I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

"..." Wen Yu vented his strength, "Can you speak without panting?"

"Okay." Song Qiulin turned his head to look at her, "There are still 5 minutes left for the morning self-study class. The head teacher will use it to proofread the English papers. After class, all subjects will collect homework. Have you received your test papers? Have you finished writing last night's papers? Can it be delivered on time?"

"No."

Come on, I beg you!You better shut up!If you don't say this, I also know that you are the monitor!

Wen Yu checked the paper written by Li Yanran, and simply checked the answers.

His eyes stayed on the last question.

Li Yanran's auxiliary line is not the same as that added by Song Qiulin, so of course the algorithm behind it is completely different.

She closed the test paper, took out a draft, opened a blank page, and drew the title again, intending to do it from beginning to end by herself.

The old witch entered the classroom by stepping on the bell of the morning self-study.

As soon as she came in, everyone stopped what they were doing, took out the paper from the drawer, and prepared the red pen.

Wen Yu remembered the stack of things the old witch gave her last time, and took out a blank scroll from it.

"The morning self-study time is not long, we make a quick decision, finish the match in 15 minutes, and give 5 minutes to draw someone to the blackboard to write the first three unit words randomly."

Wen Yu led the paper and turned it over from the front to the back, and finished it in 15 minutes?

The old witch glanced at her and called her name, "Wen Yu, listen to me carefully, and you will be the one who writes silently later."

Wen Yu:? ? ?

She turned to look at Song Qiulin, "Is she targeting me, is it my illusion?"

Song Qiulin didn't speak, and silently exchanged his all-correct paper with hers, and there was a printed vocabulary list beside it, "She will most likely get the one I circled in red, so you memorize it."

The old witch didn't say a word of nonsense, and soon started to get it right. Only then did Wen Yu know why she got it right so quickly.

Because of those questions that are not too difficult, she assumes that everyone will know it and skip it directly. For ordinary questions, she will report the answer and name the question. The most difficult questions will only take up to 1 minute.

Unlike math class, Wen Yu doesn't have the talent of others to focus on two things in English, so she can only solve the difficulties in front of her first.

Fortunately, she has a good memory, and can memorize one mathematical formula in ten seconds, but she rarely puts her mind on memorizing words.

Drawing the words that Song Qiulin circled for her, she silently recited them in her heart, closing her eyes and going through them over and over again.

Song Qiulin circled more than [-] people. According to the old witch's urination, it is estimated that [-] to [-] people will be drawn. She can be at least half right without being scolded, so the psychological burden is not too big.

"Okay, put away the papers." The old witch put down the papers in her hands, "I'll order five and put them on the blackboard."

She walked down, turned around, and took pictures of several people's tables as she passed by, signaling to come on stage.

"Ah! It's me again!" Zhang Youyuan exhaled and lay down on the table.

Tang Yi smiled at the side, "As long as your hearing is above [-] once, she won't target you so much."

When passing by Wen Yu's side, of course, she did not ignore her correct English paper, and when she pulled it over, she saw that it was Song Qiulin's name.

"Squad leader, work harder. If you have time to supervise her, at least let her not take a nap in my class openly."

Song Qiulin nodded.

Wen Yu turned his back to the old witch and made a face at her, "Squad leader is amazing."

Song Qiulin couldn't help laughing.

When the old hag left, whisper to her, "Yes, the squad leader is amazing." Then remind her, "You should go up."

"Oh."

Wen Yu folded the paper Song Qiulin gave her and stuffed it into his sleeve, and used it as a cheat sheet if he was fully prepared.

"Hey, Wen Yu, let's go together."

Zhang Youyuan changed positions with the students next to him.

Wen Yu took the chalk she handed over, "Can you do it?"

"will not."

"No, stay away from me."

"I don't know how to come to your side." Zhang Youyuan said confidently.

Wen Yu: ...

"The first word..." The old witch behind her began to report the words.

Wen Yu raised his right hand and patted Zhang Youyuan's waist, "Hush!"

"ok ok!"

A total of fifteen reports were submitted, all of which were in Song Qiulin's circle.

"Hey! Don't go!" Zhang Youyuan called her in a low voice.

Wen Yu took the chalk back into his hand and asked with a questioning look.

"Stand and help me block for a while, my goal is too big for me alone."

