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Wen Yu finally found the watch from his pocket, which was exactly the one that Song Qiulin entrusted her to keep when he was playing golf, "There are still 7 minutes left, I can crawl through it, don't worry."

Song Qiulin turned his head to look at her, "I gave the physics teacher this morning self-study, and he usually arrives in the classroom 3 minutes earlier."

"..." Wen Yu shrugged, and waved at Li Yanran, "Then you go, I won't quarrel with you."

"Okay, you go to class."

Wen Yu turned around and said to her naturally, "Are you going back to the classroom with me? The guard duty is almost over."

"it is good."

Song Qiulin handed over the register to another person.

"Sister today is not—"

Receiving the cold gaze from Song Qiulin, the elementary school boy lowered his head consciously, and took the book with both hands respectfully, "Okay, I understand."

Wen Yu put his hands in his pockets, glanced at Song Qiulin who was calm, and always felt that she seemed to be in a bad mood today, "At the same table, let me discuss something with you."

"Ok?"

"Don't tell Zhang Youyuan that I know Li Yanran." She paused, then said again, "Ah, I didn't mean to be on guard against her or anything, I think Zhang Youyuan is a nice person, but I'm afraid that if she finds out, it will become troublesome .”

Let Zhang Youyuan know about her relationship with Li Yanran, and the day when she will lose her vest is not far away.

Song Qiulin looked down at her with meaningful eyes, but he agreed very readily, "I see."

"Thank you! If I knew you were so good at speaking, I would have made friends with you earlier, and I wouldn't even need to be called for being late in the future."

"I'll still remember you if you're late."

"……"forget it.

In the morning when he didn't have to hand in his homework, Wen Yu seemed very leisurely. He unpacked the chicken feet and gnawed on them while watching Zhang Youyuan rushing to do his homework.

She was in a bad mood today, covered in black gas.

Wen Yu rolled his eyes, met Tang Yi, and slanted his chin towards Zhang Youyuan, who was writing furiously.

Two types of dialogue.

Wen Yu: What's wrong?

Tang Yi: I'm broken in love.

Wen Yu: Does she have a boyfriend?who?

Tang Yi: That anchor.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Anchor?It can't be Li Yanran!When did Zhang Youyuan and Li Yanran get together?

Zhang Youyuan raised his face, with two dark bags under his eyes drooping, looking a bit pervasive.

Wen Yu shrank his shoulders and retreated.

"Give me one." Zhang Youyuan held out his hand to her.

Tang Yi: "You can't eat spicy food?"

"No, I want to eat, I need to vent."

"This is indeed a bit spicy." Wen Yu stuck out his tongue, "I'll give you the original one."

She took out four or five bags from her schoolbag and put them on the table, "The green ones are spicy, and the red ones are not spicy."

Tang Yi took a green one and thanked her.

"I'll eat this too." Zhang Youyuan grabbed one and gnawed it.

"Hello..." Wen Yu couldn't even stop him.

"Cough, cough, cough! Ha! Hiss—I am Cao? What is this?"

Within two seconds, Zhang Youyuan's entire face was flushed red from the heat.

Wen Yu looked at her sympathetically, "I said it was quite spicy..."

Zhang Youyuan took Tang Yi's milk, took a sip, and panted like a cow. She felt that every breath she took was burning and painful, and her eyes began to crackle and fall out as she panted.

Both Wen Yu and Tang Yi panicked, "Why are you crying?"

Song Qiulin leaned his back against the wall, took away the leftover chicken feet on the table with half his body, and kept an eye on Wen Yu, silently watching the farce.

"I'm not sad, I'm so hot that I'm so hot." Li Yanran grabbed a tissue and wiped it carelessly.

Wen Yu looked at her in confusion, and asked tentatively, "You are because of Li Yanran..."

"No! It's not!" Zhang Youyuan quickly denied, "I officially announce that I, Zhang Youyuan, have taken off Li Yanran's fan! Don't mention this name in front of me in the future."

"This is off the fan." Tang Yi said.

Zhang Youyuan was snotted with snot and tears, and said while sobbing, "She used to say that she was not in a relationship and we always believed her, but last night... I didn't expect that she really lied to us. Woohoo."

Wen Yu: You are zqsg compared to the girlfriend fans of male idols in the entertainment industry, it's too exaggerated...

