Did the female supporting role get rich today [Quick Transmigration]

Ye Xichen just looked at her like this.

The smile is bright, the dimples are shallow, and the almond-sized eyes are bent into two bridges.

Ling Qinghe was absent-minded for a moment, and then suddenly, a smile gradually overflowed from her face, and the frozen snow mountains between her eyebrows and eyes melted layer by layer.

"You..."

She kept smiling, her fingers moved slightly, and she really wanted to hug this sweet and unknowing person in front of her into her arms, and kiss her from forehead to lips like she did countless times in normal times.

Fortunately, reason reminded her that this is a high school campus.

"Good~"

Probably out of consideration for the crowd around her, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Ye Xichen smiled even more happily.

She is already very familiar with this word, even if she can't hear the sound, she can still see it from the shape of the other person's mouth.

She held out her right hand and made a fist.

"Let me do a magic trick for you!"

"Okay." The tone was gentle, full of pampering.

"Hold out your hand."

Ling Qinghe did as he did, and Ye Xichen turned his outstretched right hand with the palm facing the sky.

"Looking good~"

Ye Xichen had a good look, and solemnly spread out her hand "swish", waved it around in front of Ling Qinghe's eyes, then clenched into a fist again, hovering over Ling Qinghe's palm.

"It's time to witness the miracle..."

With a grasp of the void, Ye Xichen's fist melted into a palm, and suddenly landed on the palm directly below.

Ling Qinghe was waiting for something that might appear out of nowhere in his palm, but he saw her giggling and slowly inserting her fingers into his own.

"Look, I've grown to like you even more!"

Fingers intertwined.

Ling Qinghe exerted a little force on his hand, and the warmth from his palm made people temporarily forget the reminder from reason just now.

The two clasped their hands as if no one was there, their eyes met, and they immediately fell elsewhere.

The sneaky look seemed to be playing the most exciting game.

It was Ye Xichen who saw Teacher Ye not far away, his ears turned red, and then he pulled out his hand suddenly.

Teacher Ye put his hands behind his waist, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

I don't know how long I stood there watching and listening to it.

After seeing the two young men with their hands apart, they walked over.

"Mr. Yu and I are going to attend the dinner party of the grade group in the evening. You two should go back first."

"Okay, then let's go first." Ye Xichen told him, "Eat something before drinking, don't drink too much."

"Understood." Teacher Ye waved his hand impatiently.

"Go back quickly, if you don't go, you will be stuck on the road again later."

"Then we're really leaving!"

"Let's go, let's go," Teacher Ye said like chasing a sparrow, and when the two turned around, he still didn't forget to make up the knife behind.

"Chenchen, this is a high school, pay attention to influence in school!"

In the tone, there are undisguised ridicule and laughter.

These words made the red that had just disappeared not long ago creep up to Ye Xichen's ears again.

She paused for a moment, then increased the speed of her feet.

Not wanting to pay attention to Teacher Ye's deliberate mischief, she didn't give any response behind her.

The two left early, which also caused them not to see the next most exciting scene.

Teacher Ye sent Ye Xichen and the two of them away, turned around and learned and sold them now, and used the same magic routine on Teacher Yu.

It's a pity that Mr. Yu's character design of Gaoling Zhihua is still standing, and he is not given the slightest chance to show off.

The two juniors were not in front of him, and Teacher Yu was no longer stingy with his white eyes. Looking at Teacher Ye's eyes was no different from seeing an idiot.

"Ye Hongmao."

"Hey!" Teacher Ye replied loudly, her round face smiling like a flower.

"This trick, you used it 30 years ago."

Teacher Ye blushed suddenly.

Thirty years ago, Lao Ye was still "Xiao Ye", a poor teacher who couldn't be more ordinary.

In the process of pursuing his sweetheart, besides the love letters, he can't afford other expensive gifts.

I saw David Copperfield's magic show on TV by chance, and was inspired to perform a little magic trick for my sweetheart.

An exaggerated red silk scarf covers the enamel cup, and then it is slowly pulled away from the cup, finally turning into a plastic rose.

This magic trick moved Teacher Yu, who was still a young and beautiful girl at the time, to tears.

But now, Teacher Yu only gave him a supercilious look.

The past cannot be traced...

Teacher Ye patted the back of his head, but in the end he was tense and refused to take back his outstretched right hand.

"Hey, the magic is different this time."

Teacher Yu didn't speak, just looked at him quietly with a vague smile on his lips.

Teacher Ye was a little anxious: "What...you stretch out your hand first, this time the magic is really different."

"What's different?"

Teacher Yu's mocking expression returned to mocking, but he stretched out his hand as he said.

The white and soft jade hands that used to be, after decades of washing, cooking and holding a pen to write, are no longer as stunning as they were when they first met.

