Nan Zui gave him a blank look: "Yuanyuan is not fat." She touched the soft and smooth feathers on the sparrow's body, and raised her hand to let the little fat chirp go. She turned around and just wanted to say that she was about to be late, when she was facing a face that Shangbei Langsheng didn't know when.

“…… What are you looking at? The heat between the other party's breaths brushed lightly on his face, bringing a burst of numbness, and the distance between the two was too close, even the soft fluff on his face could be seen clearly, and Beilang's handsome facial features were magnified in front of her eyes, making her uncomfortable to pull away some distance.

"Your face is spent." Bei Langsheng rarely made a serious face, frowned and said. Hearing this, Nan Zuisheng subconsciously touched his face, but he held his wrist: "Don't touch it." He leaned over to look at her cheek carefully, raised his hand and rubbed it, "Look." There was a tiny strand of fluff between his fingers.

His wrist was gently held by the young man's warm hand, and Nan Zui looked at his eyes blankly, and his own light and shadow were clearly reflected in it: "...... Thank you. She bowed her head a little shyly and pinned a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

Bei Langsheng smiled, and gently rubbed his thumb on the inside of her delicate wrist a few times: "Let's go." He let go of his hand, the girl's warm body temperature still on his fingertips.

The willow tree next to the school gate hangs down a long silk silk, the willow leaves that have just been stretched out have a tender light green, and the thick trunk is a little insufficient for the two to hug, and many girls gather around the shade of the tree to chat with each other, looking at the passing classmates and laughing. Occasionally, a handsome boy passes by, and a heated discussion erupts.

When the North Langsheng and the South Drunken Sheng came over, the girls gathered under the tree excitedly Look at me, I tell you, and then looked at the two people in front of them together, and saluted very seriously and enthusiastically.

Nan Zuisheng looked at the countless girls in front of him, and suddenly had a faint sense of crisis.

Speaking from the heart, Beilangsheng's appearance is indeed one of the most handsome in July Middle School, coupled with his own bohemian temperament, especially attracting ignorant girls at this age.

Although the feelings of girls are always poetry, but in the face of the situation of 'less meat and more wolves' at this moment, no matter how beautiful and gentle poetry is, it will become a battlefield filled with gunsmoke. After Nan Zuisheng finalized his thoughts, he immediately walked to the other side of Bei Langsheng, and quietly distanced himself from him.

Bei Langsheng looked at her suspiciously: "It rained lightly last night, and the road on the left is muddy, what are you going to do over there?" He frowned and stopped in disapproval, and dragged Nan Zuisheng to his right without refusal.

Feeling the deep resentment of the girls around him, Nan Zuisheng smiled a little weakly, and found an excuse for himself to be embarrassed: "It's easy for me to turn on the right, and it's better to walk on the left." ”

Bei Langsheng looked at her deeply when he heard this: "When I sent you home from school yesterday, you kept walking on my right. His fluttering words instantly broke the calm atmosphere.

"When will such a handsome male god send me home!" The resentment of the girls in the shade of the trees is getting worse. Nan Zuisheng continued to walk forward with an expressionless face, ignoring Bei Langsheng, who was chasing after her behind him. It hadn't been long since school started, and she didn't want to be the public enemy of the girls in the school.

The girls gathered under the shade of the trees watched them go away, and one of the girls sitting on the bench in the middle of the crowd raised her eyes and looked at Bei Langsheng thoughtfully: "How many years are they in class?" She asked her friend next to her. Before the voice fell, she replied affirmatively: "Class 9 of the first grade of the first year of high school." ”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise: "When did you become so well-informed?" The girl with short hair raised Yang's chin and pointed to Nan Zuisheng's figure: "It's not because of the girl next to Bei Langsheng." ”

The girl with a long ponytail sitting on a wooden chair smoothed her sideburns, and the bangs on her forehead were naughtily curled in the breeze: "Who is she?" Sensing the other party's displeasure, the short-haired girl deliberately leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Don't you know, Chiba Sakura, she is the goddess Nan Zui Sheng who amazed the entire high school department on the first day of school." ”

The girl named "Nan Zui Sheng ......" Chiba Sakura lowered her eyes and combed her long sideburns, and read Nan Zuisheng's name in a low voice: "They look so funny, don't they?" With that, she stood up, her tall figure bagged, her long black ponytail hanging down her legs as she moved.

The sunlight shone through the glass on the light blue tabletop, and Bei Langsheng impatiently dropped the last stroke on the test paper, and threw it on the podium across the two desks: "So fast? Nan Zuisheng flipped over the back of the test paper and pondered the question with his eyes closed: "Isn't it always painful for boys to answer Chinese?" ”

"That's going to divide people." Bei Langsheng leaned back in his seat and looked contemptuously at the classmates around him who were thinking hard: "A genius like me doesn't need to think. After speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Nan Zuisheng: "Do you know that the school will hold an opening ceremony next month?" ”

Nan Zuisheng wrote a few lines in an orderly manner, and replied without raising his head: "I know." The black handwriting was smoothly written on the white paper, and she blinked: "This kind of thing is naturally managed by teachers and class leaders, you ask me what to do." ”

"Of course I want to ask you." Beilangsheng rarely sat up straight and looked at her seriously: "The opening ceremony needs to select two hosts, a boy and a girl, who are responsible for the various program processes in the ceremony and the final award ceremony. ”

Nan Zuisheng nodded: "Well, I know." She flipped over the test paper and wrote her name, stood up and prepared to put the paper on the podium: "Hey, after listening to me say so much, why don't you react at all?" Bei Langsheng grabbed her arm and said helplessly.

"Please." Nan Zuisheng opened his hand in disgust: "I'm not a professional host, this kind of thing obviously has nothing to do with me, of course I don't care." ”

"Then you'd be wrong." Bei Langsheng smiled meaningfully: "This matter has a lot to do with you." ”

Before Nan Zuisheng could ask anything more, the female head teacher walked into the classroom and knocked on the table: The students let go of what they were doing first. She lifted down the silver glasses frame, and announced solemnly: "This year, everyone is a freshman, and the school will hold an opening ceremony for the new high school every year in accordance with the regulations. ”

The students looked at each other, and after talking to each other for a while, many raised their hands.

"I'll perform and sing." Literary and artistic committee member Su Zhician took the lead in standing up and setting his own program, and said eagerly: "I can sing okay, practice hard for a week, and strive not to be smiling and generous at the opening ceremony next week." ”