I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Wen Yu has a long memory this time, downloading the broadcast on time, going to bed on time... Well, the time to wake up is still random.

Fortunately, Wen Ziyang is at home today, and taking her car can save more than half of the time.

Wen Ziyang sat in the car early and waited for someone. Seeing Wen Yu running in a hurry from afar, he immediately lowered the window, "No rush, take your time."

After Wen Yu sat in the co-pilot with a chill in his body, Wen Ziyang helped her smooth her bangs, and then handed over a bottle of warm milk and pancakes, "When will this impatient person change, he's frizzy."

Wen Yu took the pancake and took a big bite. Wen Ziyang knew her taste, and the pancake was filled with plenty of ingredients, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait."

Wen Ziyang adjusted the height of the window, then helped Wen Yu fasten his seat belt, and casually mentioned to her, "Uncle is going to take us to the Song family's banquet this weekend."

Uncle refers to Jiang Jiacheng, stepfather of the two of them.

Wen Yu slowed down his chewing, "What am I going to do?"

Wen Ziyang often goes to these occasions with Jiang Jiacheng. After all, the workplace needs her to show her face, and she can also expand some contacts in the circle to get familiar with each other.

I'm a yellow-haired girl who didn't even graduate from high school...

To put it bluntly, Wen Yu just didn't like it. She was very happy making pheasants. As pheasants were pheasants, she was also a pheasant that could fly and jump. Once Jiang Jiacheng pulled her into the Jiang family's Phoenix circle, she felt that she would not be better than that. How much more comfortable is Sun Wukong who has cast the curse.

But she couldn't say no if she refused. After all, Ms. Wen had brought them into the Jiang family for so many years, and the Jiang family had never treated them badly.

"He's already planned this." Wen Ziyang didn't seem to have any special emotions about it, "Aunt Song likes you quite a lot, too."

"What about Uncle Song?"

Wen Ziyang drove through an intersection in silence, and turned the steering wheel at the corner, "It's Miss Song's inauguration ceremony, and I will introduce you to her when the time comes, and I heard that Miss Song is in the same school as you. It won't do you any harm afterwards."

The head of the Song family was so strict that he was almost harsh, and when he seldom had a good face towards anyone, he only loved the outstanding eldest daughter in the family.

So no matter how much he looked down on people like them, it would not disturb the good day of celebrating for the eldest daughter.

"Oh."

Wen Yu stuffed the unfinished pancakes into his schoolbag, stuffed the slender milk straw into his mouth and bit it, looking out the window all the way.

When she got there, she turned her head and said goodbye to Wen Ziyang.

Wen Ziyang stretched out his hand from the car window, grabbed her slumped face, and smiled softly, "Didn't I agree to be a happy little rich woman, why does she have such an expression?"

Wen Yu also didn't pretend in front of her, "Sister, I just realized that being a little rich woman is exhausting."

"Don't be poor." Wen Ziyang finally rubbed her forehead familiarly, "Go to class."

Wen Yu grabbed her hand and shook it, "Sister... Can't the little rich woman skip class?"

"No."

Wen Yu turned around with a dejected face, but suddenly met a pair of faint eyes.

Song Qiulin didn't know how long he had been standing there looking at her, and he was still indifferent when she found out.

Thinking that the way he acted like a baby with Wen Ziyang just now might have fallen into her eyes, Wen Yu felt uncomfortable all over, and even his tone was bad when he felt uncomfortable, "Hey, I'm not late today."

Song Qiulin stared at her without saying a word, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pointed to the corner of his mouth with a pen.

Wen Yu subconsciously touched it, and then put his hand in front of his eyes...a green coriander leaf.

This face is completely lost.

According to legend, the little bully who saw whoever was jealous suddenly lost his stabbing energy, lowered his head, and ran away with his schoolbag in his arms.

When she arrived in the classroom, before she could sit down, Wen Yu passed Fang Yang and opened the side window to breathe. She didn't want to repeat the experience in the toilet last time.

The morning wind was still a bit cool, the girl in the front seat rubbed her arms and turned to stare at Fang Yang, but she saw Wen Yu's hand on the window and immediately fell silent.

Fang Yang accepted her warning gaze, turned his head and sent a message to Wen Yu, "Sister Lu has a cold..."

