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

There are make-up classes arranged on the weekends of the third year of high school, so the last class every Friday becomes a class meeting to increase cleaning.

Ye Xichen wet the rag and began to wipe the window sill and tiles beside the seat.

In the gap of the glass window, after carefully cleaning the dust with a sponge, only the cleaning work of the two sides of the glass is left.

Ling Qinghe stood behind her. After she finished wiping the lower glass, she took the sponge and stretched out her long hand to wipe the upper glass surface clean.

"You're done!" Ye Xichen twisted her neck, stood on the balcony, admiring the masterpiece of the two.

Ling Qing touched the top of her head like a reward.

With the approach of sunset, the sunset gradually took on a tinge of orange, which was reflected on the mirror-like glass, casting a layer of warm light on the faces of the two of them.

A gust of wind blew, and the curtains inside the door fluttered on the balcony.

The huge blue cloth instantly surrounded the two of them.

Ling Qinghe stretched out his hand and straightened the curtain that originally only covered half of their faces. In an instant, the two fell into a narrow sky-blue space.

"Nine-year-old Xiao Xichen, do you wear a high ponytail or a braid? No matter which one it is, it should be as cute as now."

"So in your eyes, long hair is cute!" Ye Xichen said with a smile, "What if I have short hair?"

"As long as it's you, long hair is also cute, and short hair is also cute."

Ling Qinghe hugged her from behind, lowered his head to brush past her ear, and left his kiss on the jumping dimple.

Ye Xichen turned her head and chased the owner of the kiss with a smile.

Unfortunately, she was interrupted by Yang Bo's voice before she went back to kiss her back.

"Yiman, have you seen Sister Chen and the others?"

"It seems to be cleaning the windows, it should be on the balcony."

Ye Xichen had no choice but to reveal her face from a ball of curtains, and reached out her hand to signal.

"Here we are. Too windy, covered by curtains."

Yang Bo was very nervous and didn't find anything wrong. After laughing at the luck of the two of them, he asked with a smile: "Do you want to go to the library for evening self-study?

I have already told Lu Ban that Yiman and I will go to the library to look up information in the first night of the evening study. If you want to go, you can also join me. "

"Okay, let's go together." Ye Xichen agreed very readily.

She has already recognized the reality, everything is going well today, except that it is not suitable for quiet reading.

Fortunately, with the strength of the two of them, it is not short of a day and a half of review.

……

library.

The administrator teacher looked suspiciously at several of them twice, and only after Yang Bo explained that the four of them had already been escorted and came here with the consent of the class teacher did they let them go.

After registering the student number and time, Yang Bo put away the library card and looked at Ye Xichen and the two of them.

"Yiman and I will go to the fourth floor to look for books first, and when the bell rings for the end of get out of class, we will meet up on the second floor?"

"Go, go, see you later." Ye Xichen chased him away.

What do you look for in books?It's all an excuse.

At first glance, it is not a person who came to study seriously.

The library has a total of five floors, and the first and fifth floors are not open. The real library is only on the second, third and fourth floors.

Ye Xichen and the two held hands and stepped up to the third floor.

In the deepest part of the third floor, there are two rows of bookshelves, which are the favorites of all the students in the school. On the bookshelves against the wall are martial arts novels and various youth novels; Manga and manga magazines.

Ever since the first year of high school accidentally discovered this secret, Ye Xichen and the others have often come here to spend weekends.

Ye Xichen walked towards the comic book and instructed Ling Qinghe to help.

"Last time, Junji Ito's, help me look for it, is there a sequel?"

"what name?"

"Uh... forgot." Ye Xichen tilted her head, and after thinking for a few seconds, decided to give up recalling the name of the manga.

"I can't remember the title of the book. If you see his new book later, just tell me."

"Okay." Ling Qinghe also started to scan the books.

The two cooperated tacitly, taking Ye Xichen's horizontal line of sight as the dividing line. Above the line of sight, Ling Qinghe was responsible for finding it; below the line of sight, Ye Xichen's fingers slid across the spine of the book one by one.

"It won't be borrowed."

Ye Xichen searched carefully one by one until he reached the end of the bookshelf, but still found nothing.

Ling Qinghe stopped, pointed to a book above her head and asked, "Is it this one?"

Ye Xichen raised his head and saw the familiar title of the book, his face beamed with joy, "It's it."

Ling Qinghe took it down for her, and saw that she was standing there and began to flip through the book.

"Is it so beautiful? Let me see."

Ling Qinghe bowed his head, rested his chin on her shoulder, and took the book into his hands.

Ye Xichen was in high spirits, excitedly said: "There will be his art exhibition in July, then we... um!"