The slender middle finger has a small bump at the joint close to the nail.

That is the imprint left by writing with pen and chalk for too long-Ms. Yu has always written with sharp pen and heavy pen.

Teacher Ye's heart was sour, and inexplicable emotions almost filled his eyes.

"Still the same?" Teacher Yu seemed to be running out of patience.

"Change! Of course I have to change! Look, I'm going to start changing right away."

Quickly adjusted his expression, Teacher Ye hung his fist over the palm of this hand.

He separated his fists, made a hand-waving gesture that magicians often do, and waved around in front of Teacher Yu's eyes.

"It's still the same old way..." Seeing the familiar movements, Teacher Yu pursed the corners of his mouth and suppressed the smile.

At this moment, the direction of Teacher Ye's palm has turned a corner, and it is attached to Teacher Yu's palm.

Before Teacher Yu recovered, he quickly said that line——

“Look, I’m growing to like you even more!”

"..."

The corners of Teacher Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile that hadn't been completely suppressed immediately disappeared without a trace.

I took several deep breaths in my heart, and finally resisted the urge to roll my eyes again.

And Mr. Ye, who felt that he had succeeded in flirting with a girl, didn't notice the other party's speechlessness at all, and was still immersed in studying the direction of the palm.

He and Teacher Yu were standing face to face, and there was no way to interlock their fingers like Ye Xichen and Ling Qinghe did just now.

"Eh? Why is the direction wrong?" Teacher Ye asked.

Teacher Yu's tone was cool: "Have you held enough?"

"Enough grip, enough grip."

Teacher Ye resumed her smirk, but her hand still stayed on the opponent's palm.

"It turned out that the position was wrong..." Teacher Ye found out the reason.

Face to face, resulting in interlocking fingers becoming the official handshake gesture.Those who didn't know the relationship between the two thought it was the first time the two met, and they were being polite to each other.

"What should I do... I seem to be angry..."

Teacher Ye, who was belatedly aware of it, finally came to his senses.

Fortunately, he is a history teacher after all, and Mr. Ye is well aware of the principle that innovation is the first driving force for development. He made a mistake when he made a mistake, and firmly grasped Mr. Yu's right hand with his wrist.

The scene is very touching.

It once reminded people of the important moment of the meeting between the leaders of the two countries in the news broadcast.

Teacher Yu felt his head was big, so he could only remind him in a low voice.

"Ye Hongmao, let go..."

There are people all around, what to do.

"Ms. Yu!" Mrs. Ye resolutely refused to let go, but gripped harder, "Look, I really like you more!"

Loud.

The sincere eyes and touching expression stunned all the teachers and colleagues who were walking towards this side.

"Yo! It's still Mrs. Ye who has a romantic relationship..."

"Lao Ye hides her secrets..."

"No wonder you can catch a flower in our English group..."

……

Missing a wonderful magic show, the two of Ye Xichen came across another equally interesting scene by the flower bed of the playground.

A girl was squatting on the tiles of the flower bed, with her arms around her legs, sobbing softly.

On the side, a boy in school uniform was squatting on the ground, his voice anxious.

"You are already very good, No.6 can add 3 points to our class!"

The girl said nothing, and raised the back of her hand to wipe her eyes.Obviously, she was not very happy about her No.6 result.

The boy tore open a bag of tissues, and said in a more urgent tone, "Hey, don't use your hands! There are bacteria."

"Leave me alone..." the girl's voice was buzzing.

"I don't care about you." The boy probably had numb legs, so he simply sat down on the ground.

"Everyone thinks you are amazing! To be honest, I dare not run 1500 meters.

You, a girl, not only finished the whole course, but also won No.6. You are the long-distance runner of our class. "

The girl shrugged her shoulders, and her voice was intermittent: "I have never...never...been out of the top three."

"Hey... Isn't that different between learning and running?" The boy found a breakthrough and began to praise others fancy.

"You have good grades and good looks. If you can run well, we ordinary people will have to live!"

The girl looked up in astonishment, seeming even more sad: "You just said that I'm a good runner..."

"Uh...it's really amazing..."

The boy didn't understand what he said wrong, "Really, you are the most powerful in my heart!"

"Pfft!" The girl finally burst into laughter.

"What I said is true! Don't laugh! Oh no, that's not what I meant.

Don't cry... just laugh..."

……

Ye Xichen took Ling Qinghe's hand and turned a corner quietly, not disturbing the two people by the flower bed.

Out of sight of the two, Ye Xichen still kept her aunt smiling.

There were not many people around, so Ling Qinghe quickly rubbed her head twice.

"Are you that happy?"

Ye Xichen was in a good mood, walking up and down, "The live version of the school idol drama...of course I'm happy."