Zhang Youyuan: "If I had known she was such a scumbag, I wouldn't have given her so many props. When my mother found out, she still deducted my pocket money."

Tang Yi and Wen Yu: "So what you're crying about is your pocket money?"

"People and money are empty, who else is more miserable than me, I will be a pig if I give presents to the anchor in the future."

Song Qiulin said coolly from the side, "Don't stand up, you can't guarantee the future."

Wen Yu: "That's right."

Song Qiulin took the time to observe Wen Yu's expression, and saw no trace of guilt.

"Unless she's really single, there's absolutely no way I'll come back as a fan. Yesterday I clearly saw that woman put her arms around her neck and play yummy!"

"Didn't you say she was my cousin?"

"We never knew she had such a cousin!"

"Eh..." Wen Yu had an idea, "Think about it, the game anchor broadcasts live every day from morning to night, and you all stare at the meal. Where is the time to fall in love, you must be thinking too much."

"..." Zhang Youyuan's red eyes rolled for a moment, and soon he started howling again, "Fuck! She is so busy and still thinks about dating behind our backs, how much she likes that girl!"

Tang Yi sighed, and skillfully put on the earplugs, his ears were clean.

Wen Yu moved his gaze down, and started to swipe his phone, acting like a turtle.

Seeing her reaction from the sidelines, Song Qiulin had a clear view of her reaction, and he was convinced.

If she really had any improper relationship with Li Yanran, according to her temperament, she couldn't let go of her conscience and lied to deceive Zhang Youyuan.

It's just that the person in Li Yanran's room last night was indeed her, as for what she was doing, I don't know.

Wen Yu turned around, hid his hand in his desk pocket and opened WeChat, and Song Qiulin's news late last night popped up.

"Why did you look for me yesterday?" Wen Yu asked her.

Song Qiulin: "Well, I also have a question for you last night."

Wen Yu: "Really? Yesterday's test paper was not difficult."

"...I didn't turn my head around all of a sudden, but I wrote it later."

"Oh oh oh, it's good to make it."

Song Qiulin leaned his elbows on the table, and stared at her sideways, "So, why you didn't reply to the message again, isn't it the first time?"

"I... I went to bed early yesterday." Wen Yu avoided her gaze, "You must behave better if you stay at the elder's house."

Song Qiulin nodded, as if he believed it.

"Oh!" Wen Yu remembered, took out his watch and put it on Song Qiulin's desk, "Last time you thought I was coming, so you forgot to return it to you."

"En." Song Qiulin picked up the watch, but handed it to Wen Yu, "Bring it for me."

"……Row."

One hand strap is really inconvenient, Wen Yu has no doubts about him, pinches the buckle to fasten it for her.

When I looked at this person before, most of my attention was on that delicate face, but I didn't realize that her hands were also extremely beautiful.

The ten fingers were long and slender, and there was a thin layer of calluses on the pads of the fingers. The numbness that arose when she rubbed them made her feel itchy.

"Is it tight?"

Song Qiulin squeezed his fist, stretched a few tendons on the inside of his wrist, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

"Okay." Wen Yu moved his fingers slightly, and took them back with a sigh of relief.

"Wait." Song Qiulin grabbed her slender wrist and pulled it towards him.

Wen Yu didn't struggle, let her hold it, raised his eyelids and asked, "What's wrong."

Song Qiulin's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he took out a black box from the drawer, opened it, and inside lay a watch of the same model as hers, but the color was jet black.

"Reciprocity."

Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled unnaturally, and the warm touch of the man's fingertips on her wrist made her feel hot.

Song Qiulin's side face has smooth lines. When the eyelids are lowered, the eyelashes are long, and the light shadows are attached to the skin. The bridge of the nose is raised, and the shape of the tip of the nose is beautiful. A bit softer, making her look less aggressive.

Wen Yu's eyes were fixed on her face, his thoughts wandered outside.

"Okay." A clear voice brought her back to reality.

Wen Yu's heart was shocked, and he raised his eyes and bumped into the other's looking eyes. The thread in his brain suddenly became tense, and his heart beat abnormally.

She can only be thankful that she didn't have the habit of wearing a heart monitor at school, otherwise it would have definitely sounded a piercing alarm by now.

