I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Wen Ziyang took a tight breath, quickly covered his expression and pretended to be calm, "Qiu Lin? What's wrong?"

"I am very grateful for Dr. Wen's long-term care, but is the medication too heavy? I don't like it very much. From now on...don't bother me, okay?"

"Autumn--"

"Don't talk." The other party stopped her, "That girl is also at the side, let her feel that something is wrong, and you can just listen to me quietly."

"Okay, you say."

"I will take good care of myself, so Dr. Wen can tell my protective sister how about letting her let me go." She laughed softly, her voice was crisp, "If you say it, she will definitely Listen."

Wen Yu came out at this moment, sensitively aware of something wrong with Wen Ziyang's expression, "Sister, what's wrong, did something happen to my deskmate?"

"It's nothing, she just asked me about the dosage of the pills." Wen Ziyang signaled her to feel relieved, and then hung up the phone before returning the phone to Wen Yu, "Okay, you go to bed early, and you'll get up early tomorrow."

"I fell asleep after blowing my head."

When Wen Ziyang left, Wen Yu plugged in the hair dryer and blew it for a while. The more he thought about it, the more restless he became. He really couldn't understand why Song Qiulin, who was so organized, couldn't even remember the dosage of the pills.

Pick up the phone again.

Wen Yu: Deskmate, are you asleep yet?

Song Qiulin:?

Wen Yu: Are you insomnia?

Insomnia?

The person on the opposite side smiled, not in a hurry to reply to the message, but scrolled up with interest, checked the chat records of the two, and learned about their way of getting along.

"It's really a block of wood, so slow."

The long finger holding the phone paused, and typed a line.

Song Qiulin: Youyuan recommended an AS·MR anchor to me before, but today she happened to be off the live broadcast, so she was a little insomnia.

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, this anchor, he couldn't be talking about her...

Wen Yu: Which one?

Song Qiulin: [screenshot]

ok, that's her :)

Song Qiulin: Last time I heard her sing, her voice was good, but the resources of the screen recording group were deleted.

She stared at the chat box, as if she could see through the screen through the embarrassment of the other party typing and deleting and repeating the action.

Wen Yu was ashamed, she sang well?The tone-deficient is herself, and the resource of that issue was deleted because her shame did not allow it.

Song Qiulin's taste is a bit heavy?

Thinking about it, a phone call came from over there, and the most terrible thing was that she shook her hand back, and she answered it reflexively.

"Hey?"

……

The next day, when Song Qiulin woke up for the rare time, she didn't feel that muscle ache. She sat up, her palm seemed to be pressed against something hard, and she inadvertently pressed some button, and a familiar voice came from inside.

"A long time ago, in a castle, there lived a princess..."

Perhaps it was because of reading fairy tales, Wen Yu's voice sounded soft and waxy like coaxing a child, and when he was sleepy while reading, his voice gradually decreased, and suddenly he heard the sound of his head colliding with the bed board, and the sound came from the opposite side. Come to be alarmed by the sound.

"Ah, it hurts! Ugh... so sleepy." He muttered half asleep, with some faint complaints, "Did you fill a box of Red Bull? Why aren't you asleep?"

There is a piece of paper on the bedside table, with the words flying and flying on it.

【Surprise for you】

Not signed.

Song Qiulin's expression was not very good, he squeezed the note tightly in his hand, crumpled it up until his nails turned white.

……

For a period of time, Wen Yu continued to study hard like a demon, so fierce that even Tang Yi wanted to persuade her to relax.

"You have heavy dark circles, do you go to bed late at night?"

"well enough."

If she had to deal with the monthly exam, she might not have much burden, mainly because of participating in the friendly match. It was impossible for her to live broadcast with Li Yanran and the others every night these days, and she was worried that she would be delayed, so she could only practice secretly at night.

But that’s fine, last night Song Qiulin’s insomnia suddenly called her, adhering to the professional ethics of the as mr anchor, and being so soft-hearted, she actually read seven or eight Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales intermittently. Reading it made her have been shadowed by fairy tales all her life.

provoke!

