I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Every day that followed, Song Qiulin would deliver all kinds of food to the small window in the last row of the fourth shift. Wen Yu, based on the principle of not taking advantage of the advantages, accepted all her compensation, and Fang Yang, as the middleman, was responsible for delivering the food to the small window. Tell Song Qiulin about his own observations.

Fang Yang: She likes today's fish porridge very much. There are nuts and chocolates left, and she says it's too greasy.

Qiu: OK, thank you.

Scroll up the records of the two of them.

22 days

Fang Yang: She likes the crab roe buns very much today, but complains that the rice cakes are a bit hard.

Qiu: OK, thank you.

23 days

Fang Yang: She likes today's durian millefeuille, but she said she can't eat too much sugar, so she didn't finish it.

Qiu: OK, thank you.

……

Fang Yang: Is Song Qiulin essentially a repeater?

"belch……"

Wen Yu finished eating the dumplings in the insulated box, touched his swollen belly, and skillfully reached out to tear off the piece of paper with a long string of numbers on the bottom.

"Wen Yu, are you still planning to forgive her?"

"Forgive?" Wen Yu wiped his mouth with a tissue, "Let's talk."

"Aren't you the one who said you were going to violently attack her on campus two days ago?"

"right."

"so……?"

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled, his tone was kind, "Don't think I don't know that you are a little spy, and you are looking for information for the enemy?"

Fang Yang: ...

"Call her to wait for me in the volleyball hall in the afternoon."

Song Qiulin's "compensation" is delicious and good, but Wen Yu is not a little girl who can be coaxed well with that kind of benefit.

She wants... to pay in blood!

The second year of senior high school in ordinary classes is not compulsory for evening self-study, especially for day students. After class, Wen Yu would rush out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

At this point, the boarding students swarmed to their dormitories or the cafeteria, and the day students rushed to the punctual bus. The volleyball hall was empty and there was no one there.

Wen Yu borrowed a hoop from the equipment room next door, squatted down on the spot, took out small dried fish from his pocket and ate them one by one.

This stuff was also fed by Song Qiulin, she tasted a mouthful and was astonished, and immediately went to a certain treasure to store up ten boxes.

The winter season is approaching, the evening is getting dark quickly, and the sky is gray at five o'clock.

Wen Yu didn't turn on the light, and chewed the crispy dried fish, watching the light-dark boundary line on the ground move little by little with time, getting closer and closer to the door.

"It's not coming yet." She bit off a fish tail with her sharp canine teeth, and then stuffed the remaining fish head into the plastic bag in her pocket.

Wait for another ten small dried fishes, if they don't come, the relationship between the two of them will be considered a big knot!

"Kachi...Kachi..."

"Sorry." A warm voice came from the doorway with a small gap, someone pushed the glass door open, and a slender shadow entered the venue, "Teacher dragged the hall."

Song Qiulin arrived in a hurry, he didn't even pack his books, his hands were empty.

"Don't turn on the light?" She is a bit short-sighted. She usually doesn't wear glasses when she's not in class, and she only sees a dark shadow in a dark place.

"Don't open it."

Wen Yu stood up, clapped his hands, picked up the ball at his feet, and pointed to a point on the opposite side, "Just stand there."

Song Qiulin didn't know why, but Wen Yu didn't give her time to react.

In the next second, the sound of the wind brushed past Song Qiulin's ears, and there was a collision sound on the floor on the right side of her body, and the blue and yellow volleyball bounced and rolled to the side.

She didn't turn her head to look at it, because at this moment, there was a volleyball flying towards the center of her field of vision from far to near.

Insufficient strength, arc drift.

Song Qiulin kept his back straight, neither frightened nor dodged, he didn't even blink his eyes, with a determined posture, the ball won't hurt her in the slightest.

Sure enough, the second ball lost its strength and fell to the side not far from her eyes.

"Tsk."

After missing two consecutive balls, Wen Yu's patience was gradually exhausted, and he couldn't even do a good serve posture. He picked up the ball in the frame and threw it high.

Song Qiulin, "Do you want me to get closer?"

Judging by the tone of voice, I guess there is a little sympathy.

"No need!" Wen Yu yelled, "I have backbone!"

"Hmm." Song Qiulin pursed his lips, and the faint laughter was clearly heard in the empty stadium.

Wen Yu blushed, "Why are you laughing!"

"It's nothing."

"Then you just shut up and stand there obediently. I'll beat that blow back and we'll be separated."

"Row."

Song Qiulin pulled the sleeves of the school uniform to the elbow joints, raised his forearms with both hands, and made a standard serving posture in the air, "This way, it's easier to exert force. Keep your eyes on the ball, not my face."

"You don't need to teach me!"

"Bang!" Another ball missed.

"You can extend the range to the whole body, and the larger the target, the higher the hit rate."

"..."

Wen Yu threw the ball and walked towards her quickly, speeding up a little bit, changing from walking to running, speeding up his clenched right fist against the wind and slamming it at the delicate face that annoyed her.

"stop."

The fist was wrapped in a wide and warm palm, obviously it was loosely restrained, but Wen Yu couldn't break his hand out despite all his strength.

A slightly deep voice sounded above her head, her tone was calm, patiently as if she was teaching a close junior, "There is a problem with the fist making posture, so fingers and wrists are easy to be injured."

Wen Yu was panting like a calf, his chest was bulging, and he raised his eyes to stare at Song Qiulin as if he wanted to swallow her in one gulp.

"The eyes are good." I don't know if it's because the light is not too bright, but Song Qiulin's eyes seemed to be filled with deep emotions. She raised her hand and rubbed the skin under Wen Yu's eyes with her index finger. The force was light and gentle, It feels numb to the touch, "It's just that the hands are boring."

"you!"

"Huh?" Song Qiulin raised his final voice like a cat, pulled Wen Yu's wrist closer, and took a close look at her beautiful eyes, "Do you still fight? I'll teach you?"

She picked up a ball from the ground, held Wen Yu's hand and hugged her, and then pulled it to her heart, "It's so close, is it enough?"

Wen Yu lowered his head, stared at the other school badge on the chest of her school uniform, and finished tracing the strokes of her name with his eyes. The strange heartbeat in his chest still couldn't calm down, his palms were sweating a little, and his fingers were numb. It seems that I don't even have the strength to hold a ball.

"This?"

Song Qiulin raised her arm, pulled it down to his forehead, then lowered his head and asked her, "Is it going to smash this?"

Wen Yu looked into her eyes, subconsciously swallowed nervously, "You've lost your mind before I smashed it?"

The man stared straight at her with black and white eyes, "Are you sure you don't want to smash it?"

"..."

"Don't smash it, we just can't get rid of the relationship."

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