"Yeah." Wen Yu nodded, "I have a cold so I need to breathe. If it's cold, I can borrow Fang Yang's coat to wear."

"No, why should I?"

Wen Yu smiled at her, "Because it's your most beloved 'Sister Lu'."

Angrily, Fang Yang took out a spare school uniform jacket from the drawer and handed it to Wang Lu. Although she and Wen Yu were playing together, their popularity was the same.

Fang Yang has a white, tender and round face, and the way her eyes are closed when she smiles is very pleasing. She is also outgoing and generous. She often packs a lot of snacks in her bag, and she will be separated from the front and back desks during class breaks. People usually look for her Most of them will agree to help, and the good popularity will accumulate after a long time.

Such a person can get together with Wen Yu entirely because both of them are real foodies.

Because this restless mouth has made friends, I don't know if Wen Ziyang will be happy for him if he finds out, Wen Yu smiles from the bottom of his heart.

"Do you have lunch in the cafeteria?"

In the last class in the morning, Fang Yang poked Wen Yu and asked in a low voice.

Wen Yu refused decisively. The cafeteria at noon was more crowded than the tourist attractions on holidays, and there were always so few dishes to eat, so I got tired of it.

Fang Yang raised his eyebrows, his face clear, "Go to Grandma He!"

Wen Yu nodded, looked at the clock that was 3 minutes away from get out of class time, and started thinking about the lunch menu in his head.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, students in blue and white school uniforms crowded out like ants. Wen Yu slowly packed up his books, and waited until the people had almost left before catching up with Fang Yang at the end of the crowd.

The structure of the teaching building is four rooms on the first floor, three of which are used as classrooms, and one is used as a teacher's office.

The top three classes are experimental classes.

The order of the classes is based on the overall score. Wen Yu is in the fourth class, which is the class whose average score is only a little short of the experimental class.

It is the most embarrassing position where you can't get up or down, so the head teacher uses this to stimulate them to study hard all day long.

The school has a rule that the top 250 in the final exam can apply to enter the experimental class. Similarly, if someone in the experimental class falls back to the [-]th place or later, they have to go down to the parallel class.

Wen Yu is not interested in the top [-]. After all, she is hindered by a partial English subject. In her previous school, her best grades were only around seventy or eighty. It just depends on whether the teacher in the English group of the test was kind enough to hand out the test paper.

But her lack of interest does not mean that others are not interested. I don't know how many people in Class [-] and Class [-] are staring at the positions of the first three classes, waiting to squeeze one out during the final exam.

The two mingled at the end of the crowd with the least density, and after only a few steps, they found that many people in front of them turned their heads and stared.

Wen Yu knew that it was absolutely impossible for this kind of curious and amazed eyes to be given to him.

"Tang Yi, I blame you for being so slow. I guess I can't even grab a pair of chopsticks in the cafeteria now."

"Can you blame me? Sister Song, you say yes."

"Ah."

It was still the same indifferent tone, Wen Yu knew what the group of people were looking at even without looking back.

The only ones who can still walk behind them are the students who just came down from upstairs.

Above the fourth class, among the 110 students in the three experimental classes, there are only a handful of people who can be called "Sister Song".

Wen Yu took Fang Yang's arm and dragged her to walk faster.

Song Qiulin walked at the end of the crowd, at the top of the steps. He could see Wen Yu in the crowd with a different trajectory from others when he lowered his eyes. Before he could see who the girl was holding her hand, Zhang Youyuan bumped her shoulder.

"Sister Song, why don't we borrow the school badges of some day students from others and go out to eat."

Song Qiulin's eyes followed the figure in the gray sweater jacket and disappeared around the corner, and he took a long time to look back and nodded slightly.

The school leaving time of No. [-] Middle School is after the last class in the afternoon. During the lunch break, only day students can go out. The school badges of day students and boarding students are different in color, and they need to show the security guards before going out.

Fortunately, today's security guards are easy to talk to. Seeing Song Qiulin who looks familiar coming over, he smiled and asked, "Is the cafeteria full again?"

Song Qiulin nodded with a smile, "It's late."

"Then go out and eat something good. When all the young people are growing up, how can they be full if they eat something with clear soup and little water all day long?" The uncle pressed the button to open the door, without checking their school cards, and passed The two people who were following Song Qiulin with hippie smiles were also let out.

