his little candy

Han Che coughed lightly, as if he was choking, and turned his head. The picture of the little rabbit lying on the bed, blindfolded and asking him this sentence automatically appeared in his mind.

The others only saw Han Dashen coughing non-stop as if possessed by an evil spirit, and his face was also blushing.

Surprising!

Song Guo is such a soft dumpling, how can she still make Han Dashen say that she is blushing?

"Student Han Che, are you okay?" Song Guo's soft voice came.

Han Che turned his head and looked at this lovely flower in front of him, a delicate flower with a delicate voice, afraid of melting in his mouth, afraid of falling in his hands.

How can you recruit people like this?

Han Che took a deep breath, stared at Song Guo, and uttered a sentence after a while.

"I want to eat."

Song Guo parted her lips slightly, a little too slowly, when Han Che said, "You feed me."

Song Guo's voice was soft, and she scolded with righteous words: "Student Han Che is so old, he needs to be fed."

Han Che pinched Song Guo's cheek and raised his eyebrows lightly, "I just recited you all the way, Song Guo."

Song Guo pursed her lips and said in a muffled voice, "Then I'll give you one."

Han Che nodded.

Song Guo muttered again: "Just one."

Han Che nodded again.

Song Guo opened the snack bag of Wangzai's steamed bun, squeezed out a small steamed bun, and stretched it out in front of Han Che.

"garrulous."

Han Che bent his head, and put his white and tender little finger in his mouth.

"You're biting my hand." Song Guo's face became anxious in an instant, and she quickly pulled it out, and even gave Han Che a look.

Han Che pursed his lips, lowered his head, and swallowed the Wangzai steamed buns in his mouth.

night.

Song family.

When Song Guo was packing her schoolbag, she put the letter in again. When did she give it to Han Che? Singles' Day is already over.

And Han Che had already rejected Liang Shuxin, and Liang Shuxin asked him to send it out for her.

Isn't this superfluous?

Song Guo didn't understand what these girls were thinking.

The next day.

After Song Guo washed up and left the door, Han Che was already standing at the door of the elevator.

Blue and white school uniform, fresh hair, full of energy.

Song Guo was surprised that Han Che was wearing a school uniform.

After all, the boys in Class F don't like to wear school uniforms, except for routine inspections.

Han Che was carrying his schoolbag in one hand, he was not so mature in his clothes, he was not so silent, he looked more handsome and handsome, his clear and long eyebrows were full of youthful vigor.

Han Che nodded towards Song Guoyang: "Morning."

Song Guo waved his hand and smiled, "Morning, Han Che."

Into the elevator.

Han Che pressed the first floor.

Little Rabbit is a little sluggish today. Through the reflection of the elevator wall, Han Che frowned, turned his head and said, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Song Guo raised her head, "No."

Han Che reached out and swiped at the end of Song Guo's eyes, "Dark circles."

Song Guo rubbed her eyes, the reason why she didn't sleep well last night was not because of Han Che.

The letter is still in the bag.

Song Guo's eyes were blank, and her mind was still a little confused: "Well, it will be the same next month."

The elevator stopped, Song Guo walked out first, Han Che followed, and said in a casual tone: "Nervous?"

"No." Song Guo looked at Han Che seriously: "If you were the first in the grade again this time, would you come to Class A?"

After the final exams of Senior One and Senior Two, they will be divided into classes according to their grades. Senior Three is basically stable, and there will be no major adjustments. However, Han Che is now in the worst Class F. For the teachers of Class A, he must be in class. I hope that Han Che will come to Class A. After all, Class A is for Peking University and other institutions of higher learning to send outstanding students.

In Class A of No. [-] Middle School, at least one quarter of the candidates admitted to Peking University each year.

Han Che flirted with him lightly, and snorted softly, "I'll come if you want me to."

Song Guo opened her lips, swallowed what she wanted to say, glared at Han Che, and walked towards the subway station without looking back.

Take the subway to the gate of the school.

Han Che: "There is still time, eat pancakes?"

Song Guo looked at the stalls at the school gate, and his eyes fell on one of them, a little greedy: "I want to eat rice rolls."

Han Che asked for extra eggs, and Song Guo asked for extra meat.

Packed it up and carried it into school.

As soon as the two of them walked to the fountain, Su Ruan's voice came from behind. Before Song Guo turned his head, Su Ruan took his hand from behind.

"Little Guoguo, how was Singles' Day?"

Su Ruan leaned softly on Song Guo's shoulder, just as he finished speaking, suddenly, he felt a chill coming from his surroundings, and shivered suddenly.

He raised his head suspiciously, and saw Han Che standing beside him.

Su Ruan subconsciously hid behind Song Guo, why did she feel that Han Shen was a bit cold today and couldn't go one step further?