She kept winking at the people next to her, but the other party remained indifferent.

Grass, if it weren't for the fact that the monthly exam was over, she wouldn't be affected. She would have performed a hand-to-hand tablemate for the whole class today.

With her unremitting efforts, Song Qiulin finally had some reaction, raised the tails of his slender eyes, looked at her up and down, and said affirmatively, "Well, the dark circles under my eyes are indeed a little heavier."

Who did it!

Wen Yu sniffled, sniffed close to her body, and said suddenly, "At the same table, you don't seem to have that smell on you recently."

She could roughly smell that the strange smell that made her body before was the smell of the perfume she smashed in Song Qiulin's bathroom that day.

"Have you stopped wearing perfume lately?"

"Well, don't spray."

"Very good." In this way, she doesn't have to wear a mask to class every day.

Zhang Youyuan poked his head in doubt, "Why have I never smelled anything before, why is your nose so good?"

With a palm, Wen Yu pushed away the head whose nose was almost on Song Qiulin's neck. The natural possessiveness in the bones of felines stalked in her mind, and she resisted it so that she didn't grin.

Calm down, Wen Yu, you are human, with two legs, and you can't meow.

"If you can't smell it, you can't force it. That's the fairy air that we fairies can only smell."

"Hahahaha, you're going to kill me laughing. So, our Sister Song has become a fairy?"

"Be quiet." Song Qiulin stopped the battle of the two elementary school chickens, and said softly, "It's self-study class."

The two fell silent for a moment, and after a while, the old witch walked in with a large stack of test papers.

Needless to say, everyone consciously put down their pens and raised their heads.

The monthly exam results came out.

Wen Yu also propped up her face with her hands, and her gaze was delusional to the old witch. She didn't boast about anything else, the speed of correcting papers in No. [-] Middle School was really fast. With so many papers, did the teachers sit in the office at night and work overtime to correct them until early in the morning?

"Distribute the test papers in the first row." She turned on the projector, and the excel form on the computer screen was projected.

The first name, Wen Yu, was familiar to him. He turned his head and looked at the warrior who didn't hear anything outside the window. My heart only had many titles, and silently gave him a thumbs up.

Song Qiulin thought she was asking for a pen from him, so the writing movement with his right hand remained unchanged, and he reached into the drawer with his left hand and took one and put it in Wen Yu's hand.

Wen Yu reciprocated, and helped Song Qiulin fold up her English test paper with no surprises in her score, put it in her drawer, and then looked back at her own.

116

Yo, it's better than she thought. It took a lot of effort to break a hundred before, so it's not in vain to prepare for so many days.

"If you see the test paper, don't make me complacent. I didn't write the test paper this time. The test paper is easier."

Oh

Wen Yu immediately put down the raised corners of his mouth, and secretly slandered, did you install a monitor in my head, please?

"The easier it is, the more you have to work hard to get the questions right and widen the score gap." The old witch's voice sank, "This time the average score is not as good as I expected. It's been so long since the school started, and some people don't like it." It's still loose, do I have to beat my brain a few times before I can start to wake up?"

Wen Yu: Average score?That doesn't really matter to me anymore, I'm innocent.

"I know you are all curious about the rankings." She pulled down the form, explaining as she pulled it, "Your math teacher is a bit ruthless this time, and a lot of people in the ordinary class failed, but I don't care about them. Just staring at you."

This is public whipping of corpses one by one, Wen Yu pursed her mouth, she still likes the method of class [-] class teacher posting small notes in private to announce the scores, which is much gentler than this.

"The top five rankings have not changed much, continue to maintain, guard against arrogance and impetuosity."

"6 has made progress, let's go for it."

"Did you find that you have partial subjects on 7, 8, and 10? Learn from each other's strengths to make up for your weaknesses. Don't take Chinese and English seriously."

"12..." The mouse paused next to Wen Yu's name, skimmed over the almost perfect math score, and turned around in English, "Keep up the good work."

