Chapter 25

After Yueyue's confession, she didn't decadent as she thought, on the contrary, she returned to normal.

"Ning Ning, don't worry about me." Zhang Yue ate the apple, "now, I have no regrets in my high school life!"

She never ate a cake again.

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the old library is a place where Weiqing often goes in and out.

It's very quiet here. There's hardly anyone coming. There's no sound of books turning pages. There's no eager gaze from behind the bookshelves or at the desk.

Today, however, there is an unexpected guest here.

A girl lying by the window, enjoying the only electric fan, head pillow and hands, sleeping well.

Wei Qing has always been very tired of all the girls who deliberately appear around him. This kind of weariness began when he was forced to kiss by a tyrant in kindergarten. Until now, he still can't get rid of the disgusting greasy feeling. Yes, the tyrant even has cream on his mouth, biting him in the face, which has brought much harm to his young heart.

So that he refused to contact any girls, especially the fat man a few days ago, with his most annoying cake, he confessed to him from the dormitory downstairs, just like the little girl overlord who stood at his door and confessed to him.

It's disgusting.

Wei Qing carries a bag and sits farthest from Suning.

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in hot and dry weather, without an electric fan, Wei Qing only felt that his back was soaked with sweat, and the words on the book were jumping in his eyes. It's over. It's not heatstroke.

Wei Qing glanced at the electric fan again. Before, he was using it all ·

in his heart, Wei Qing silently said to himself, go to the new library, where there is air conditioning, and then he shook his head fiercely. No, there are too many people there. Here, I can't bear it.

Ma's, bear a wool! Why can this fan only be used by her!

Wei Qing drags his schoolbag and sits opposite Suning. He does not want to be watched by her all afternoon.

The breeze from the fan finally took away the heat.

Wei Qing only felt relaxed physically and mentally. His slender fingers turned the pages of the book and wrote down the key points in the book with a pen.

When thinking about math problems, he likes to turn the pen, two circles, three circles. The faster he turns, the clearer his thinking.

The cover of the pen was loose and flew to Suning's hair in a parabola.

Wei Qing subconsciously looks at her face to see if she has a reaction.

But I can't move my eyes anymore.

In the afternoon, the sun shines on her through the leaves, like a layer of pale yellow light, fine eyelashes like butterfly wings, fluttering with the wind, small nose, pink lip petals breathing slightly ·

enchanted, Wei Qing reaches out and touches her face.

Delicate and smooth, people can't put it down.

The pen without the cap slides down the table and makes a click on the ground.

Wei Qing suddenly took back his hand, did not look at her, but also can't read the book.

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for several days, Wei Qing could see her here.

Sometimes I sleep on my stomach, sometimes I sit reading.

When she sleeps, he sits opposite her, quietly drawing her outline with his eyes. When she sits reading, he stands beside the bookshelf and looks at her from a distance through the bookshelf.

The electric fan was as old as the library, and finally went on strike on that day.

Wei Qing silently looked at the sweat on her forehead. She wrinkled her nose and seemed to sleep very uncomfortable.

And her eyes closed to look at each other for a long time, finally, Wei Qing sighed: "really lost to you!" Said, pulled two pages of paper, folded into a simple fan, up and down, for her fan with the wind.

"Damn, I must have taken the wrong medicine today!"

Even so, he still did not stop for her fan hand, see her open eyebrows, his mouth up, peach blossom eyes curved crescent arc.

Holding his chin, he looked at her for a moment, regardless of the sweat of the clothes soaked in his back. He just felt that this quiet afternoon was too beautiful.

She opened her eyes as he looked at her.

"You ·"

his eyes were so clear and charming that they seemed to suck his mind.

"Don't get me wrong." Wei Qing took back his sight, looked out of the window and said carelessly, "the fan is broken. It's by the window here. It's cooler."

"Yes." Suning nodded and said with a smile, "thank you."

"Yes?"

"I feel the wind when I fall asleep. It should be the wind you fan." Suning pointed to the paper fan in his hand.

"Probably."

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"Yueyue, why do you always look at the timetable?" Suning saw her staring at the schedule glued on the cover of the stationery box.

"No, No." Zhang Yue quickly closed the stationery box and said with a smile, "we have P.E. in the afternoon."Suning didn't see it. On the timetable, the character Wei was written beside the PE class, and a peach heart was drawn with red fluorescent pen.

"PE again!" Suning is very resentful, physical education teacher is a very serious person, since that time in her class fainted, she was labeled as weak, said, "you high school three students ah, is the exercise good body, so heavy learning burden, no good body, how to deal with." Therefore, in addition to the routine two laps jogging, Suning has to run around the playground one more lap.

In PE class.

While running, Suning hid behind Zhang Yue and did not dare to look up at the PE teacher for fear that she would mention it alone.

But Zhang Yue didn't know what she saw and suddenly stopped.

Suning, who is running hard, bumps into her back. This is the first time that Suning deeply feels her fatness. The impact of inertia produced by running does not shake her body at all. On the contrary, Suning is sitting on the ground by the meat bullet on her body, holding her hand on the ground first. She feels that she is worn out by the running track, and the hot pain, plus the buttocks, the buttocks are also painful!

"Wow, Wei Qing, look, it's the fat man. Listen to them, the fat man is in class 23, the worst class in our grade." Yang Wei passed the ball to him and motioned him to look at the track.

"Class 23?" Wei Qing remembers that Suning is also in that class. He secretly turns over the textbook she put on the desk. The line in the textbook is class 23 of senior three.

Wei Qing looks at the track. It's Suning that is jogging behind the fat man?

"Pooh, that fat man is stunned by you!"

What happened the next second, Wei Qing threw the ball, leaped over the railing with his hand, and ran towards her.

When Suning wanted to blow the wound on his hand, he picked him up and thought that covering his face didn't come in time, so he scolded him.

"Don't you have eyes?" Wei Qing is more angry than her wounded. Peach blossom eyes stare at her and scold angrily: "can't you see the person in front of you?"

"Olympic champions dare not run with their heads down, but you dare. Who are you, the champion of the universe?"

"Or are you a bat?"?! Can it be located by ultrasound? "

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"hand out."