I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Seeing that Wen Yu didn't respond, Song Qiulin leaned over and stretched out his hand towards her at the same time.

The wide school uniform rubbed against the side of the face, and it was slightly itchy, and the closer the distance, the smell on the other party became clearer.

Wen Yu held his breath subconsciously, his heart beat a few beats suddenly, and his chest was stuffy and painful.

"What are you doing!" She stared wide-eyed, like a cat that was frightened and puffed up its fur.

Song Qiulin was pushed hard by Wen Yu's shoulder, but there was no reaction. He changed his hand and took a few tissue boxes from Wen Yu's right hand side, before looking down at her calmly, "Tissue."

"..."

"Song... Sister Song, there are some of these." Tang Yi thought they were going to quarrel, so he quickly asked the proprietress for a whole bag.

It was only then that Wen Yu realized that he had yelled too loudly just now, attracting the attention of several people around him.

She glanced at Fang Yang who was surprised, and explained that it was just a misunderstanding, but she couldn't say anything.

"fine."

Song Qiulin put the brand new bag directly in front of Wen Yu, her black and white eyes seemed to have seen through her deepest thoughts sharply, then she curled her lips and smiled lightly, the smile in her voice shocked Wen Yu The ears are numb.

"She's already borrowed me."

Wen Yu lowered her head, staring at the pack of tissues with her eyes that had no place to rest, and after Song Qiulin left, she felt a rush of heat at the base of her neck. She rubbed her earlobe with her fingers uncomfortably, lowered her head and pretended to be serious Look at the appearance of the mobile phone.

Click on Li Yanran @自己的微博。

OM Live Streaming Platform: #OM平台第一条加集集团食鸡Friendship Match# Two or more participating members must be anchors on the OM platform. During the registration period, an average of more than four hours of daily live broadcast of the "Jedi Survival" game is required, and mobile games are not limited or pc version...

Li Yanran's @her comment is the first comment below.

OM Li Yanran: Fuwa gets in the car! @不着不着不着不着贵的Ruanruan

First of all, Wen Yu doesn't have the slightest interest in game competitions. To participate in the competition, she has to broadcast the game live for four hours a day. Doesn't this mean her life?

Wen Yu pursed his lips and typed.

Ruan Ruan who is not short of money: too little bonus.

Wen Yu quit Weibo before there was a new round of explosions in the news on Weibo, but Li Yanran knocked on her on WeChat.

Li Yanran: Are you really not going to participate?If you win, you can hang on the home page for a whole week

Ruanruan: so?

Li Yanran: Previously, Zhou Jieke gained [-] followers after being posted on the homepage for one day. Do you calculate how much we can gain after being posted for seven days?

Zhou Jieke is the number one brother in the mobile game area, with 20 more fans than Li Yanran.

Ruanruan: Not counting.

Li Yanran: Forgot, you are a guy who doesn't care about your popularity at all

Li Yanran: For the sake of my relationship with your sister, can't you promise me once?

Ruan Ruan: My sister called me to block you, I am already very merciful

Li Yanran: Lie, Ziyang is so gentle that he wouldn't treat me like this.

Ruanruan: [Screenshot]

Li Yanran: ...

Li Yanran: Well, if you say what you want, as long as you participate, I will buy it for you.

purchase?

Wen Yu knocked on the table casually, thinking about what he wanted.

Ruan Ruan: Besides, you don’t have to look for me, I’m good at technical entertainment, playing games is too embarrassing.

Li Yanran: Who said that we are so soft and embarrassing, the posture of throwing the grenade is so standard, and the bullets that kill the enemy are so simple, you will always be my best teammate

"Cut." Knowing that it was just Li Yanran's poor mouth, Wen Yu was still amused to laugh.

The clear and crisp laughter was very familiar to Song Qiulin's ears, and his eyes turned indistinctly around Wen Yu's side face, staying at the corner of the upturned mouth.

Ruan Ruan: Come on, let's eat.

Fang Yang came over with shrimp dumplings and sat down next to her, "Are you going to the canteen later?"

Wen Yu took one bite at a time, and half of the shrimp dumplings were lost in an instant, "Go, why don't you go, isn't it a physical education class in the afternoon?"

Ms. Wen helped her make a three-year leave form with the school for physical education plus morning jogging, so physical education is equivalent to rest time for Wen Yu. She often buys snacks in advance and stuffs them in her pockets, waiting for the physical education teacher to lead everyone to exercise I secretly took it out to eat a few bites.

