I don't just want to dream about you

I knew that I shouldn't be a nerd, but now I don't know anything.Meng Yihuan muttered to herself, feeling a little embarrassed looking at herself in the mirror.

She doesn't like sports, and she never goes out to bask in the sun if she can stay indoors, so her complexion is fairer. Seeing her tender face when she was young, Meng Yihuan deeply lamented that the next years are a butcher's knife.

Shen Qinghan looked at Meng Yihuan with an indelible ink in her eyes. It seemed that she rarely had the opportunity to look at Meng Yihuan like this.

Speaking of it, it seems that this is the first time that I have the courage to take the initiative to contact the other party.

"You, do you want to consider coming to the student union?"

This is the second time that Shen Qinghan throws out an olive branch to Meng Yihuan. Meng Yihuan didn't join the student union in high school. In her eyes, the student union is a group of people who do all kinds of bad things.

But one thing to say, I don't think this beautiful senior is a bad person.

"I don't really want to." Meng Yihuan refused again, thinking that the other party might be unhappy, Meng Yihuan smiled and said, "I'm not very good at dealing with people, and if I go, I will only cause trouble for you, senior."

"What if I want you to come?" Shen Qinghan blurted out.

Only when Meng Yihuan came to the student union could he spend more time with the other party. Shen Qinghan didn't want to go back to the previous time at all, but cowardly missed the other party.

"Ah?" Meng Yihuan was stunned, his mouth opened slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

Are all the pretty seniors of this era so tough?

Why do you always invite yourself to the student union? Could it be because of your typing speed?It shouldn't be!That's just normal human speed.

It's impossible to look down on yourself.As soon as Meng Yihuan came up with this idea, she immediately dispelled it, bah bah bah, when did she become so shameless.

Thinking about it, it seems that the only explanation is that the dream is too good, and I want to give myself a beautiful senior.

It seems that Mengdu is playing assists for himself.

"Then, since the senior sister said so, I can't justify it if I don't come." Meng Yihuan tried her best to show a cute and cute smile, trying to show that she is harmless to humans and animals.

Suddenly remembering the fact that the math teacher was suspended at home, Meng Yihuan couldn't help but look at Shen Qinghan again and said, "That..."

Could it really be her doing it?

Meng Yihuan didn't know what to do, so she didn't know if she should ask about this matter.

"what happened?"

Does "the matter of the math teacher's suspension..." have anything to do with you?Meng Yihuan really wanted to ask, but felt that it was not very good, so she shook her head, "It's nothing."

"You can understand that I did it." Shen Qinghan admitted generously, instead of letting Meng Yihuan think wildly, it's better to explain clearly by himself.

What?Are the students of this age so rampant?Can you suspend a teacher if you want to suspend the teacher?

Meng Yihuan fell into confusion.

But it all boils down to dreaming.It is the power of dreams!

Shen Qinghan didn't have the ability to read people's hearts, so naturally he didn't know what weird things were going on in Meng Yihuan's head.

When she first came to this school, her parents donated a building, and these school leaders naturally knew to support themselves.

In addition, the teacher seemed to be very incapable of being a person on weekdays. I just mentioned a few words, hoping that the teacher would pay more attention, but it was understood that I was unhappy with the teacher and suspended the other party.

"Then... are you strong?" Meng Yihuan still felt that it was a bit outrageous, as expected, only in dreams would there be such a person who was like cheating.

However, the suspension of the math teacher at home seemed to be of great benefit to him, so Meng Yihuan soon forgot about it.

This time, Meng Yihuan's results in the monthly exam have basically improved significantly. I don't know if Shen Qinghan said something to the new math teacher or he voluntarily praised Meng Yihuan a few times.

This made Meng Yihuan blush uncomfortably.

After the monthly exam, Shen Qinghan gave Meng Yihuan a place to sit in the student union for evening self-study.

It was also the same, Meng Yihuan finally understood how free this senior was.

"Senior sister, don't you go to study by yourself at night?" Meng Yihuan asked Shen Qinghan, who was resting his chin and looking at him, who was boringly writing.

"Don't go, the class is so hot, there is no air conditioner." Shen Qinghan's voice was lazy, with a coquettish tone.

Of course, it seems that the other party seems to be talking like this.

The air conditioner in the student union was blowing, and it was indeed very comfortable. Meng Yihuan also thought this way before bringing homework to the student union.

It's just that, as expected, I still don't know mathematics... Hey, I understand everything in class, so why can't I write it.

"Why do you still have a sad face while doing your homework? No way?" Shen Qinghan asked, moving the stool closer to Meng Yihuan and asked.

"Hmm...I'm not very good at drawing questions like geometry," Meng Yihuan said.

"Can you show me?" After getting Meng Yihuan's consent, Shen Qinghan turned the notebook in front of him, still holding the pen that was wandering around in his hand.