It reminded her of the time when she and Ling Qinghe first fell in love.

If I had met Ling Qinghe when I was a student, Ye Xichen thought, "Will we do the same?"

"Huh? What will happen?"

Ling Qinghe only heard a few words of her muttering.

"I was thinking, what would it be like if we went back to campus in the future?"

Ling Qinghe, who has never experienced modern campus life, is not very interested in this idea, "It's the same as now."

Getting younger means that you can't do many things, let alone show your talents in your career.

"Hmm..." Ye Xichen pursed her lips, and decided not to argue with an ancient person like her.

Pointing to the playground, there are groups of students running and playing, which is a youthful atmosphere that cannot be ignored.

Ye Xichen speaks earnestly and is determined to educate Ling Qinghe on the heart of a girl.

"It's hard to go back to school, of course I have to be like them and have a sweet campus love!"

Just like the two people I met at the flower bed just now, the kind that is young and innocent, sweet but not greasy, and does not contain any impurities.

"Aren't you looking forward to it at all..." She couldn't wait to do campus tasks.

Ling Qinghe next to him pursed his lips slightly, lost in thought.

After a long time, she seemed to understand the meaning of Ye Xichen's words, and she finally spoke.

"study hard, improve every day."

"Um???"

Ye Xichen was dazed.

What did Qinghe say just now?Did she hear correctly?

Aren't they talking about sweet campus love?Why did you suddenly talk about studying?

Ling Qinghe didn't understand the essence of the word "um", and still had reservations about Ye Xichen's suggestion.

"The college entrance examination in Huaguo is so difficult. I have never been exposed to the knowledge of high school. You...should still have some memories.

It’s okay to wear it until the first year of high school. We can catch up with the progress of our studies only by self-study.

I'm afraid that one day our identity will suddenly become a third year in high school... In this way, the college entrance examination will be in danger. "

"No..." Ye Xichen was depressed, "Why should we consider the big difficulty of the college entrance examination..."

Can't she just let her daydream first?

"Be prepared." The more Ling Qinghe thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. "After returning home, high school textbooks should be added to the book list...Junior high school textbooks should also be added. By the way, we can learn about Huaguo's education system."

Ye Xichen didn't even have the strength to smile anymore.

"What if... I mean what if, what we're wearing is not Huaguo?" You can't find all the middle and high school textbooks in the world to read.

"Huh?" Ling Qinghe was also stunned, and said after a while, "You're right, I'm the one who bothered me."

Ye Xichen breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said, "Finally, I don't have to accept the baptism of the mountain of the college entrance examination anymore."

She had already returned the knowledge in the textbook to the teacher, how could she remember much?

If she really wanted her to go through one test a week and one test a month, she could only choose a dog leash.

……

Far away from the playground, the noise of the crowd gradually became smaller.

On the campus path, the wind blowing among the treetops is no longer hot in the afternoon, and gradually calms down.

In the air, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which seems to be absent, sneaks into the tip of the nose quietly, riding the free ride of the evening wind.

Ye Xichen regained her childlike innocence, and stretched out her hand under a tall sweet-scented osmanthus tree. When she found that she couldn't reach it, she tried every means to stand on tiptoe.

Still a little bit worse.

There is always a little distance between the fingertips and the shortest branch.

She does not believe in evil.The feet were no longer padded, and he took a deep breath, ready to make a jump.

Hey!

Before she even started to jump, the flower-scented branches automatically jumped into her hands.

Ling Qinghe smiled and helped her pick off a small bunch.Small, there are only five or six flowers in total, and they are only the size of a grain of rice.

Ye Xichen spread the bright yellow flower in the palm of her hand, brought it to the tip of her nose and smelled it.

The fragrance is intoxicating.

There are flowers and beauties, everything is beautiful.

I wanted to take this opportunity to have a few more words with Ling Qing and Niwai, but I was afraid that she would say "Do not destroy school property" later.After thinking about it, Ye Xichen still held back the desire to speak.

Unexpectedly, when she closed her eyes and was intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, Ling Qinghe still spoke.

"The question you just mentioned is very likely. So, maybe we should add a few foreign languages ​​to our book list."

"!!!"

She opened her mouth, and in an instant, her head turned countless times, but she couldn't find any reason to refute.

Helpless, but in the end he could only half open his lips, unable to say anything.

Who let this question be raised by her.

"I...we..."

We don't have to play so big!

She couldn't beat Ling Qinghe by reasoning, so she could only stare at her with aggrieved eyes: "I don't want to..."

"Do not want?"

Ling Qinghe lost his usual seriousness, lowered his head and chuckled.

"But, I don't have a portable space, I can't hold so many books and materials..."

"...?!"

"Ah!!! You bullied me again!"

Just being a porter, why are you talking so scary!

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