The back street of the school passed a large supermarket, and the back half was lined with all kinds of small restaurants. Fast-serving restaurants like Braised Chicken Shaxian were already full of people.

Wen Yu Fangyang walked with his head buried, and got into a small alley under an old yellowed signboard at the end.

You can smell the tempting aroma of food when you enter the alley, and you can walk a few tens of meters to a restaurant with simple decoration.

The restaurant is small, but the menu is extremely rich. This is why Wen Yu chose this place. She has a big appetite and is good at eating. Grandma He can eat several different foods in one meal, which can fill her stomach And satisfy my hunger.

Wen Yu can eat and eat, but he is not picky. Grandma He's craftsmanship is not high-end, but the taste is not bad.

Because the location is hard to find, there are not many people in the store. Grandma He's half-white hair is neatly coiled behind her head, and her raised cheekbones are healthy red.

"Come on, let's see what we have for dinner today." She put down the newspaper in her hand and stood up very neatly.

"Shrimp dumplings, fried rice cakes with crab roe, wontons in mushroom and chicken soup..."

"Wen Yu..." Fang Yang beside her tugged on her clothes, with a barely audible warning in his voice.

"Wait."

Wen Yu pointed at the menu with a serious attitude, "Let's have pork liver fried noodles."

If you want to eat a lot, you can order them all. After all, she can eat it all, so Wen Yu doesn't have much time to worry about it.

After clicking, she turned to look at Fang Yang, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yang didn't speak at this time, but pointed his finger behind carefully.

Wen Yu looked at it disapprovingly, and what caught his eye was F3 whom he had just seen on the stairs.

"Sister Song... are we going to eat with her?" Tang Yi's face was full of surprise.

Just now, she passed by the noodle shop she often eats and wanted to go in, but Song Qiulin dragged her to follow her here.

By the way, has this store always been there?How did she meet for the first time after studying for two years.

Song Qiulin, who was standing at the C position, had less cold and aggressive eyes than usual, and her posture also seemed relaxed. Hearing Tang Yi's question, she squinted at Wen Yu and didn't speak.

Tang Yi had no choice but to turn that attention to Wen Yu, "When did you two make an appointment to have dinner together?"

Wen Yu's mind was filled with question marks from her question.

"That's all just now. Didn't you help us order it in advance?" Tang Yi turned to look at Fang Yang. They were in a club, and their relationship was not deep or shallow, and they were also greeting each other in private.

"..."

Song Qiulin and Wen Yu were less fond of explaining than the other, but fortunately there was Fang Yang who was willing to save the situation, "You misunderstood, she wanted to eat all of them alone."

Now Zhang Youyuan spoke, "It's not that she reported at least three staple foods just now, she ate so much by herself."

"Four." Fang Yang corrected, not surprising, "That's how much she eats."

Wen Yu had already walked out while they were talking, and sat at the table closest to the dining outlet. Even though the three of them were discussing her abnormal appetite in front of her, they didn't respond at all.

She has already set a code of conduct for herself, except when someone provokes her, she just needs to talk less at the rest of the time.

The present situation clearly belongs to the latter.

Playing with mobile phones outside the school is not controlled. Wen Yu also took the opportunity to check on Weibo. Last night, after a long absence, he teamed up with Li Yanran to eat chicken, so Weibo comments and @ are very lively at this time.

Even if she is self-clearing, she can't stop the imagination of netizens. In addition, Li Yanran doesn't think it's a big deal to disclose her sexuality on the Internet. People often make her and her good female friends into CP. Wen Yu is one of the victims A wretch at the deepest level.

She glanced twice, and most of them were cp fans @赵新闻 on Li Yanran's Weibo. She always pretended not to see this kind of thing, but this time even Li Yanran got involved.

Although Li Yanran likes to make trouble during the live broadcast, she also knows that Wen Yu doesn't like to be involved in these CP fans' YY, so she will pay attention to keeping a proper distance from her on Weibo, and even clarified the relationship between the two for her. Not a so-called couple, just ordinary friends.

"Where is Sister Song sitting?"

"casual."

There was a sound of pulling a stool beside Wen Yu, she half covered the screen vigilantly, and looked up to see Song Qiulin standing beside her table.

"What's wrong."

There was no panic on the Bingshan beauty's face, and she pointed to Wen Yu's right hand indifferently.

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Don't you still want to be next to me?