The three people on the side had already quieted down, and they were the only two left on the stage. If Wen Yu also left, Zhang Youyuan's situation would be a bit miserable.

"hurry up."

Zhang Youyuan changed his hand to hold the pen, and took the opportunity to take a step in her direction, "Your handwriting is too ugly, I can't read it clearly."

Wen Yu: Damn me? ? ?

"What number, I will report to you."

"4, 7, 8, 12."

"..." You are asking a lot.

Song Qiulin took the pen in his right hand and tapped on the book, sitting down and watching the two heads above their heads biting their ears openly, their eyes were a little cold.

The old witch was standing next to her, with an even uglier expression.

Tang Yi shook his shoulders, lighting candles for the two in his heart.

What are you thinking, do you think that as long as you turn your back to everyone, you won't be seen?

It's a little smarter to hide your ears and steal your bell.

"call……"

Zhang Youyuan let out a long sigh, and walked off the stage side by side with Wen Yu with a happy face.

After sitting down, Zhang Youyuan patted Wen Yu on the shoulder, "They also said that your grades are poor, but I think you are pretty good."

Wen Yu heard this a lot, "You know my grades and you still copy mine?"

"The ones on the stage just now were the bottom ones in our English class. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. At least you can write."

"..."

The old witch held a piece of red chalk and stood next to Wen Yu's answer, said one by one, and then wrote it on the side.

Wen Yu: "Did I write it wrong?"

Song Qiulin raised his eyes, "Words."

"What's wrong with the words?"

Tang Yi interjected, "The wording is too ugly, she did it on purpose."

"That's right, you know she did it on purpose, right?" Wen Yu finally found a sense of identity, "No matter how ugly it is, it's the right answer."

"She told us that five points are awarded for the roll, and ugly words are equal to free points, which is a crime."

Wen Yu: "Then I will be guilty of an unforgivable crime."

Zhang Youyuan covered his face and laughed, "You have something interesting to say."

"The next few!" With a roar, a piece of chalk was thrown towards Wen Yu.

She lowered her head quickly in response, and Zhang Youyuan at the back table was hit straight.

When the old witch came down, Wen Yu hurriedly sat up straight, but as soon as he lowered his head, he saw half of the "cheat sheet" in his sleeve exposed.

I am Cao, I am grass, I am grass!

She tugged on the cuff, almost pulling the paper out, and in a panic, she tucked her whole arm into the hem of Song Qiulin's school uniform.

Song Qiulin, who was writing the test booklet, felt the cold touch in his abdomen, put down the pen, lowered his right hand, stuck into his clothes, and finished the delivery work in the large school uniform with his nervously trembling fingers.

His expression was calm, his movements were smooth, and he didn't look nervous at all, as if he just borrowed a pencil from Wen Yu.

Wen Yu felt a warm hand take away the hot potato from his hand, and only then did his rapidly beating heart ease slightly, and even his stiff face regained some blood.

He held his breath and waited for the old witch to walk past her without looking sideways, then picked up the draft book and slapped her face.

"What are you looking at? I didn't copy it." Noticing that Song Qiulin was looking at him, Wen Yu whispered.

She did plan to leave a way out for herself, but the old witch's report was not as much as she imagined, and it happened to be in the order she recited, so it came down by short-term memory.

"These words are not too difficult." The implication is that even if you are right, you have nothing to be proud of.

She straightened up and tucked back the lining that Wen Yu accidentally pulled out just now. Wen Yu glanced over and just saw half of the thin white waist and the firm abdomen line on it.

"cough!"

Wen Yu saw it, and coughed unnaturally.

"Excuse me?" Song Qiulin pulled the corner of his mouth, "Isn't it me who was molested?"

"Song Qiulin." The tip of Bai Nen's ear was burning red on the person whose back was facing her.

"Yeah." Song Qiulin stared at it with great interest.

"Can you shut up?"

"Heh." She leaned on the table with her hands and smiled softly, "Okay."

No matter how cute a person is, if he teases him too much, he will lose his hair. Boiling frogs in warm water is the most suitable.

It can be seen that the old hag has great prestige in class one, and many people can hear a long sigh of relief after class.

I don't know if these people felt it themselves, but Wen Yu heard a few people around sigh.

Sigh after reciting words, sigh after writing a paper, and sigh when getting up to go to the toilet.

After a long time, she also felt depressed, and could feel the heavy pressure on the head of the first class.