She opened her eyes wide.

As far as he could see, were Ling Qinghe's smiling eyes, and the inside pages of a certain scary comic book.

"Hey~ I'm back to my senses." Ling Qinghe's lips, after a touch of water, had already left quickly.

After being opened just now, the comic book used to cover the faces of the two was also put down.

Ye Xichen was stiff all over.

Although they were the only ones in the library on the third floor, she had the illusion that she was doing bad things in public.

"Here...there...there's surveillance." She tugged at the corner of Ling Qinghe's clothes, stammering.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I just blocked it with a book."

Ling Qinghe returned the comic book in his hand to her, rubbed the top of her head, worried that he would scare her, and took her left hand again.

"Is ten-year-old Xiao Xichen also this timid?" Ling Qinghe looked into her eyes with a smile.

"I'm not timid, you're always scary..." Ye Xichen's eyes were filled with resentment.

"Aren't horror comics scary?" Ling Qinghe chuckled, pointing out.

"It's different..." When reading horror comics, Ling Qinghe was with her every time, so naturally she didn't feel scary.

Ling Qinghe smiled lowly, squeezed the soft little hand in his hand, "Hey, I won't scare you from now on, I'll take you somewhere."

After finishing speaking, he immediately added with a smile, "There is no monitoring."

The two registered their book numbers and walked all the way from the third floor to the fifth floor.

"Bangdang~"

Ling Qinghe shook the iron chain, and untied the tangled chain, and when the door was pushed, there was another "crack, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Between the two iron gates, a wide gap suddenly appeared, allowing one person to pass through.

The two of them passed through the crack of the door and stepped onto the roof. On the horizon that had not yet completely darkened, there were a few golden sunset glows like maple leaves.

The wind blew past the two of them inadvertently.

Not far away, the outlines of several teaching buildings were clearly visible, covered with a layer of golden light.

Ye Xichen looked around, then suddenly pointed at the teaching building of the third year of high school, and said with a smile, "Look, isn't that old man Gao?"

"It's him."

The old man Gao who had given Ye Xichen countless copies of Chicken Soup was leaning on the balcony with his hands crossed and looking into the distance.

That posture, don't mention how melancholy it is.

Even more coincidentally, in the same teaching building, except for the balcony on the first floor, there was no one there, and on the other four floors, there was a teacher standing on each side, looking into the distance.

They either put their hands behind their backs, light cigarettes with their fingertips, or lean on the balcony like old man Goriot, looking at themselves as sculptures.

There are two words written all over the body - loneliness.

Ye Xichen couldn't help laughing: "Does every teacher like this!"

Without waiting for Ling Qinghe to answer, she clapped her hands and laughed again: "Piao Piao seems to be independent from the world, becoming immortal and ascending to immortality."

"Smooth ghost!" Ling Qinghe tapped her forehead lightly.

The two of them admired the teaching building of No. [-] Middle School under the setting sun for more than ten minutes, from the laughing discussion at the beginning, to the sighing and nostalgia at the end, and to the final silence.

The two leaned against the guardrail of the roof, sat on the ground, and snuggled up quietly.

Ye Xichen closed her eyes and let the wind brush her cheeks, picking up their hair.

Ling Qinghe embraced her waist, their foreheads were pressed together, and it was hard to tell whose breath it was.

"11-year-old Xiao Xichen, I hope you are as free as the wind."

Ling Qinghe's voice was extremely slow and low, with her lips pressed against Ye Xichen's temples, it was so soft that it was almost a whisper.

Every time she said a word, Ye Xichen felt that the wind on her face seemed to become more gentle.

"What about the 12-year-old me?"

Ye Xichen's eyes were hazy, and her soft voice made it impossible to say no.

Ling Qinghe looked down, paused for a moment on her pink and alluring lips, lowered his head, and deepened the shallow kiss just now.

It wasn't until Ye Xichen's chest heaved violently that he bit her lightly, and the two slowly separated.

"Xiao Xichen, 12 years old, is about to become a junior high school student." Ling Qinghe put his fingertips on her lower lip and tapped it lightly.

She smiled softly: "If someone confesses to you, don't agree to her."

"No," Ye Xichen smiled, and pecked at her fingertips, "I won't agree to anyone except you."

Ling Qinghe frowned, "So, 13-year-old Xiao Xichen, you have to stay where you are and wait for me to find you."

As he spoke, he put his own lips on her forehead.

……

The four of them returned to the classroom quietly without causing any disturbance.

Everyone was busy brushing up questions, no one noticed, the four of them went out for a class, and when they came back, the corners of their mouths were unconsciously raised.