After the meal, Wen Yu walked out of the restaurant with a satisfied belly. The canteen was in the school, some distance from the teaching building of the second year of high school, so she simply took a path with Fang Yang and entered from the West Forest.

"Wow, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't believe that a girl could eat so much."

"The key point is that people eat so much faster than you. Shouldn't you check yourself?" Tang Yi poked Zhang Youyuan's forehead, "The time wasted waiting for you to eat in one semester, combined, I can memorize a history textbook gone."

Song Qiulin, who was walking at the end, suddenly said, "You two go back first, I'll go to the bathroom."

"There shouldn't be many people in the toilet on our floor now, let's go together."

Tang Yi hammered Zhang Youyuan's back, "You don't care where Sister Song is going."

There are not many people in the canteen at this point, but 10 minutes ahead, it will be a spectacular scene of crowds.

Wen Yu wandered slowly among the tall iron shelves with a small basket. She just picked aimlessly, and took down the good ones she saw.

"Fang Yang, where are the beef cubes that you said were delicious last time?"

"The top shelf in the penultimate row, red packaging." Fang Yang stood at the other end, but skillfully directed the direction for Wen Yu.

Wen Yu stood in front of the shelf, looked up at the highest floor, "What do you have enough for?"

Fang Yang is not as tall as her, so I don't know why he is so flexible in holding things from high places.

"There is a pole in the corner, use that to hook it."

"……Oh."

Wen Yu put the basket on the ground, and was just about to show off, when a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Which one?"

She looked back in a daze, Song Qiulin's beautiful face was close at hand, then her slender eyebrows were raised, and she looked at her with a questioning look, "I'll help you."

"No need." Wen Yu turned sideways to get out from her, but found that her body was so close that there was no way for her to retreat.

Is this person particularly good at blocking doors?It was at the school gate, it was in the toilet, and now it is...

"This or this?" There weren't many things on the top, Song Qiulin leaned against her, raised his slender arms to take one of each, and placed them in front of Wen Yu.

"..." Wen Yu pointed to the red bag, but Song Qiulin raised his hand and looked down at Wen Yu who was standing on tiptoe, "Don't you need to say thank you?"

Did I force you to get it for me?

"Give."

"No need." Wen Yu raised his chin and stared at her.

She reasonably suspected that this person was intentionally teasing her, and she didn't accept such "good intentions".

"So easy to get angry?"

I don't know if it's Wen Yu's illusion, but Song Qiulin's soft voice seems to have a hint of pampering, not so much showing kindness, but more like a handy gesture when teasing cats and dogs.

"Wen Yu, I'm fine..." Fang Yang stood in place holding the bag that had been settled, "Are you... arguing?"

You're still so close, you'll start a fight if you say a few more words, right?

"No." Song Qiulin smiled kindly at her, and then threw the package into Wen Yu's shopping basket.

"Wait, don't go." Wen Yu called Song Qiulin to stop.

Song Qiulin turned around, "Huh?"

Wen Yu pointed to the top of his head, "Take two more bags."

Fang Yang opened his mouth wide. In her eyes, these words were no different from proactive provocation. Wen Yu must have been too bold. Didn't she agree that she was just pretending casually? Why did she really provoke Song Qiulin?

"Still the same?"

But what surprised Fang Yang even more was that Song Qiulin really came back, and there was no hint of impatience in his tone.

There were two "pops", and there were two more bags in Wen Yu's basket, and then she opened the corner of her mouth and showed an extremely insincere smile, "Thank you."

After Song Qiulin left, Fang Yang and Wen Yu whispered: "Didn't you say you won't provoke Song Qiulin? What happened to you at noon? Fortunately, she wasn't really angry."

"I didn't provoke her." Wen Yu raised his hand, "I swear to God."

"Then Song Qiulin is not someone who will take the initiative to find fault with others. I heard from her classmates that although she doesn't like to talk, she actually has a very good personality."

Wen Yu snorted through his nose, "Then you are still my deskmate, do you think I look like someone who always quarrels with others?"

Fang Yang: Let me be honest?Don't make things difficult for me.

Fang Yang turned on the phone and showed her the hotly discussed posts on the campus forum.

No matter how Wen Yu argues with Fang Yang, news of her feud with Song Qiulin has long been spread outside. The posts on the forum have gone from scolding in the bathroom at the beginning to discussing the two fighting in a restaurant today. Someone even replied that they saw Song Qiulin tear Wen Yu's clothes with their own eyes.

"No? This group of people is too exaggerated, and why she tore my clothes, do I look so low in strength?"

