I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Song Qiulin lowered his body and looked into her eyes, "I am satisfying your curiosity."

When Wen Yu blinked and her eyelashes fluttered, she seemed to be able to hear the creaking sound of something being broken.

"So now it's my turn." Song Qiulin said, "Exchange your curiosity for mine."

Wen Yu's school uniform was zippered to the top, Song Qiulin stretched out his hand, put his slender fingers on it, and then slowly pulled it down.

Wen Yu put on a sweater inside, she was too thin, half of her shoulders could be exposed if the wide neckline of the sweater was a little crooked.

Song Qiulin's cool fingers pressed against her, and moved upwards, brushing away the hair hanging around his neck, revealing his smooth neck. Then, she took Wen Yu's shoulders and turned him half around.

You can see the girl's slender and fragile neck, and the vertebrae stand on the center line. She hooked her fingers on the collar of the sweater...

"do not!"

Wen Yu finally had a reaction, grabbed her wrist nervously, "No."

"Wen Yu, where did these scars come from?"

"Don't look." She tightened her clothes and shrunk herself into a ball, her voice was weak.

Song Qiulin had seen Wen Yu threatening people viciously with her canine teeth bared, and also seen her smiling sweetly and holding Wen Ziyang's arm with a happy face.

But this kind of trembling, fragile, one who puts everything down to show weakness, she still sees it once.

With a slight bitterness on the tip of his tongue, Song Qiulin closed his eyes, straightened her clothes, pulled the zipper to the top again, and folded the collar carefully.

Wen Yu hung his hands by his sides, lowered his eyes, and let her help him.

"Feel sorry."

Wen Yu realized that he was too emotional.

She knew that Song Qiulin's temptation was not a derogatory curiosity-seeking mentality, she was concerned about herself.

But she is not good at, not good at accepting care and kindness other than relatives.

She raised her eyes, her eye sockets were a little red, but it didn't affect the clarity of her eyes, "Do you often apologize to Zhang Youyuan, Tang Yi and the others?"

Song Qiulin shook his head.

The three of them know each other's bottom line very well, and they will not cross it easily.

"Then don't apologize to me." She breathed out, raised her hand on tiptoe and deliberately messed up Song Qiulin's neatly combed hair, "I can still forgive you for my friend No. [-]."

Friend number three.

Wen Yu thought she was ranked behind Zhang Youyuan and Tang Yi in Song Qiulin's heart.

Song Qiulin doesn't like this title very much, but she doesn't intend to correct it now.

"You have a bigger heart than I thought, friend number three."

"Song Qiulin, don't stare at me with that kind of smile! I'll beat you up!"

"And then let people passing by see it, make up a new piece of gossip and post it on the forum to stir up popularity?"

"..."

"Wen Yu, what happened to you just now?" After the two returned to the classroom, Zhang Youyuan asked her worriedly.

"It's okay, I just feel sick."

Wen Yu found a rubber band from her bag and tied her hair up. She was so hot that she would explode if she wore her hair again.

Song Qiulin stared at her movements, and was taken aback when he saw the snow-white back of the neck, and reached out to help her turn up the collar.

Wen Yu still raised his hands, unable to speak because of the rubber band in his mouth, so he could only tilt his head slightly and ask with his eyes.

Song Qiulin raised two fingers, gestured for her, and pointed to his neck.

Ah... scar.

Song Qiulin was more careful than she thought.

The gossip duo saw everything in the background, and Zhang Youyuan moved to Tang Yi's side.

"Sister Song help you turn over your collar?"

"Am I out of my own hands?"

"I mean they are too close, my old love feels left out."

Tang Yi wrinkled his face and looked disgusted, "I'm so lonely, hurry up and find your big anchor to make up."

"I didn't quarrel with her, I just made up my mind never to give her krypton gold again."

"Oh." Tang Yi responded perfunctorily.

After the class bell rang, Chinese teacher Yang Xiuzhi walked into the classroom holding a lesson plan.

She put the book on the table and held a long and thin wooden stick in her left hand. Standing behind the podium, she first glanced at Wen Yu's seat. Seeing her spread out the book and doing the questions, she reluctantly looked away.

