What's wrong with me having a beautiful face? [Entertainment]

The preparatory bell rang suddenly, breaking the strange silence.

"Qiao Yinong." Lin Xingzhi looked at him and suddenly called out.

Now everyone's eyes focused on the young man again.Qiao Yinong said stupidly: "Huh?" She didn't react yet.

Lin Xingzhi raised his hand and motioned him to look at the things in his hand: "Your student ID card."

Qiao Yinong woke up like a dream, touched his trouser pocket, it was indeed empty.

He really dropped it.

The boy hurriedly got up, facing the curious and inquiring eyes of his classmates, trotted to the back door, and said embarrassingly: "Thank you senior for helping me pick it up, otherwise it would be troublesome to go to the library to return the book at noon."

Lin Xingzhi handed it over and said, "Be careful next time."

Seeing that someone was about to leave, Qiao Yinong called him subconsciously: "Senior, wait, let me buy you milk tea!"

Lin Xingzhi shook his head and said calmly, "Thank you, you're welcome."

As soon as the voice fell, the head teacher of Class One (A) of Senior High just happened to turn around the corner with a lesson plan in hand.Seeing the students she used to lead, her stern face immediately became kind.

Lin Xingzhi also nodded to her, and called out, "Teacher."

After the two chatted for a while, the head teacher let Lin Xingzhi go back to his class.

Qiao Yinong stood at the door, stuck out half of his head, and looked at his tall and straight back like a poplar, secretly thinking that the senior was not as indifferent as the rumors described.

"Qiao Yinong." The class teacher patted his head lightly, and said angrily, "What are you doing there, go back to your seat."

Young people rarely see the world, and Qiao Yinong and Lin Xingzhi's "Legendary Encounter" worth only fifty cents will encounter layers of interrogation by girls.

But they really didn't have much intersection, and the only three times were just superficial, just a few seconds.

After the girls listened to it, they scattered like birds and beasts, disliking his experience for being mediocre, and lamenting why this idol drama-like plot didn't happen to them.

The focus of the boys' attention lies elsewhere.

They put Qiao Yinong's shoulders on their shoulders and said earnestly: "You have to remember, even if you are a flower in our class, you are still a man of indomitable spirit, and you will never be tempted by men."

"It's fine for girls, if even you, who have thick eyebrows and big eyes, rebel | change | life, then we straight men will also be nailed to the pillar of shame."

"You are the last bastion of our class!"

Qiao Yinong asked the sky speechlessly, and didn't want to talk to these people at all.

But the lives of him and Lin Xingzhi are indeed like two parallel lines, and since that day, there has been no opportunity to meet.

until a month later.

In the late autumn of October, there is still a bit of winter chill.In the physical education class, a group of people in class one (A) of high school sat on the side of the playground and were bored.

The physical education teacher was called away just now, and before leaving, he only hurriedly said: "Free activities first."

A group of sixteen and seventeen-year-old half-children are exactly the age of Shangfang Jiewa, so how could they listen.I don't know who took the lead, and said that they want to play the game of kings, and there was an immediate response.

The physical education teacher casually placed a folder on the lawn with a black fountain pen, which they used as a tool.Whoever turns the pen to it will be unlucky.

After a few rounds, the sound of howling and laughing resounded throughout the football field.Even in the classes in the teaching building, some people secretly raised their heads and looked out the window.

It happened to be Zhou Jinheng's turn to be the king, and he was eager to try, "Let me see which little unlucky guy is caught by me."

The tip of the pen stopped slowly, and he couldn't wait to shout: "Hurry up, hurry up, go and beat the wall of the first person who walks past the playground for me, the kind who wants to dominate the boss!"

Then I saw Qiao Yinong's face ashamed, as if he might as well jump off the building.And the black pen on the concrete floor was facing him straight up.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

Amidst their booing, Qiao Yinong stood up with a severed wrist, and went to wait on the concrete road outside the playground track.

Behind it were all the voices of classmates who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.

"Don't be afraid, Qiao Er, the brothers support you!"

"Which one of the lucky ones will be able to be the wall of a flower in our chest? It's not a small blessing."

Thus, Lin Xingzhi, who had just come out of the school's broadcasting room, appeared in everyone's field of vision along the cement road.

Qiao Yinong: ... Others: ...

Three seconds later, Qiao Yinong moved.

He looked back at his classmates, and the boys completely forgot that they all waved their hands there and told him to hurry up with their ardent expectations for him as the "straight man's last bridgehead".

Qiao Yinong: ...

The so-called vigorous effort, then decline and exhaustion, the young man solemnly recited a sentence: "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone."

Gritting his teeth, he stomped forward.

"Senior, Senior Lin." He called out tremblingly.

Showing a guilty conscience about to do something wrong.

Lin Xingzhi stopped, turned his face slightly, and looked at him quietly.

Qiao Yinong avoided his sight and glanced left and right.

