Look at each other, smile and warm [GL]

Teenage students, in addition to wild and unconstrained thinking, only have tedious study.

I don't know who passed it on. Everyone in the cafeteria was saying that Song Qing beat Li Zihao to tears, that Li Zihao found fault, and that Song Qing deserved to punish him. The teachers didn't even hear about it, but they spread it one after another. It was scary.

Xu Jiao and Wu Niannian went up to the second floor, but Wu Niannian insisted on pulling her, "Today I have super delicious pork chops, I want to eat them."

Xu Jiao frowned and followed. Hearing a lot about Song Qing's fight on the first floor, she felt a little worried.

As a result, Song Qing was eating salmon slowly, nothing happened. As for Li Zihao who was beaten, let alone crying, his mouth was full of oil, and he even picked meat that his classmates didn't like.

After watching Xu Jiao, I thought about it. Just when I was about to lose weight with Wu Niannian, Song Qing just looked up and looked at them. There was still a piece of fish skin in his hand, and he planned to throw it away.

For a moment, the three of them froze, Xu Jiao didn't know whether to step forward or back, Wu Niannian looked at Song Qing expectantly, Xueba was looking at her, will she be invited to be at the same table?

Song Qing threw away the fish skin, drooped her lower eyelashes, and turned her head away from them.

Disappointed, Wu Niannian pulled Xu Jiao aside, Xu Jiao seemed too embarrassed to be seen now.

Pretending not to care about cooking, there is still a lot of salmon left. Today's pork chops are hot, Xu Jiao hesitated, and stretched out her finger to poke the direction of the salmon. Auntie was happy when she saw that the slow-moving product was sold out It's no good, it's rare that there is no trembling hand that gave her a solid one.

Wu Niannian ordered two pork chops and asked in surprise, "Do you like fish?"

"It's okay..." Xu Jiao sat down while carrying the food, and was far away from Song Qing again.

As soon as he sat down, Wu Niannian was about to sit next to Xu Jiao, but someone got ahead of him. He got angry and stared at the person who occupied his seat, "Get up, this is my seat."

Ning Bufan winked pitifully at her, Wu Niannian had no choice but to hum and sat opposite.

Xu Jiao glanced at Ning Bufan, and immediately rolled her eyes, planning to get up and change positions.

"Xu Jiao, listen to me, I was locked in the room by my mother last night, otherwise I wouldn't be able to let my mother leave the house."

Wu Niannian pricked up her ears and leaned over, "What? What's wrong with your mother?"

Xu Jiao didn't answer, Ning Bufan stopped her, and said helplessly: "I'm here to say sorry to you, I told you about my sister yesterday, but my role at home is really low, in order to express my apology, I would like to ask You eat Haagen-Dazs for a month."

Although he didn't understand, Wu Niannian grasped the key point and nodded quickly, "Okay, okay."

"No." Xu Jiao frowned impatiently.

Seeing her like this, Wu Niannian immediately shut up, feeling a little bit reluctant.

"Actually, besides menopause, there is another reason why my mother is like this." Ning Bufan scratched his head, looked at Song Qing over there, and whispered, "It's because of Song Qing's own mother."

Xu Jiao paused holding the plate, stepped out of the chair, thought for a while, stopped there, looked at him, and asked him to continue talking.

"A biological mother and a stepmother naturally dislike each other. My mother is very vain and has a good face. She thinks that Song Qing's biological mother is a good friend and looks very classy...so..."

"So these things were ordered by Song Qing's mother?" Xu Jiao got angry and put down the plate, Ning Bufan said: "I don't know, anyway, my mother is like this, just don't take it seriously."

"Why should I not take it seriously? Can any cat or dog bully me?" Xu Jiao's voice became louder unconsciously, and people around secretly paid attention to this side.

Ning Bufan quickly waved his hand: "No, no, of course not, I just said, don't worry about it, it's not good to be angry."

"Hmph." Xu Jiao picked up her chopsticks to eat.

Ning Bufan looked at her carefully, for fear that she would send him away.

Wu Niannian was confused, why Ning Bufan's mother and Song Qing's mother?

Suddenly seeing a red spot on Ning Bufan's neck, he asked curiously, "Ning Bufan, are you in a relationship? There are suspicious marks on his neck."

Hearing this, Ning Bufan blushed immediately, and pulled up the zipper of his school uniform in embarrassment, "What kind of relationship, my mother caught it, and the manicure she just made ruined me."

"Ah." Wu Niannian frowned, "Why is your mother like this? You're still hitting you when you're so old?"

Ning Bufan couldn't say too much, so he smiled faintly, Xu Jiao looked at him, and his expression eased, but Ning Bufan didn't look like his family.