"Sister Song, please lend me your mobile phone." Zhang Youyuan patted Song Qiulin on the shoulder, "Use your account to vote for Li Yanran with high points, and I will pay you back the money next time."

"No loan."

"You borrowed Wen Yu, I saw it just now."

Wen Yu had just opened the packaged fish tofu and was about to eat it. Before the food was in his mouth, he heard Zhang Youyuan's words and immediately looked at her with wide eyes.

"What is 'all'?"

Zhang Youyuan: "Don't you say that friends come first, first come first? Sister Song and I have known each other for two years, and you have only been better for a few days. Why are you favored more than me?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wen Yu coughed until his face turned red.

What does it mean to be "well" for a few days?

What the hell is being favored?

"To shut up."

There was an extra metallic mobile phone on Zhang Youyuan's desk.

Tang Yi: "No, isn't there anyone in our circle who studies?"

Song Qiulin wrote the question bank silently with his back turned to her, Zhang Youyuan watched the live broadcast with headphones on excitedly, Wen Yu innocently bit the fish tofu in his hand, and handed it to her, "Do you want it?"

Tang Yi sighed, feeling powerless.

Wen Yu shut up and turned his head.

Two seconds later, Tang Yi's voice came from behind him again.

"want."

"Take it, I brought a lot." Wen Yu reached into his schoolbag, pulled out a large bag, and distributed a few dollars to Tang Yi and Zhang Youyuan's desks.

"There are spicy ones and non-spicy ones, share among yourself."

After finishing the assignment, she turned back and winked at Song Qiulin, "Do you want it?"

Song Qiulin: ...

In fact, she doesn't like to eat snacks. Her mother helped them develop the habit of not eating snacks outside of meals, especially the three-no products that are high in oil and salt.

She stared at the beige block of tofu soaked in red oil, hesitated.

"Try it, it's delicious."

"Ah."

Qianqian responded, Song Qiulin lowered his head, bit off half of the piece in her hand, pursed his light-colored thin lips, and nodded after a while, "It's okay."

Wen Yu held up the half piece of fish tofu, neither eating nor throwing it away.

What is wrong with this man.

Don't have long hands?

After the second period, there is a big break, and the whole school gathers on the playground to form square running circles.

As soon as the bell rang, the students stood up sighing and dragging their feet outside.

Wen Yu moved forward with the stool and let Song Qiulin go out.

"Aren't you going?" Zhang Youyuan tugged at her.

"Well, I have a leave form."

"What's the reason?" Tang Yi leaned over curiously, her distaste for running exercises was unmatched, "I went to the small clinic to open the medical records last time, and the old witch saw them all and sent them back. How did you do that?" of."

Wen Yu smiled, "Maybe it's because the small clinic I found is more realistic than yours that prints medical records."

"Cut, it's boring."

Song Qiulin stood at the door and looked at the two of Lai who were sitting next to Wen Yu's seat, "Go or not? You will be fined twice for being late."

"Here we come!" Zhang Youyuan grabbed Tang Yi's arm and ran out.

Wen Yu sat on the seat, and heard the noisy footsteps approaching the stairs on the right. When the second class passed by their class, someone would always look in. After bumping into her, they immediately looked away in an unnatural manner. But within a few steps, he pulled the classmates beside him and whispered.

"It's true, Wen Yu from class four has been transferred to class one."

"Didn't she just transfer here not long ago, and she even took the midterm exam? How did she get here?"

"What do you say..."

This "what do you think?" Wen Yu was in no mood to listen to their making up anymore, so he closed the window, moved his butt to Song Qiulin's position by the window, and leaned his back against the wall.

Without the human voice, the teaching building is extremely quiet, as if no one will notice what you do here.

Wen Yu took out his phone from his pocket and played with it casually.

Idle and bored, she fucked o.

The advertising banner of the anchor competition was hung in the most prominent position on the homepage, and many anchors from other districts also participated in the competition for this promotional opportunity.

The official specially opened a special live broadcast area for the contestants to solicit the popularity of the live broadcast. After a casual glance, they saw that the popular king of the chicken eating mobile game area "Steel Gun Iron Fox" was ranked at the top, followed by Li Yanran.

Wen Yu wasn't interested in this stuff, so he retreated to the video channel and started browsing.

o In addition to live broadcasts, you can also submit videos, and the number of likes and collections of videos reaching a certain level can also be recommended on the homepage.

