Since only two classes of students witnessed what happened on the basketball court, although news spread afterwards, it did not cause a big impact. There are several versions that have been circulated. Some say that freshmen in high school join the campus as a recognized couple, and some allude to Shan Yao's cheating and entangled relationship with a freshman in high school. There are different opinions. Everyone naturally regards this as a popular senior. The little lace, I brought it up after dinner, just like a small stone thrown into the water, rippled a few times and disappeared.
But at this outlet, Wen Ying didn't go to Shan Yao again. Of course he didn't really hit her that day, after watching her in silence for a while, he left.
Instead, she began to focus on building a good relationship with her classmates and focusing on her academic performance.
Her high school knowledge has long been returned to the teacher. Fortunately, the original master's grades in junior high school were good, her foundation was solid, and it was only a short period of one year to experience family upheavals. Whether it was learning badly or giving up on herself, it was just a start. Read the book from the beginning and do two exercises to keep up with the rhythm of the teacher's class.
There is an aura between people. After she plunged into the ocean of study, both her roommates and fellow classmates gradually became friendly to her.
Of course, the time spent with He Wei has been reduced.
After class this day, He Wei rushed over and hugged her arm, and said coquettishly, "I don't care, you have been ignoring me for a long time, someone organized a game tonight, come or not! Just a word!"
"Tonight..."
She draws out her voice, showing a headache and hesitation.
"By the way, Gong Xuan will also come." After He Wei added this sentence, she found that her expression had not changed, and immediately picked up the test paper on her desk as if she was about to tear it up, "Will you go? If not, I will tear up the ticket." Already!"
In the end, Wen Ying nodded and agreed, but after getting her answer, He Wei felt very complicated, looked at her strangely, and muttered, "Gong Xuan is not as good as the test paper?"
I really don't know whether I should tell the other party this cruel fact.
During class, the head teacher announced that the school will hold a celebration for the 50th anniversary, and that there will be a school party, and each class will present at least one program.
Although it is only a freshman year, the competition within the key high schools is fierce, and there are very few respondents. As long as they think of the time taken up by rehearsals, everyone feels distressed and would rather do a few more exercises. Seeing that no one responded, the head teacher ordered a few students who were good at singing, dancing, and playing the piano. They were unwilling and dragged others into the water. It's a pity that the overall willingness to participate in the class is too low. Even if someone has an idea at the beginning, seeing that everyone is unwilling to pick up this hot potato, they will naturally waver, list its shortcomings, and then give up the idea of participation.
The head teacher saw that they all had a reluctant expression, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Just when he was about to emphasize the sense of collective honor to them, someone "recommended" said: "Teacher, Wen Ying dances very well. I have seen her have a PK with girls from other schools before."
Wen Ying was a little confused when his name was called suddenly, but when she turned her head, she found that she had an impression of this person.
Once a math teacher posed a question on the blackboard and asked someone to come to the blackboard to answer it. The other party solved it with confidence but was given an X. I wrote it after him and got the answer right by luck. The question is actually a question beyond the outline. She wrote the correct steps and was naturally praised by the teacher, which may have brought a sense of threat to the other party. She finds it a little funny, which shows that the innocent and innocent campus is not without "cruel" competition, but the methods are gentle and immature.
The head teacher was deeply impressed by the "backward elements" and "bad students" in Wen Ying's class, and looked at Wen Ying hesitantly.
"I'm fine." Wen Ying agreed, "It's a matter of course to contribute to the class. I will find someone to choreograph and dance for the teacher as soon as possible. You can watch it first and then finalize it. If you think it's not good, you can reserve a replacement program. Time, what do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, the students in the class suddenly felt a little awkward, and felt inexplicably embarrassed. Some raised their hands to ask for a program as an alternative, and some came up with ideas.
The class teacher's face showed a bit of surprise, as if he was looking at the poor student for the first time.