"Okay, teacher." Wen Yu replied with a hoarse voice.

The whole class burst into laughter, and the old witch quietly waited for them to finish laughing before speaking.

"Don't be poor." She glanced at Wen Yu lightly, and then pointed down, "The few who laughed the most just now raised their hands, I'll judge you first, the fire behind my butt is about to burn, and I still think about it here laugh."

This time it was Wen Yu's turn to stop laughing.

Smiling and being poked on the waist, Wen Yu hurriedly covered his mouth, and looked at Song Qiulin aggrievedly, "What are you doing?"

Song Qiulin held a pen and pointed to the steps.

Wen Yu raised his head, met the old witch's death stare, and immediately lowered his head to pretend to be dead.

She just paid attention and saw that her grade rank was 48, not high, but at least it exceeded the standard line set by the old witch.

In this way, it seems that she will not insist on the evening self-study.

It took a few minutes to read the rankings, and the old witch picked up the test paper and started to talk. Because the questions were simple this time, her speed of speaking was still rough. Wen Yu memorized furiously with a pen, and almost got tired with hand cramps.

She promises that this is definitely the most serious English class she has ever taken.

This self-study session was the last class, after class Wen Yu was packing his schoolbag.

"Fuck Wenyu, you lied to me before that you didn't study well, and you are ranked 12 in our class." Zhang Youyuan held his chest, "I feel that I am isolated by the three of you, I feel so uncomfortable."

Wen Yu laughed casually, "Then I'm also isolated, the two of them are staying in the top three camps, and I'm still far behind."

"The top three...that's a bit difficult." Zhang Youyuan pointed to the study committee members for her, "Our class study committee members add these two, referred to as the three learning machines."

She tapped Song Qiulin, Tang Yi, and the study committee members one by one, "Devil difficulty, ultimate difficulty, advanced difficulty."

"I agree with that." Wen Yu smiled and gave her a high five.

"Ha..." Zhang Youyuan breathed out, "But now I feel much more comfortable. I was worried that you failed the exam this time, and they are going to whisper about you again. Now it should be able to calm down."

As if to confirm this sentence, Wang Lin happened to be leading a group of her little sisters passing by Wen Yu, saw Zhang Youyuan looking at her, raised her chin, and snorted arrogantly, but what did the sound sound like? Not convinced.

"Leave her alone."

"But you are quite loyal." Wen Yu smiled and took out a piece of chocolate from his bag, which was as big as two bricks, "Do you want to eat chocolate?"

"Eat!" After these days, Zhang Youyuan has long been fed up with various snacks in Wen Yu's schoolbag. His eating system is highly consistent with Wen Yu's, and his appetite has increased a lot. "I wanted to ask you about this last time." Where did you buy it, it’s not greasy, it’s delicious, tell me, and Gaiming asks my mother to bring me a box when she comes back.”

"My sister bought it for me. I'll ask her when I go back."

Wen Ziyang said that eating chocolate once in a while is good for the heart, and she often puts it in her schoolbag, and Wen Yu just eats whatever he takes out, not picky.

When leaving, Wen Yu habitually stood by the back door waiting for Song Qiulin to join him.

Since the last time she said that she would drop in with her to go home, they had been waiting for the bus together.

Song Qiulin always had to tidy up everything before she was willing to stand up, and walked slowly. When she went out, everyone in the classroom was gone, only the cleaning classmates were left.

Wen Yu saw that she really hooked up that funny little yellow duck, and couldn't help laughing, "Are you really hooked up?"

Song Qiulin turned his head to look at the ducks swinging back and forth on the zipper, and responded slightly.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something again, she stared at the chocolate in Wen Yu's hand, leaned over, "Is this the category of loyalty?"

Wen Yu held the brick-like chocolate, sighed, and handed it to her mouth familiarly, "Do you just like to stare at what's in other people's mouths, the ones in other people's bowls are delicious? Is this the truth?"

Song Qiulin actually nodded shamelessly, lowered his head and bit the place where she had eaten.

"It is too sweet."