"Song Qiulin is 1.7 meters six, so he is half a head taller than you. In addition, he broke the school record in long and short distances in the sports meeting. He is the main force of the school basketball team. I heard that he has also learned Sanda. Do you think about your chances of winning?"

"The lady from a rich family learns piano, and she learns Sanda?" Wen Yu threw a piece of beef into his mouth, "And who said that I will definitely lose. Fighting can't just be based on strength. How hard I eat is how strong you are. Didn't know yesterday was-"

"At what?"

Yesterday your sister and I were pushed against the partition with an elbow!But what can I tell you!

"It's nothing." Wen Yu stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth, smothering the conversation, "The lunch break is almost over, why don't you sleep on your stomach?"

Their class is divided into two factions during the lunch break. One is positive and motivated students who want to get into the experimental class all day long, and spend the rest of the time studying except for the few 10 minutes during the lunch break.

There is also a school of self-seeking blessings. It is time to go to class, and after class, it is like a robot with unloaded clockwork, so the grades have always been tepid.

At the moment, those who lie on the table for lunch break are all the second faction.

Wen Yu, on the other hand, belongs to the school of completely letting go of himself. He doesn't have to be serious when studying, and he never tires himself out of time outside of studying.

But the first section this afternoon is mathematics, the subject she is most interested in, and she plans to use this time to preview.

Fang Yang was not surprised that she treated different classes very differently, so he lay down on the table and prepared to take a nap.

The mathematics teacher is a young woman, not tall, with a baby face, but she is very strict. She is young but her teaching level is not low. She was sent to teach an experimental class in her second year, and almost no one in her class dared to miss out.

Wen Yu also felt that the rhythm of her class was very comfortable, without procrastination, and the application and analysis of key formulas were explained very clearly, but from time to time in the class, someone raised their hand to ask questions, which would always interrupt the comfortable rhythm.

"Wen Yu, come to my office after class." After class, Babyface called Wen Yu's name.

Wen Yu closed the book and followed him out.

"The teacher has seen your previous grades, they are very good, do you have confidence in this midterm exam?"

"Yes." She leaned lazily on the railing of the corridor.

"Looking at your state of class, you have gradually adapted."

"Ah."

"The teacher believes that you are a good child. You don't need to take it to heart when some classmates like to gossip." The math teacher stared into her eyes and asked tentatively, "You should have a good relationship with Qiu Lin from Class [-], right? "

"..." The teacher also visits the forum when he has nothing to do?

"Fortunately."

The math teacher seemed to be relieved, and finally got to the point, "I heard that you have participated in many math competitions before and won a good ranking?"

"...I have participated." After all, it is the only interest.

"Well, are you willing to participate in next year's competition?"

"Maybe."

"The teacher has high expectations of you, and I believe you can perform as extraordinary as Qiu Lin."

Wen Yu scratched the palm of his hand with his fingers, feeling a little itchy in his heart. Why can't he surpass her if he is the same as her?

"If you are willing, the teacher recommends that you participate in extracurricular competition tutoring. It will definitely help you a lot through unified and targeted training."

Wen Yu guessed most of it earlier, and it's not surprising to hear her say, "How about time."

"It's not in a hurry now, there is only a two-hour class every Wednesday afternoon."

The last session of No. [-] Middle School every Wednesday afternoon is a class meeting. The experimental class is used for self-study and lecture papers. Putting it in the parallel class is equivalent to leaving school early. In the past, Wen Yu was able to save this little time and start the live broadcast earlier.

I just postponed the live broadcast and asked for leave...

"Well, how about you go back and think about it first, and then talk to the teacher after you think about it?"

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Wen Yu answered the teacher's words, but in fact, his thoughts had already flown away with the crowds of people flocking to the playground.

"Okay, then you go to gym class."

"goodbye teacher."

Back in the classroom, Fang Yang was really the only one left, and Wen Yu squatted down by the table, "I have snacks."

"Hold it for you." Fang Yang took out a small plastic bag from his pocket, "I still want to say that if you don't come, I will go down first."

Wen Yu took it and stuffed it into his pocket, and then aligned the opening of the bag with the opening of the pocket, so that he could grab food with one hand, which was very convenient.

"Cough." Taking the good things, Wen Yu suddenly asked, "Fang Yang, are you familiar with that guy named Tang in the first class?"

"Ah?" Fang Yang was still taking off his coat, and the two walked out the door side by side, "It's normal, what's the matter."

"Just that Song Qiulin, what's his background?"