On the left is the football field where their team stayed, and on the right is the badminton court, surrounded by barbed wire.There is no wall right now, so we can only make do with nets.

Therefore, Qiao Yinong kept apologizing to Lin Xing in his heart, but he could only put on a very serious expression on his face, forcing him to the right.

For some unknown reason, the latter was quite cooperative, so he backed up step by step until his back was leaning against the barbed wire.

Qiao Yinong stretched out her right hand and caught the grid beside Lin Xingzhi.

Originally, he wanted to look down on the boss in a cool and cool way, but he was not tall enough, so he could only look up and let others say "the boss is overlooked" to him.

All of a sudden, it feels like a tiger falling into Pingyang.

Qiao Yinong: ……………

Ok, fine, this is not the point, the point is the quotations from Ba Zong!

As long as the words are put in place, height is not a problem! !

So he raised his face and said in a deep tone: "You know, man, you have successfully attracted my attention."

Lin Xingzhi: ...

Looking over Qiao Yinong's head, Lin Xingzhi only needed to take a look at the excited crowd on the other side of the playground to understand what was going on.

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the young man in front of him, who was holding his breath stiffly to hold on to the scene.

In my heart, which has never been volatile, I suddenly had the desire to "make fun of it".

Lin Xingzhi lowered his head and asked, "Then?"

The deep voice was close at hand, and Qiao Yinong's breath swept across his forehead, making Qiao Yinong feel dizzy.

However, his brain circuit is occasionally different from that of ordinary people. The brain is crashing, but not completely crashing. In the fluctuating state, he still thinks:

Lin Xingzhi's reaction was so calm, and he could even talk to him in such a gentle tone. Isn't it a little lack of sense of crisis?

You are being harassed by a homosexual now!

How can there be no vigilance at all!

So, Qiao Yinong, who was salty and worried, couldn't hold back, and reminded worriedly: "Be afraid, I'm not normal."

Lin Xingzhi twitched the corners of his mouth and almost laughed out loud.

Just as Qiao Yinong had an impression of Lin Xingzhi, Lin Xingzhi also knew this junior pupil.

I'm afraid only the elementary school boy himself doesn't know that he has become a man of influence in the whole school as early as the first day he entered x middle school.

On the podium in the auditorium, the young man with picturesque eyebrows and high spirits is also like an oil painting frozen in time, lighting up the gray high school career of many students.

His eyeballs are like glass, clear and translucent, always containing the luster of water.

His lips are water chestnut shaped, pink and tender, and there is a small bead on his upper lip.

His skin is white and delicate, his brows and eyes are curved when he smiles, and there are shallow pear dimples on his cheeks.

After the welcome ceremony, Lin Xingzhi walked out of the auditorium, and the classmates around him were talking about this exquisite and beautiful junior.

There are also boys who sighed sadly, saying that if the elementary school boy was a girl, he would definitely chase after him.

And usually, no matter where Qiao Yinong goes, he is always the most lively around him, surrounded by a group of people, and the passing students are all secretly looking at him.

In a few days, Qiao Yinong's family background was also spread throughout the three grades of x middle school.

There really is a kind of person in this world who comes from a superior background, has both good character and learning, and looks outstanding. How can such a person not become a luminous body?

The girl said: "How can there be such a cute boy? I just met Junior Qiao, and I deliberately approached him to talk to him, and his face turned red all of a sudden."

Lin Xingzhi couldn't help but stretch out his hand, put it on the top of Qiao Yinong's head, and stroked the thick and smooth hair with his fingertips.And the young man who was taken advantage of was looking at him stupidly at this moment, and a layer of pink slowly appeared on his white and tender cheeks.

Lin Xingzhi thought: It's really cute.

"What are you doing!"

A furious roar came from far away, and everyone in Class One (A), including Senior One, turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, secretly thinking that they were about to suffer.

The person who came was the teaching director who was known as the ghost in x.

Just like in many novels and TV dramas, the teaching director is also a feudal |

A menopausal old man who is nearly fifty years old, the sparse hair on the top of his head is inversely proportional to his small belly. The more protruding the belly, the more bald the forehead.

Seeing this man rushing this way aggressively, the students of Class One (A) who were excited just now left the two of them without showing any emotion, and ran away collectively.

Qiao Yinong originally wanted to run, but he and Lin Xingzhi were locked by the dean, and someone pointed at them and shouted, "Don't move!"

So, afterward, he could only follow Gui Jianchou's ass dejectedly and go to the office to listen to the training.

At this time, Lin Xingzhi on the side suddenly took his hand.

The bony long fingers wrapped around him, Qiao Yinong blinked and thought blankly: So Bingshan's hands are also hot.

And this handsome senior who has always been known for his indifference moved his lips and said silently: Don't be afraid.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-2603:12:58~2021-08-2702:04:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of white fire;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!