She hasn't wandered around here for a long time, and found that the popularity list is full of ids she doesn't know.

Walking around, she suddenly found a familiar name.

Autumn.

Anyway, it is the word "autumn" that she knows, but the autumn she knows can only appear in the barrage list.

However, the avatar frame of this id is the unique special effect frame only available at the tenth level on the o platform.

The avatar frame that hangs in the leader position of her live broadcast room all the year round.

Wen Yu stared at the popular push, her heart was beating, and she was even a little nervous. She took several deep breaths back and forth before she dared to click on it.

It was a game-related video submission, a chicken-eating teaching video, without showing his face, occasionally there were a few words, and the bullet screen was filled with "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh""ears are pregnant" without showing their face.

When Wen Yu heard the voice, he was already more than half sure, but he still clicked on the homepage of the contribution id with a 100% confirmation mood.

On the contribution list on the right, her avatar and id hang there brightly.

Only her name.

I hadn't clicked on it before, but I didn't know that Qiu only gave me a gift, and I thought he was a big donor who held a lot of money and was merciful.

Well, it's the same person, he's fixed, and he can't run away.

Wen Yu withdrew again to watch the viewership of the video, which was 320 million.

Posted three days ago.

The tip of his tongue pressed against his palate, it was difficult for Wen Yu to describe his current mood.

In the barrage before, people have been joking that Qiu is hotter than her, the host of the live broadcast room. At that time, I didn't think it was a joke.

But this joke turned out to be true.

She remembered the teaching videos contributed by Li Yanran, the one with the most views was only more than 500 million, and it was still accumulated so far.

Wen Yu squeezed his phone, and watched this person's self-introduction homepage for more than ten minutes, his head was stuffy and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Qiu feels differently from the general fans.

It is shrouded in mystery from the inside out.

But people are such a curious creature, the more they can't see through, the more they care. When Wen Yuxian came back to his senses, he realized that his desire to find out about Qiu was a bit too much.

She would close her eyes and imagine the person's appearance, how old she is, whether she is still studying, what kind of character she is in real life, and what she looks like when she smiles.

Every time I heard her chuckle and talk through the earphones, I couldn't stop itching.

Is she poisoned?

Song Qiulin and Zhang Youyuan had good physical strength, and they came back quickly after running.

When she entered the classroom, she saw Wen Yu lying on her seat with his head tilted, staring at the phone screen in a daze.

"Wen Yu."

Wen Yu's face was touched by the cold mineral water bottle, Wen Yu trembled all over, "Ice."

"What are you doing in the position of Sister Song?" Zhang Youyuan stuffed the coat he took off into the desk pocket.

"I like the seat by the window." Wen Yu leaned his face against the table, a little reluctant to get up, "Or, Song Qiulin, we can switch seats."

Song Qiulin stood and looked at her limp appearance, "No change."

The unexpected answer, Wen Yu thought Song Qiulin was easy to talk to.

"mean."

After being scolded, Song Qiulin just smiled indifferently, sat on Wen Yu's stool, and stuffed the coat into her hand, "Put it down."

"Will you change with me if I let you go?"

"You can sit there until class." In other words, you have to change back after class.

Wen Yu snatched her coat angrily, pinched it and stuffed it in, a little bit to vent her anger.

Zhang Youyuan looked funny at her like this, "I like her position so much? Is the seat covered with gold?"

"Yes, it's gold!"

Wen Yu likes the position against the wall, because the semi-enclosed environment makes her feel more secure.

Oh, and the exam is also handy for cheat sheets.

Use a pencil to trace a few strokes on the wall carefully, write on the corner of the wall and places where the body can be easily covered, and wipe it off after the test, without anyone noticing.

Wen Yu supported her face with her hands, blinked and watched Song Qiulin raise her chin to drink water, her eyes stopped for a while on her swallowing throat, inexplicably feeling that she was also a little thirsty.

"Song Qiulin, are you wearing perfume?"

Song Qiulin raised his eyebrows at her suspiciously.

"No." Wen Yu lowered his voice, "I just feel that you have a smell."

"Does it smell like sweat?" Zhang Youyuan came over to smell it, "No, isn't your nose the same structure as mine?"

"That's right, I paid six figures to find a hospital to make a nose like yours." Wen Yu glanced at her lazily, squinting like a sleepy cat.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Qiulin felt that something was wrong with her.