Wang Lin, who sat in the front row closest to the podium table, had a strange expression on her face, her fists were tightly clenched.

Yang Xiuzhi didn't know what happened in the classroom between classes, but seeing her daughter's expression, she knew something was wrong.

A bad mood can easily affect the effect of class. Her tutor has always been strict, so she immediately picked up the small wooden stick and knocked on Wang Lin's desk.

"The pages of the book are all turned wrong, what are you doing?" She frowned very bluffingly, "I'll be the first one to smack you later."

Wang Lin vigorously flipped the pages of the book, and as if she suddenly remembered something, she raised her head and suggested to Yang Xiuzhi, "Teacher, I'll recommend Wen Yu for the next lesson."

Suddenly being named, Wen Yu raised his head in doubt, and saw Wang Lin staring at him like a tigress.

Who did she provoke again?

"Tang Yi said that Wen Yu is very good at studying, so let us see and see."

After she finished speaking, she smiled triumphantly, and looked at Tang Yi behind Wen Yu provocatively.

Wen Yu turned his head and glanced at Tang Yi with question marks all over his face.

"what?"

Tang Yi stroked his forehead, feeling a bit difficult, "Just now after you left, Zhang Youyuan quarreled with her, and I just tried to persuade her."

Zhang Youyuan interjected, "Let me tell you, Tang Yi is so damn handsome just now! A few words made Wang Lin's fart stop!"

"Bang bang bang!" Yang Xiuzhi slapped the podium table a few times with a wooden stick, "Why are you arguing when the class bell is ringing! If you are arguing, get out!"

"Since you love talking so much." She tapped Wen Yu with the stick, "I'll whip you later."

Zhang Youyuan complained in a low voice: "I made it clear that I did it on purpose. Wen Yu was in the infirmary in the last Chinese class. He must not know what to recite."

Wen Yu didn't speak, but gave Yang Xiuzhi a cold look, then looked down at the textbook.

Her memory is not bad, not as exaggerated as a photographic memory, but she has never suffered from memorizing texts since she was a child.

And Chinese is easier than English, as long as you understand the meaning, you can memorize it quickly.

Song Qiulin wrote down the recited text in the notebook that day, not only that, but also marked the important paragraphs, she read it over and got an impression.

"Wang Lin, get up and recite it first."

As the daughter of a Chinese teacher, Wang Lin has been spot-checked at home a long time ago, so it doesn't matter if she recites it in front of the class.

She recited it verbatim, snorted arrogantly, squinted at Wen Yu, as if in a demonstration.

Wen Yu didn't respond to her, waiting for Yang Xiuzhi to call him.

"You recited it very well." Yang Xiuzhi walked past Wang Lin, walked to Wen Yu's desk, closed her Chinese book with a slap, and pointed at her, "Now you recite it."

Wen Yu stood up, staring at the blackboard, and began to recite without hesitation.

The enunciation is clear, the pronunciation is standard, except that the tone is dry and a bit like chanting scriptures, the speed is much faster than Wang Lin, there is no place to get stuck, and she looks at Yang Xiuzhi after reciting calmly and kindly, "Recite, I May I sit down now?"

Before Yang Xiuzhi could speak, she sat down.

Zhang Youyuan behind him looked at her with the eyes of a monster, even Tang Yi beside him was slightly surprised.

Song Qiulin kept his head down from the very beginning, as if he was never worried that Wen Yu would be embarrassed.

Yang Xiuzhi's complexion was not very good-looking, she had already planned to make some sarcasm about Wen Yu, and she also wanted to compare her with Wang Lin so that she would feel uncomfortable.

I didn't expect that now the one who can't get over it is himself.

"It's just that you can memorize a text. It's not worthy of your pride. The first class always looks at the test results."

Wen Yu cut speechlessly, pretending that he couldn't hear.

A class of 45 minutes is particularly slow.

After school, Wen Yu packed her schoolbag and sat waiting for Song Qiulin, who moved slowly.

