After wearing the book, Little Green Tea was favored by five villains

Song Yingying is not a person who likes to read. After reading for a while, he feels sleepy. Probably because he is in the classroom. The blackboard, podium, and the warm light from the delicate windows really make people feel sleepy.

She was lying on the table, sleepy, and fell asleep after a while.

Suddenly there was no sound of turning pages around, Yu Fengyao glanced sideways.

She put her hands under her face, her side face was pressed into lumps, her pink lips were slightly pursed due to the backlog, her eyelashes were long and curled up, covering those clear eyes that looked like the judgment of God up.

In this way, there is no strong discomfort.

Looking at those bright eyes, people who have been in the dark for a long time suddenly see the sun, it is very dazzling, and if they look directly for a long time, their eyes will go blind.

He took the initiative to avoid disaster, but the sun was shining brightly, not shining on him.

So uncomfortable.

Will get sunburned.

Yu Fengyao's previous temptation flashed through Yu Fengyao's mind, and it was the first time that she did not act bravely.

This is much more pleasing to the eye.

Nosy what to do, good people often get into trouble.

He admits that she is a good person, a very kind person, but her kindness puts herself in a more difficult and dangerous situation. To him, she is not considered a benefactor.

Yu Fengyao had a very clear understanding of himself.

Circles that shouldn't be joined together, don't forcefully join them.

The game that shouldn't be played with his funds should not be greedy.

Yu Fengyao returned his gaze to the book.

Song Yingying slept on her stomach, while Yu Fengyao read quietly.

At that point in the lunch break, Song Yingying was still sleeping.

Yu Fengyao walked to the door with the book in his arms.

Being late to the university, it’s okay if you don’t get caught by the roll call, but if you get caught.

Although I don't know if she has classes in the afternoon, but normally, the freshman year is relatively busy, so she should have classes.

Yu Fengyao stepped out of the classroom threshold with one foot, raised the other foot, but stayed in midair without moving.

He turned back and called for someone.

Yu Fengyao didn't reach out to touch her, but held the book, and gently patted Song Yingying on the head:

"Student Song, wake up."

"Hmm..." Song Yingying opened his eyes in bewilderment, and met Yu Fengyao's dark eyes.

It's usually fine, but looking at it this way, it's scary.

So peaceful.

A scientist conducted an experiment by locking people in a room without any sound to see how long they could survive.

When there is no sound at all, and only the heartbeat can be heard quietly, I will think wildly.

And when a person's eyes are as calm as a pool of stagnant water, it can also be scary.

Song Yingying stared at it for a few seconds, then raised a sweet smile:

"Thank you for waking me up."

Yu Fengyao didn't speak, he stared at her for a long time, and then slightly curled his lips:

"Let's go."

The two majors are different, and the classrooms are different. They separated from the door of this classroom, and each rushed to their respective goals. They are two parallel lines that do not intersect. The brief encounter can only be seen but not touched.

There are many courses in the freshman year, and there are many things to do when the school starts.

For example, when a freshman joins the club, she is Song Ling's younger sister, so the student union members tried to persuade her to join the student union.

Song Yingying sat down at random in the cafeteria after a day's class, facing a few familiar students from the student union.

He Baojuan stared at Song Yingying with his face propped up while smiling:

"Welcome, do you want to join the student union? It's very convenient to do anything."

Song Yingying shook her head lightly, refusing to be decisive and not procrastinating:

"No."

There are too many things in the student union, and there are too many troubles. She has to spare a lot of time to engage in romance, so she can't go to the student union.

"Sister, why don't you come to our Sanda Club and learn some self-defense skills, how to defend against wolves, and even beat up scumbags!"

Song Yingying blinked her eyes, beating up a scumbag is very exciting.

But her force value is enough, so she doesn't need to study anymore.

He Baojuan pushed the person away:

"You're so annoying. This is our president's sister. She's close to the water, so don't disturb our chat!"

"It's the former president! Senior Song Ling has resigned!"

The two quarreled childishly.

Song Yingying silently bowed her head and cooked without saying a word.

She has a purpose.

After dinner, I answered a phone call from Song Ling.

Song Ling came with a clear intention:

"He Baojuan, I told him that I won't let him bother you again in the future."

Song Yingying sincerely thanked: "Thank you brother."

Song Ling did a good job in other things besides prescribing the medicine, especially dealing with some trivial and troublesome matters. He watched all directions and listened to all directions, and he was especially able to notice some details that others could not notice.

"Welcome, you're too polite." Song Ling's voice was gentle, like a glass of lukewarm water. It may not have any unique taste, but it is especially thirst-quenching.

"Then I won't be polite." Song Yingying changed his words very quickly, and his mind was racing:

"It's better to send money than to ask for warmth!"

Brother, do you understand my hint?

Song Ling: "...um."

It's unnecessary to say this.

Song Yingying quickly accepted the transfer, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat.

On the original open space, now there are stalls of various associations, and the associations are recruiting new people, and each association is trying their best to recruit people.

She and Chen Zhiyin and Tang Doukou formed a group, and in the group Tang Doukou was asking them what club they wanted to join.

Chen Zhiyin has already joined the poetry club, but Tang Doukou has not decided.

Song Yingying clarified the purpose:

"Photography Department."

She went to dawdle and hired a cameraman by the way.

Although Dad Song gave her money, Wen Rushi's cooperation with Wen Rushi was confirmed and he was short of signing, but as a director, he had to be stingy to handle things.

It doesn't matter whether the photographer is famous or not, what matters is whether the style is what she likes and is suitable.

Song Yingying doesn't have high requirements, and doesn't want to use difficult mirrors.

In addition, those who study photography, more or less know a little bit of editing, isn't this talent already in hand?

It is not difficult to join the society.

Just ask some basic questions, and, to be honest, girls have their own advantages, especially good-looking girls.

When Song Yingying stood there, it was a beautiful landscape and a living signboard.

The director of the photography department is a very sassy girl, she said with some surprise:

"I thought you were going to join the student union, so I never hoped to find you, a school girl, to recommend our club."

Song Yingying's eyes were crooked with a smile, looking like a cunning little fox:

"No, I like photography very much."

The president asked a few questions symbolically:

"Do you know anything about photography?"

"Is there any equipment?"

"Can the association actively cooperate with activities to be held?"

After answering one by one, he recruited directly:

"Welcome the new member."

The photography department has a mix of men and women, which is much better than the Monk Temple in the computer department, and you can see fragrant and soft girls.

For girls, they hate creatures like green tea, but facing Song Yingying, a cute girl who is sweet and soft, speaks clearly, and speaks with a lychee flavor that is sweet and not greasy.

She has a good personality and a sweet mouth, and she quickly became acquainted with everyone.

The president looked at the girl who was surrounded by the crowd and smiled brightly, with envy on his face:

It took me two months to become like this, and she actually talked and laughed with everyone the very day she joined the club. Is this a social cow?