"Then, does your Haagen-Dazs still count?" Wu Niannian was concerned about this, and Ning Bufan nodded, "Forget it, of course."

Xu Jiao glanced at him and whispered, "Two months."

Ning Bufan smiled, "Okay."

Wu Niannian followed immediately, "I want it too, I can do it in a month."

"Why do you still have your share?" Ning Bufan resisted a little, Wu Niannian's eyes widened, "You took my place, dangled around the door of our classroom in the morning, and gave me a sneak peek. Everyone thought we had something to do with each other. what?"

Ning Bufan showed an expression that I don't believe in killing you, I'm afraid it's not because you think too much.

After washing the dishes, Xu Jiao was about to leave the cafeteria when someone stopped her suddenly, "Hello."

Who, can't call people's names?

Turning around, she saw Song Qing standing at the door, giving her a sideways face, Xu Jiao immediately faltered, and looked around, is this person crazy?What is it close to in school?

Song Qing gave her a sideways look, "Go to the convenience store."

After finishing speaking, she left, regardless of whether Xu Jiaotong agreed or not. Xu Jiao puffed her cheeks and watched her go. After thinking about it, she forgot to tell Uncle Liu that she would pick her up after school in the morning. If she didn't follow up now , Song Qing probably won't take her with her at night.

Thinking of this, Xu Jiao followed.

The two entered the convenience store one after the other. There were not many people, so Xu Jiao and Song Qing turned into the stationery area with few people.

"Why did you call me here?" Xu Jiao asked softly.

Song Qing reached for some test supplies, "The test will take a few days."

Xu Jiao looked at her and was silent for a while, so what?

Song Qing obviously didn't think it was weird to buy test supplies together in advance, "What do you need?"

What the hell?

"Will you buy for me what I want?" Xu Jiao asked.

Song Qing nodded, "I have all your pocket money recently."

"Why?" Xu Jiao's eyes widened. It was true that she didn't ask for pocket money from her aunt, but she couldn't collect it from others.

"I'm afraid you will misuse it." Song Qing continued to take things.

Xu Jiao had no choice but to reach out and start to pick up things.

The selected ones were stuffed into Song Qing's hands, and Song Qing endured it, and when she finally took a bottle of drink and was about to give it to her hand again, she gave her a glare, Xu Jiao admitted her cowardice, and took the drink by herself.

Song Qing was holding a bunch of things, Xu Jiao looked around and came out from the cabinet first, took the drink, the clerk swept it, she took the drink and left, the clerk was stunned.

Overlord single!

Just about to call someone, someone came from behind, holding a bunch of things, "Let's check out together."

The clerk was stunned for a moment, looked at Xu Jiao who hadn't run outside, then at Song Qing, and paid the bill with the drinks just now.

"Divide into two bags." Song Qing glanced at Xu Jiao outside.

After a while, Song Qing went over with the bag, Xu Jiao took it and was about to run away, Song Qing said slowly: "It's mine."

Xu Jiao folded it back again, gave her the one in her hand, took the other one, and ran away again.

Song Qing was so angry, did he know how to eat people or what, he ran so fast?

Before returning to the classroom, Song Qing was caught by Tang Rosa, so she had to take the things back to the classroom and went to the teacher's office.

Tang Rosa's words were similar to yesterday's. This time, Lao Chen was not around, so she spoke quickly.

After a while, someone knocked on the door, and Tang Rosa smiled, "Come in."

Xu Jiao looked over, and saw Song Qing push open the door and come in, and saw a little complicated flash in her eyes.

"Teacher, are you calling me?"

"Well, it's like this. I think Xu Jiao's scores in liberal arts still have a lot of room for improvement. It just so happens that she is also in a liberal arts class, and our class is in science. There are not many good liberal arts. Ning Bufan's grades are not bad, but The subject is serious, so I thought about it, if you make up lessons, you should sit together."

Xu Jiao was startled, what?

Song Qing didn't speak.

Tang Rosa thought the two were hesitating, and said with a smile, "Song Qing, you have good grades in all aspects, and your liberal arts are relatively good. What do you think?"

Xu Jiao had no right to speak at all. Tang Rosa just wanted to give her a better deskmate and study environment, and she didn't need opinions at all.

Song Qing moved her eyes, and Xu Jiao shouted nervously in her heart: Song Qing, quickly reject her, speak louder, and be brave!

"it is good."

"..." Xu Jiao exhaled softly, Song Qing glanced at her, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

Tang Rosa nodded, "Then it's settled, change the seat tonight."

The two went out together, Xu Jiao hugged her homework, Song Qing seemed to want to say something, finally pursed her lips, said nothing, and hurried to her classroom.

Xu Jiao is going to die of depression all day, and the embarrassment is afraid that she will never get better.

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