Shen Qinghan's hands are beautiful, it would be a pity not to play the piano.Meng Yihuan looked at Shen Qinghan who was drawing a picture for himself and thought, he is also a human being, how come the other party's hands are more beautiful than his own?

"Look at the first question, first mark the ACE, and then move the line across, can it be evaluated?" Shen Qinghan spoke the question with her hair loose, her palm-sized face was extremely delicate .

"Well, it seems to be?" Meng Yihuan said, she would not say that she was just distracted by looking at Shen Qinghan's pretty face.

"Is it in the formula book? Have you memorized it?" Shen Qinghan asked while shaking the math book Meng Yihuan put on the table.

"Um... I didn't remember." If I memorized the formula, how could I still bring the book.

"You, you don't memorize what you should memorize, and you're still in a daze." Shen Qinghan took the book and tapped Meng Yihuan's head lightly, "Hurry up and memorize after finishing your homework, do you understand?"

Damn, why did this senior speak in such a gentle voice, Meng Yihuan felt as if she was floating on a water bed, she had no temper at all.

"Know it"

"By the way, senior sister, how are your grades?" Meng Yihuan asked the first question, leaving the math homework aside.

"Average? But I'm an art student, and I don't have that high requirement for cultural points, I'm just a little better in science." Shen Qinghan said, "It's just a little better."

Shen Qinghan didn't mention this, Meng Yihuan almost forgot that the other party was an art student.

In high school, there seemed to be a chain of contempt. Liberal arts and science despised each other, but both despised art students and sports students.

Before the math teacher was suspended, he once mocked the sports students, saying that they were all brainless things, and they were just materials for practicing sports.

Meng Yihuan did not express any opinion on this.One is that I know that I can't argue with the other party on this matter, and the other is that I dare not speak up.

But after going to college, Meng Yihuan is often envious of the physical strength of sports students.As long as I have that physical strength, would I still be afraid of the [-] in the physical test?

"Then senior sister, is there a performance on New Year's Day this year?"

After getting along with the other party for a while, Meng Yihuan became more courageous and spoke more casually, lying on the table and looking away from Shen Qinghan.

"Yeah... yes, the dance club asked me to do a street dance with them." Shen Qinghan thought of this, and was a little entangled.

Meng Yihuan had no idea what it would be like for Shen Qinghan, who looked like someone else's rich flower, to dance on the street.

In my mind, I automatically imagined a big peony shaking its head and scattering all the petals.

I really want to see it, I'm so curious!

Can I use my consciousness to immediately jump time to New Year's Day?Meng Yihuan tried very hard to keep expressing it in his mind, but the result was as useless as before.

"Why are you depressed?" Seeing Meng Yihuan's look of lovelessness, Shen Qinghan smiled, his eyebrows curved, and he couldn't help but touch Meng Yihuan's head with his hand, "Cheer up, you haven't finished your homework yet."

"Is there any way to make the time go directly to New Year's Day?" Meng Yihuan wailed, she really couldn't figure out why she was so aggrieved in the dream, and she was studying and studying honestly every day.

Although the math teacher was suspended and left at home, another middle-aged uncle came to teach me math, but how can I say that I just can't learn the subjects I'm not interested in.

"No." Shen Qinghan sat upright, guessing that Meng Yihuan said this because of the thing about dancing that she just talked about. She had learned this dance before and won the first prize for the team at that time, saying that she was hesitating It's just because I'm afraid of wasting the time I spend with Meng Yihuan.

The opportunity is so rare, she wants Meng Yihuan more than honor.

To Meng Yihuan, this might be just a dream, but in Shen Qinghan's eyes, it wasn't.

She really thought that she had traveled back to high school.

After a car accident, when I woke up, I went back to the sophomore year of high school. Going back to the past, the most important thing is to make up for the regret.

For several days in a row, Shen Qinghan was confirming whether she had really time-traveled back to high school. Apart from time-traveling, she couldn't think of anything else, a better explanation.

After confirming that she traveled back to high school, she wasn't too dazed, she was overjoyed above all else, and she finally had a chance to make up for something she had always regretted.

It's just that that day, before I took the initiative to find the other party, the other party was called to criticize by a teacher. I didn't think much about it, so I called my friend and paid the teacher out.

Shen Qinghan can't forget at all, how he pretended to approach the other party so naturally.

Meng Yihuan, Shen Qinghan chewed and tasted the name again and again in his mouth, but there was only a gentle and approachable smile on his face, and he walked slowly towards Meng Yihuan.

The other party was still the same as he knew him, honest and cute.

"Yihuan" Shen Qinghan called out.

"What's the matter, senior?" Meng Yihuan sat up straight and asked.

"Do you... want to watch me dance?"

Why would the other party ask yourself this kind of question? Is there any other choice besides saying that you want to?

"Of course I want to watch it, senior dance must be super cool"