She chewed a piece of gum in her mouth, and propped her face with her hands, "You are too slow to move, can you just stuff things in, and they are so neatly organized."

"That's right, sometimes I suspect that she has obsessive-compulsive disorder." Zhang Youyuan stood up with his schoolbag on his back, and looked at Wen Yu as if he suddenly remembered something, "Hey, don't you know about the evening self-study? I didn't even see you coming Pass."

"Isn't it compulsory for day students to study late?"

"That's an ordinary class, and all members of the first class must attend."

"Uh... Anyway, I can do my homework at home, so I don't have to do it."

"That's different. Sometimes it's also used to explain test papers." Zhang Youyuan shook his hand, "It is estimated that the head teacher will talk to you soon."

"..."

Now she would switch bodies with Ruanruan every night, how could she study by herself at night.

The teacher was talking passionately about the test papers on the podium, and she was shaking her butt below meowing?

"Hehe, I'm going home first." She laughed dryly, grabbed Song Qiulin's arm and dodged away.

Tang Yi and Zhang Youyuan looked at each other.

Zhang Youyuan: "You also have the feeling of being abandoned as an old love I mentioned."

Tang Yi: "Didn't she have something to do after school these days, why are you with Wen Yu today?"

"At first, I wanted to ask her to go to the dust-cleaning banquet that Zhang Jiyao hosted for Song Zhou."

"Go home and do your homework, what to wash."

"..."

Song Qiulin let Wen Yu drag his arm and walked away, "In such a hurry?"

Wen Yu breathed out, "Do you know which bar Song Zhou is going to later?"

"I know." Song Qiulin grabbed her arm and slowed down, "Go slowly, don't rush."

"My sister is about to be abducted, can I not be in a hurry!"

And she had to arrive at Li Yanran's house before six o'clock.

She's busy, okay?

"She won't take your sister there." Song Qiulin held her hand, "Come here."

Take the person to the car, open the door, and let the person in.

"Are you abducting/selling/children?" Wen Yu stood still, "Tell me where to go first."

Song Qiulin smiled helplessly, "Go find your sister."

Only then did Wen Yu get into the car with suspicion, "How do you know where she is?"

Because unlike Wen Ziyang, Song Zhou didn't hide his intentions from her. Song Qiulin put the record of the news in front of Wen Yu, and the latter believed it.

That's fine, she followed Song Qiulin's car to arrest/rape her first, and then put the phone in her schoolbag when she wasn't paying attention, so she could find a chance to come back when Wen Ziyang came to text him to ask questions at night.

For the past two days, Li Yanran has been asked to reply to the news instead, Wen Ziyang must have gotten up early and became suspicious.

After driving for about 10 minutes, they stopped at a beautifully decorated restaurant.

Song Qiulin waved to the driver, "Park in the underground garage, the entrance is too conspicuous."

"Wait." Wen Yu, who was holding the window, yelled, pointing to the door, "Is that them?"

Song Qiulin leaned up from behind her, squinting his eyes to identify carefully.

When she got so close at once, Wen Yu was unprepared, and only had time to hold his breath, trying not to let the smell of her body get into his nose.

"Sorry, I'm short-sighted." The cold voice pressed against her ear, and Song Qiulin turned his face to her side when he spoke.

Wen Yu felt that if he was in the form of a cat now, his fur would definitely explode.

She hurriedly pushed the person away, "Why are you looking at myopia, listen to me, it's them, just get out of the car."

The driver was about to start the car. Hearing this, he looked at Song Qiulin and asked.

Song Qiulin nodded, and he stepped on the brakes.

Wen Yu opened the door, jumped out of the car, walked quickly two steps at a time, and quickly squatted down behind a bush on one side.

Song Qiulin walked up to her, looking at her antics, he wanted to laugh, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yu tugged at her trouser legs in a panic, "Squat down, your height is too conspicuous."

Song Qiulin squatted down beside her obediently, then pulled out a golden VIP card and put it in front of her eyes, "Isn't it for monitoring, the effect will be much better if you go in."

As soon as Wen Yu's eyes lit up, he grabbed her hand and ran away, "Why didn't you say it earlier."