Wen Ying, who had just become a good student for a few days, skipped the evening self-study that night, but this time she had a legitimate reason, which was to find a dance teacher to choreograph. Along the way, He Wei was laughing like crazy, and kept yelling that she was going to be crazy, she must have agreed on purpose, just to find an excuse for her to leave school. After arriving at the place, she still couldn't forget it, and shared Wen Ying's new skills with everyone.
Everyone responded, "This is good, this is good, learn it now!"
They are still underage, so they can't enter the bar, so the place to organize the game is naturally ktv.
The next door was singing "Love To Die", and the hoarse voice came through the wall, making the young boys and girls laugh together again. There was a bunch of beer on the table, taking advantage of the lively atmosphere, someone opened two bottles first, and a girl directly said that Gong Xuan hadn't come and wanted to wait for him. He Wei lay next to Wen Ying's ear and told her the truth, "I haven't caught up with Gong Xuan for a year, so be careful."
It just so happened that Gong Xuan opened the door and came in.
"What are you laughing at?" He picked a popcorn from the table and threw it into his mouth. He was dragged and fined him to blow the bottle.
Gong Xuan lit up his injured arm, and smirked, "I just had a fight with those bastards from the Seventeenth High School, do you want me to fight for you too?" Immediately it doesn't look very good.
"Hey hero, are heroes still afraid of drinking? Come, come, hurry up and celebrate your triumphant return!"
"Don't you know that the hero is underage? If you drink it, you will be scolded when you go home."
"Bullshit." The other party scolded with a smile, "It's obvious that you live on campus, so why go back to your house?"
"Go back to my...wife's house." He glanced at the seat, his eyes lit up when he saw Wen Ying, he sat down next to Wen Ying, and put his hand on her shoulder, "How is it, isn't it pretty?"
Before Wen Ying could respond to him, the girl couldn't sit still anymore. She felt angry in her heart and didn't hide it. She asked maliciously in front of everyone: "I heard that the two of you have had sex, where are you? Xuan, It’s the first time for a girl, it won’t be any small hotel to deal with it, right?”
There was a burst of laughter in the box, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely enthusiastic. The singer stopped singing and stared at her with burning eyes.
Such a private issue should not be discussed in front of people, but they seem to be the most daring group of people in the world. They don't know embarrassment, don't know how to be considerate. Ignore it.
Gong Xuan's eyes turned cold, and in line with the smirk he provoked, he stared straight at him like a wolf, "Do you think everyone is like you, willing to agree on the grass?"
The girl didn't expect him to know, her face turned pale suddenly, how many whistles came towards Wen Ying just now, and now they all went towards her.
However, some boys still interjected and asked Wen Ying: "How is our Gong Gong's performance?"
Wen Ying didn't answer his question, and since that question appeared, she has suppressed a wave of emotion. She went to see He Wei first, and when she saw that He Wei was also acting inexplicably, she turned to Gong Xuan. He hooked his index finger and scratched his head, indirectly indicating that he was the one who leaked the secret. He didn't feel ashamed yet, just like them, he rested his cheeks and waited for her answer with great interest.
"He can't." The girl swiped and turned back, gritted her teeth and emphasized, "The technique is not good."
The answer was so explosive that everyone's laughter seemed to explode.
"He's not good at technology, how about me?"
The smile on Gong Xuan's face couldn't hold back anymore, boys are so self-effacing, but she slapped him openly, he didn't have such good manners. But before he could retort, the hand next to him was suddenly hurt by someone's grasp, he turned his head to look, and found that something was wrong.
The girl's eyes were lowered, her lips were pale, which made him startled.
If she didn't care, he naturally didn't care, but her discomfort and innocence suddenly aroused his desire to protect. He remembered the first intimate contact between the two of them, she was like this, on the surface she lost her temper and was stubborn, and refused to give in, but when she really wanted to do it, she was actually too scared, and couldn't help but tremble.
Feeling the trembling of her fingertips at this moment, his heart softened inexplicably.
"That can't be done." He didn't care how hard she was grabbing, but forced her to hold her hand instead, and smiled at that person, "No one is allowed to snatch mine."