Just talking is different from usual, weak.

"It's okay..." Wen Yu propped his arms on the table, tucked his head in and lay on his stomach, next to his ears, his own breathing became heavier and heavier.

She dug her nails into the palm of her hand and bit her lower lip with her teeth.

Song Qiulin frowned and pressed the back of his hand against her neck, it was really hot.

"stand up."

Wen Yu was panting, his head was hot and his limbs were weak.

"Need not……"

"Where are your medicines?" Song Qiulin reached out and touched her pocket.

As soon as she put her hands in her trouser pockets and touched Wen Yu's thighs, she felt her whole body startled, and then her body temperature rose rapidly.

"Do not touch me!"

Wen Yu's voice was a little flustered.

A few students who came back later put down the water in their hands and looked at them.

Zhang Youyuan also put away his laughing expression, "Wen Yu, what's wrong with you? Are you going to the infirmary? I'm strong and I'll carry you on my back."

Song Qiulin pulled her up with his arms, "No need, I'll go with her."

"Oh." Zhang Youyuan nodded, "I'll explain it to you in class later."

"Ah."

Wen Yu's whole body seemed to be broken by her touch, and he fell directly into the person's arms.

Song Qiulin quickly grabbed her waist to stabilize her.

"The infirmary or the toilet?" She still remembered the last time Wen Yu refused to let her take her to the infirmary.

Wen Yu is getting closer to her now, her skin is pressed against her, and the faint smell at the tip of her nose is getting stronger and stronger. She smells it a few times and her body becomes more restless. She only knows to lie on Song Qiulin's shoulder and pant heavily, " Go to the infirmary, don't keep trying to take me to the toilet, you pervert."

"Where's the medicine?" The pervert asked her.

"It's not the problem there." Wen Yu touched his chest, raised his finger to point to his temple, and said to Song Qiulin, "It's the problem here."

The brain seemed to be immersed in hot oil soup, steaming and boiling.

"fever?"

Wen Yu felt that removing that tongue-twisting sound was just right for her current situation.

Song Qiulin stopped in the stairwell, helped Wen Yu to change his posture, "Use your back, it's not easy to fall."

Wen Yu wasn't polite to her either, he jumped onto her with both legs, and then hugged her arm and didn't let go.

Song Qiulin didn't wear a jacket, but only a thin short sleeve inside, which couldn't stop Wen Yu's hot body at all.

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes, staring at her fair and slender back of the neck, approaching her in a mysterious way...

"Um--"

Song Qiulin stopped in her tracks, the wet touch on her neck made her body stiff like a board.

"Wen Yu." She took a deep breath and called her name.

But the people behind didn't stop talking, as if they wanted to bite off a piece of meat from her body.

Song Qiulin gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

The bed in the infirmary was not big, Wen Yu lay on it and twisted and twisted non-stop, Song Qiulin had to watch her from the side to prevent her from falling off.

The teacher on duty in the infirmary was not there, so she found a thermometer by herself, sterilized it with alcohol cotton, and stuffed it into Wen Yu's mouth.

Wen Yu held her mouth for a while, then spat it out again, Song Qiulin patiently helped her stuff it back.

"Don't..." His voice softened completely, Wen Yu vomited out the thermometer, and sat up on Song Qiulin's shoulder.

"Wen Yu..."

"Ruanruan." Wen Yu clasped his hands together, put his arms around her neck, pulled her closer, and pressed against her ear, with a pleasant smile, "I'm Ruanruan, master... people."

……

It was clear and clear outside, but Song Qiulin felt as if a thunderbolt was hitting her directly.

When Wen Yu called herself "Ruan Ruan" in a sticky coquettish tone, it was definitely the most helpless moment in her history.

The person in front of her suddenly changed so much, she couldn't think of any other possibility except that she was dreaming.

Wen Yu rubbed his face against her helplessly, as if he was a ball of fire, and Song Qiulin was the piece of ice that could make her feel refreshed, "It smells so good..."

Song Qiulin's breath was stagnant, and he grabbed Wen Yu's shoulders to keep her away from him.

"where are you not feeling well?"

Wen Yu opened his eyelids, looking at her with wet eyes that melted into water, his voice was so hoarse, "Song Qiulin..."

"Huh?" Song Qiulin didn't realize it, and his voice began to become hoarse.

"hug me."

"what?"

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