Strange classmates around looked at him, as if they were guessing about the relationship between Song Guo and Han Che.

Song Guo hung her head, tugged at the strap of her schoolbag, looked up again, glanced at Han Che, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm going up."

Han Che handed the breakfast to Song Guo, and his voice was obviously gentle, "Let's have lunch together at noon."

A trace of surprise flashed across Song Guo's dark eyes, "Huh?"

Han Che didn't wait for Song Guo to say anything, and said, "The canteen is waiting for you." After saying that, when he turned to leave, he glanced at Su Ruan's hand holding Song Guo lightly.

Su Ruan only felt that Han Shen's eye knife fell on his hand holding Guoguo, and inexplicably felt an illusion that his chubby hand was about to be stewed and eaten.

Su Ruan quickly withdrew her hand from Song Guo's hand, and after Han Shen's back disappeared into the corridor, she couldn't help whispering in Song Guo's ear: "Little Guoguo, why are you walking with Han Shen?"

Song Guo lowered her eyelashes lazily, pursed her lips, and said softly, "We are neighbors."

"What? What kind of bloody fate is this?" Su Ruan looked at Song Guo in surprise, with the expression of watching a bloody drama at eight o'clock.

Song Guo's face was full of black lines: "..."

"By the way, how did you live yesterday?" Su Ruan changed the subject, and suddenly she was in good spirits.

No matter how dull Song Guo was, she could tell that Su Ruan's breezy expression must have happened to something good, and the only person who could make Su Ruan like him was his goddess Ye Chunyin.

Song Guo saw through Su Ruan's expression, and said speechlessly: "Say what you want."

"Well, well, guess who I spent with yesterday?"

"Ye Chunyin."

"How do you know?" Su Ruan had a look of joy on his face, "Quickly ask me, quickly ask me".

Song Guo didn't bother to respond, she gave Su Ruan a faint look, and went up the stairs.

Back in the classroom, the math teacher came to the classroom early.

"I haven't even started class yet, so I'm here."

Su Ruan put down her schoolbag and sat down, angrily lying on the table, complaining to Song Guo.

After sitting down, Song Guo took out the test papers and flipped through a few. Suddenly, he took out all the test papers issued this week and quickly searched them.

No math paper?

Song Guo recalled that it might be at Han Che's house.

He scratched his head in frustration, and could only watch it with Su Ruan while waiting for the math teacher to start class.

But Su Ruan's font is written like ants fighting. The answer on the horizontal bar jumps up and down, and the handwriting combines virtual and real, so none of them write smoothly. It is really far from Su Ruan's appearance.

Finally made it to the end of get out of class.

Song Guo wanted to go to Class F to ask Han Che if he had seen his test paper.

At this time, someone in the class sent a message.

"Does anyone know Han Che from Class F?"

Classmate A: "Song Guo seems to know each other."

Song Guo: "What's the matter?"

He Jiajia: "I did a part-time job to pick up the courier. Han Che sent an order in the part-time job group. I picked it up, but I dare not send it."

He Jiajia usually wears a high ponytail. Although she wears rustic clothes, she has a pure face and doesn't talk much. The boys in Class A think she is a cool beauty.

Classmate C: "Don't dare to return it."

He Jiajia sent a disappointed expression: "I didn't know it was Han Che at first."

"What's wrong with Han Che? Han Che doesn't eat people." Another message came in.

He Jiajia posted a string: "..."

"I don't want to go to Class F."

"I'll help you." Song Guo glanced lightly, and sent a private message to He Jiajia.

He Jiajia came to Song Guo's seat with the courier in her arms.

The express package is huge, almost as tall as a Song Guo, and it takes up half of the space in the aisle.

Song Guo looked at the box in surprise, a little curious about what Han Che bought.

"Student Song Guo." He Jiajia called softly, and Song Guo turned his gaze back: "Well, okay, I will send it after the second class."

He Jiajia looked at Song Guo, "Thank you then."

"You're welcome."

Song Guo smiled politely at her, and the two light dimples on her cheeks became more friendly, making He Jiajia fall in love with this gentle young man at a glance.

The young man looked eagerly, and there was a pale pink tear mole at the end of his eye that was about to drip.

He Jiajia was taken aback.

It turns out that Song Guo, who has always been No.1, is not so unattainable and unreasonable.

Song Guo got up from his seat and looked at He Jiajia puzzled.

"Is there anything else?"

He Jiajia pulled a strand of her bangs back behind her ears, and smiled embarrassedly, showing a bit of embarrassment on her fair face that she didn't communicate much with others.

"It's okay, Song Guo just be careful."

"Huh?" Song Guo was a little puzzled, but He Jiajia had already left and returned to her own seat.