He didn't get angry and made people feel bored, and wanted to pick something up again, so I listened to his suggestions to fight wine, play cards, and play games. He was usually smiling, but he was full of vigor in fights, and he had the right to speak in the small group. After everything was arranged, the focus of everyone's eyes shifted away.
While playing with people, he turned his head and asked her from time to time, "Sing or not?"
Wen Ying shook her head.
He asked again: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat barbecue?" It seemed that he suddenly learned to be considerate without a teacher.
Gong Xuan saw that Ying hadn't participated in it all the time, and her friend over there had been singing and playing crazy, so he suggested that she should take his place. He only felt that she was frightened by what happened just now, and his voice became softer, "Just play one round, if you lose, I'll drink for you, if you don't like it, let's change to something else."
"Okay." She agreed.
She didn't come here to be a wallflower, she really wanted to relax when she was tired from studying. She got started as soon as she came, and gradually started to have fun, shuffling the cards clatteringly, with raised eyebrows and eyes, and a smile on the corner of her mouth. She has a small dimple on one side, which is very shallow, but it can be seen at a glance. She was not really smiling.
Gong Xuan followed with a laugh, unexpectedly feeling happier than himself winning money.
There were other boys in the box looking over frequently, but he stared back one by one. He fed her food, collected money for her when he won, and begged for it one by one, saying: "Accept, accept." He smiled as if showing off, and was kicked several times.
Later, they had a good time, and a group of people played a big adventure. The two of them hated so much that they were locked in the women's bathroom and asked to kiss for ten minutes before coming out.
Wen Ying drank two glasses of beer, wanted to get drunk or not, and was not angry. She was hugged by him to sit on the sink and looked at him with a smile, as if it was very interesting to be able to look down on people.
"Did you get angry just now?" Gong Xuanwei looked up at her with focused and serious eyes, "I didn't spread the word on purpose, I just told my buddy, he didn't keep the door open, I found out too late."
She shook her head, "I'm not angry now." She stared at him for a long time, and when he thought there was something on his face, she asked him, "Gong Xuan, why did you learn to be bad?"
He was taken aback, shrugged and smiled, "If you don't want to learn well, you will learn badly."
Seeing the impatience in his expression, she stretched out her hand to touch his head, it was soft and felt very good. She ignored his frowning eyebrows and said softly, "You must not be like me. It's not worth learning bad things for others."
other people
"Who are you for?"
She shook her head again, "No one."
He also stared at her for a while, her eyes were a bit foggy, as if she was drunk, he blinked her eyes, and then said: "I have something to tell you."
"Um?"
She saw his lips moving, but she couldn't hear the sound, so she swayed and lowered her head. At this moment, a warm air flow approached, and her lips felt warm, as if someone had kissed her.
She took a breath.
It wasn't really a kiss. He didn't align, just kissed the corner of the mouth, and caught off guard, he didn't stop it with all his strength, it seemed to be a knock on the edge of the mouth. But in an instant, there was an electric current rushing through, and the two looked at each other, and they stopped for three seconds before moving away.
"When playing games, you must follow the rules and don't play tricks," he explained.
She half understood, "Oh..."
Ten minutes was up early, he sent her out to her friend, and he turned back to the sink to wash his face.
He took the water and splashed it on his face, and the water droplets kept dripping down his face. He breathed a long sigh of relief at the reflection in the washbasin.
What's wrong, he's touched her whole body, but he's actually embarrassed by kissing her.
He Wei went to school, sent Wen Ying to the school gate and then drove home. Wen Ying had a note signed by the teacher and was let by the guard smoothly. But within a few steps, she bumped into Shan Yao on the way to the flower bed at the corner of the dormitory building.
The good student seemed to be smoking, with a spark shining between his fingers. When he saw her, he didn't react for a while, and took another puff to his lips. The white mist that he exhaled slowly blurred his expression.
She turned a blind eye and walked forward.
"Stop." He had already put out his cigarette, stared at her, and said coldly, "Skipping class, coming home late, drinking, what are you going to do next?"