Chapter 112: Let's Continue That Unfinished Bet
In September, the first semester of the sophomore year began.
Tong Ranli began to run to the door of the second (1) class of high school every now and then, and gave Chen Yue food openly, each time it was two.
However, the three of them knew that Tong Ranli came down for Song Yao.
Such days lasted for almost two months, and Chen Yue almost ignored Tang Feiyu and Du Jingchen's various shows because of her tireless rush between the third and fourth floors, and both sides were poisoned by dog food.
She finally couldn't help but ask Song Yao, "What did you say to her that night?" ”
"Want to know?" Song Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and asked rhetorically.
Although she didn't want to succumb to his obscenity, she nodded lightly: "Hmm..."
"Come, get your ears closer~"
The corners of Chen Yue's mouth twitched slightly, staring at him with disdain, "What tricks do you want to play?" ”
"Come here~"
Although Chen Yue was reluctant in her heart, she still leaned her ears over.
Song Yao also leaned his head over, reached out to cover his gaze behind her, and bit her ear lightly.
"You're sick!" Chen Yue pushed him away violently, and she also stepped back, blushing suddenly, and looking at him angrily.
"Hahahaha", Song Yao smiled mischievously, like a gentleman, and teased, "If liking you is a disease, then I am already terminally ill." ”
"Nerves!" Chen Yue turned red and didn't look at him again.
This person is so out of proportion, he has done so many people, and he ...... There is also Du Jingchen behind him. She resented him inexplicably in her heart, not because she was teased by him, but because if Du Jingchen saw this kind of behavior, she would definitely think she was a slut.
MD, why are you still thinking about Du Jingchen!
She was so disappointed in herself, even if she didn't look back, Du Jingchen couldn't linger in her mind at all.
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That night, during the last evening self-study, a sensational incident occurred in the class.
- Tang Dragonfly kissed Du Jingchen in front of the teacher, or kissed deeply.
The eyes of the whole class were focused on the last row, including Chen Yue and Song Yao, of course.
Chen Yue's nose was uncontrollably sore, her eyes were astringent, and she didn't know if it was an illusion or something, she always felt that Du Jingchen was looking at her, and she sensitively avoided it.
How unbelievable this is happening in the lab class. Du Jingchen and Tang Dragonyu were naturally invited to the office for tea, and as for what they would say, they could think of it with their toes.
After the teacher left, there was gradually an undulating discussion in the originally quiet classroom.
"Is it uncomfortable?" Song Yao's large hand rested lightly on her back, trying to soothe her.
"Nonsense." This heart is about to crumble into slag.
Song Yao didn't know how to comfort her, after all, she was heartbroken because of other boys, and this was also hurting his heart.
He withdrew his hand and looked at her for a long time, and could feel her stubbornness in keeping herself from crying.
Energetically in the notebook, it was written: Unhappy, three words.
After a long time, Song Yao saw that her three words had been written all over the page, and turned the page, so he handed over his notebook.
There was a line written on it.
- The last bet.
Chen Yue's bottom was really sad, so he didn't hesitate to write it in three or two clicks and handed it to him.
- What to bet on?
The corners of Song Yao's mouth hooked up a smile, he was undoubtedly taking advantage of the fire to rob now.
- If I am the first in the half-term exam, you promise me a request, if not at your disposal.
- Then you wear women's clothes and walk around the school.
- Okay, I promise you.
She was finished, and she was messed up by Du Jingchen's behaviors that had nothing to do with her.
What is Song Yao playing again, is it to distract her? If only it were that easy.