Song Qiulin didn't seem to notice her embarrassment, smiled faintly, and tickled her palm with his index finger, it was hot and itchy, "It's very beautiful."

As if hit by a spring, Wen Yu withdrew his hand abruptly, rubbing his right hand around his left wrist as if trying to erase the strange touch.

Her tone was not natural, her eyes flickered, "Thank you, thank you."

After thanking her, Wen Yu took a step to realize that she shouldn't have accepted this gift in the first place.

The two of them did open up their hearts and had a deeper conversation yesterday, but that friendship was not enough for the expensive price in Wen Yu's opinion.

But take it off now...it's too late.

At most, she can only find a chance next time to sell this favor back.

……

The weather is a little cloudy today, but the running exercises during the big break still can't be avoided.

Wen Yu unconsciously sat on Song Qiulin's seat again, pressing his hot face against the table.

She has a very keen sense of smell recently, it seems that Song Qiulin always has a faint fragrance during the day, now that she sits closer, the smell is more obvious when she gets closer to her seat.

It smelled better than catnip, and she felt dizzy after a few mouthfuls, but she was very addicted, staying around Song Qiulin made her feel comfortable, as if an invisible big hand was helping her along her back.

Take a moment, be patient and calm.

"Fuck, I look like a pervert." Wen Yu scolded himself, but he didn't intend to leave at all. Instead, he lay down on the other side of his face, and took out his phone to check the news of Ruan Ruan's account.

I asked for three days off in a row, I don't know what Qiu will think.

Does she want to explain to the other party that maybe she will not be able to broadcast live for a long time in the future.

The moment he opened the WeChat account, various messages rushed out like a flood. Wen Yu held up his mobile phone, and waited for it to jingle Donglong's message before clicking on the frame of Qiu's profile picture on the top.

I thought there would be a long question, but I didn't expect to refresh it several times and there was only a simple word "in".

That's right, Qiu's character was not originally someone who would become so nervous because of this.

With half of his palm tucked into his wide sleeve, Wen Yu typed lazily: I went to bed too early last night, so I didn't see the news, sorry.

The moment the news was sent, there was a sudden vibration in the pocket of the table lying on his stomach, and Wen Yu's ears were pressed against the table, almost deafened.

She reached out to find out, and Song Qiulin tidied things up neatly, with the phone next to the book on the far side.

"The heart is so big that I don't even carry my mobile phone with me."

Wen Yu was not interested in prying into other people's privacy, so he muted her and stuffed it back.

Attention returned to Heqiu's chat box again.

He hesitated for a few seconds with his fingers hanging in the air, but he still didn't choose to explain the reason for the leave.

Since the other party didn't ask, she doesn't have to explain herself passionately, anyway, she is not the only anchor of o's as·r.

It's not that if she doesn't live broadcast, people can't live.

"call……"

Wen Yu put away his phone and stood by the window to breathe.

Looking at the past, the weather is gray, the dark clouds are very low, and there are thin raindrops floating in the sky.

Listening to the running music, it is estimated that there is still one and a half laps left.

Wen Yu stood leaning against her for a while, then picked up the umbrella at the back of the classroom and rushed out.

When she arrived at the exit of the playground, she happened to catch up with the end of the running circle, because it had started to rain lightly and many students were running.

Wen Yu huddled in the shadow of the corner, waiting for the first team to come out.

"Wen Yu." Zhang Youyuan, the team leader, spotted her first, "Why did you get down?"

"Yo, you still have an umbrella, did you bring it for Sister Song?"

Wen Yu handed her the one in his hand, covered his face in the mask and said in a muffled voice, "Here."

"So heart-warming." Zhang Youyuan was a little surprised, "Am I taking Sister Song's blessing?"

Wen Yu pushed her, "Let's go, you can't get out with the back."

"Okok, your sister Song is at the back of the line."

"...I didn't say I was waiting for her."

"I understand~"

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-11-2623:14:11~2019-11-2916:06:49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 who threw the grenade: 1 Mo Xiaochen;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 4 toffee wings; 1 to see and drink anything;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yanyu Shengge; 8 bottles of a boat moored under the eaves; 6 bottles of the one you clearly called Xiao Tiantian; 1 bottle of Han Sheng;

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