to the door of the classroom, Tao Yan came to 4013 with a backpack on his back, which is the next classroom where Meng Qiqi attends class.

There was no class in that classroom, only two or three people were studying by themselves.

Because Tao Yan's photo of her gangster brother was widely circulated, when she entered, some people looked up and smiled at her.

Sitting in the last row of the classroom by the window, Tao Yan turned to look at the lush trees outside the window.

It rained last night, and the temperature is very cool now. There is a little yellow bird with its feathers wet, lying on the ground like a wilt.

Beside him, a few slightly larger birds were chirping.

The little yellow bird was downcast for a while, then struggled again, but Tao Yan didn't look at it again.

She turned on the computer habitually, went to the website of the School of Communication, and brought up the information of Monchichi; but when she put the mouse on those text icons, she hesitated.

Because of her childhood experience, she was afraid to communicate with someone she didn't know.

But what if this person who I don't know the details is interested in, and I even say...someone I like a little bit?

Tao Yan tapped unconsciously on the table with his right hand, and the knocking sound of 'dong dong dong' quickly made someone in the front row turn to remind her.

Apologetically stopping what he was doing, Tao Yan deleted all the files on the desktop.

After deleting it, Tao Yan secretly cursed himself for being sick.

This feeling is really inexplicable, why are you interested in her?

We only met four or five times from beginning to end. Could it be that he was really fascinated by ghosts?

Thinking of this, Tao Yan suddenly became inexplicably irritated. She reached out and scratched her hair, installed the computer and went straight out.

And behind her, the little yellow bird flew up again with the help of her friend.

The door of the classroom of 4012 was not closed, Tao Yan stood in the shadow outside the classroom and looked at the people who were playing with mobile phones or listening to the class seriously.

The students of the School of Communication are generally very good-looking, and there are several famous beauties among the freshmen of this year.

But Tao Yan saw Meng Qiqi who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, wearing a pair of round-frame glasses, writing notes seriously.

Meng Qiqi's dressing style has always been very girlish. Today, he is wearing a white short shirt with puff sleeves, and a floral-style skirt on the outside. A small shiny Mickey head clip is clipped in the skirt neckline.

With her movements, the rhinestones on it flickered.

Almost blinded Tao Yan's dog's eyes.

Tao Yan stood there watching for a long time, until people in the classroom started whispering, and Meng Qiqi was also pushed to this side by his roommate.

The moment the two eyes met, Tao Yan suddenly smiled.

She waved her hands in an apologetic gesture and exited the classroom.

After struggling for a long time, she took out the computer and called up the information just now, and read it carefully from beginning to end. When the bell rang for the next class, she walked into classroom 4012 with her backpack in her hand and sat in the classroom. There is an empty seat behind Monchichi.

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Conceptual subjects are mostly boring. Even though Meng Qiqi listened carefully, she was still very sleepy after a class. She took off her glasses and was about to do eye exercises to save her eyes that were about to fail. Finger poked.

Hmm, does the taste sound familiar?

Her heart beat faster almost at that moment, but she still turned her head pretending to be calm.

Then he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes anymore.

"Ah, the teacher let us dove. So I came here to sit for a while..."

Tao Yan wanted to make himself cool, but the reason he was looking for seemed a bit uncool?

"There is a grilled fish shop outside the school gate. Pu Ying has something to do and can't accompany me there at noon, so why don't you go with me?"

"Eh?"

How did you feel when you first got an invitation from someone you liked?

Excited or overwhelmed?

Anxiously thinking that he had heard it wrong, he wondered if he would be liked more by being more reserved, but he couldn't control his mouth at all.

"it is good!"

Meng Qiqi's voice was a bit loud, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and the people in two or three rows around him also looked at this place.

Then they saw the helpless and doting smile on Tao Yan's face.

It really blinded the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes of a group of people.

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Regarding this post that was inexplicably pushed up by the brats in the media.

Tao Yan said: I think it's okay.

Meng Qiqi: >///< My heart is full of joy!

Pu Ying silently hugged Gu Dayiao, her Chinese cabbage, and chose not to speak.