Suddenly, the eardrum was buzzing.

Su Wen, who was silent, was instantly dumbfounded when he heard the word "girlfriend", and was about to deny it with his mouth open, but the boy next to him opened his mouth with a smile.

"Gossip girl!" Song Yu smiled heartily at Xia Yan and explained without a trace: "What about my classmates! ”

"Oh, think about it!" Xia Yan stuck out his tongue, as if he had said the wrong thing, and exhaled inexplicably, with a slight tentative cunning in his smile, "Then why did you talk and laugh along the way?" I thought it was your girlfriend! Hum! What are you doing here? ”

The boy rolled his eyes and smiled at the girl with a gossip smile, "We are a club, a literary club, come here to do propaganda in the classrooms!" ”

"I see~ I thought you already had a girlfriend! Surprise me! I thought your tastes had changed! Xia Yan grinned widely, his smile was a little more relaxed, and he turned to look at Su Wen and said, "I'm sorry, classmate!" ”

"It's fine."

Su Wen's originally red cheeks cooled down in an instant, and he tried to raise the corners of his mouth, looking at the beautiful girl, but found that the other party was not looking at her.

After Xia Yan said sorry, he didn't wait for Su Wen to reply, so he turned his head and talked to Song Yu.

Forget it, there's no need to pull the corners of your mouth. Anyway, no one is watching.

"Gossip girl! If you don't study hard, you think about what you don't do all day long. Song Yu said to Xia Yan with a smile, and there was an inexplicable hint of pampering in his tone.

"Cut! I didn't think about anything! Xia Yanjiao snorted, "Verbosity! Every day I know that I need to study hard! Same as my dad! ”

"Look at your final review from last semester! Don't have to study hard? Song Yu had a serious face and said seriously.

Xia Yan waved his hand impatiently, and turned away angrily, "Forget it!" I won't tell you! I'll go back to the classroom and study on my own in the evening! ”

"This girl! It's always worry-free! Song Yu sighed at the back of Xia Yan leaving.

The evening self-study bell rang, and the students in the corridor and on the overpass walked back to the classroom in a bustling manner.

Song Yu walked to the first class of the North District Teaching Building, Su Wen leisurely looked at the back of the girl who was getting farther and farther away, "Who is she?" ”

"Xia Yan." Song Yu said without looking back behind Su Wen.

The girl followed and asked reluctantly, "Who is Xia Yan?" ”

"The neighbor's daughter."

Childhood sweetheart? No wonder there is a wordless tacit understanding when chatting about the sky.

Song Yu stopped at the door of the first classroom in the north building, turned around and said to the girl behind him, "Su Wen, if someone submits a manuscript later, you can check whether they have written their name, class, mobile phone number, and ...... Uh, what's wrong with you? ”

Seeing the girl's sluggish look, the boy had to stop the conversation.

"It's nothing...... Su Wen said in a cold tone, "I know, you don't have to explain this!" ”

"Oh!" When the boy received the cold aura from the girl, he couldn't help but be a little inexplicable.

As Song Yu's assistant, Su Wen participated in the task of going to the classroom, classroom by classroom, promoting the literary club and soliciting manuscripts.

In fact, as an assistant, Su Wen only needs to follow behind Song Yu, stand on the classroom podium with the boys, and stand beside the boys with a notebook, the lectures of the Propaganda Literature Club are in charge of the boys who can speak well, she only needs to be responsible for receiving and registering the information when a classmate submits the manuscript, and writing the address of the submission box and the name of the recipient on the blackboard.

Su Wen and Song Yu are old partners, they are already very familiar with each other, and they have a very tacit understanding with each other.

At first, standing on the podium and being looked at by countless unfamiliar eyes from the audience, Su Wen was so timid that he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to drill.

Now this time, in the face of the naked gaze of most of the girls in the audience, Su Wen was not timid.

In the ordinary liberal arts class, like their class, girls occupy a large part of the class. In the face of a character like Song Yu, the girls were all boiling offstage. Su Wen stood beside Song Yu, even looking at the wanton gaze of the girls, Su Wen was silent, and the bright eyes of the girls in the audience also became a paste.

"Su Wen!"

There was a boy's cry in his ears, and Su Wen looked at the boy ignorantly, "Huh? ”

"Ahh Song Yu's eyes widened, and he motioned to the audience with his eyes, "Go and receive the manuscript!" ”

"Oh oh oh!" The moment of being in a daze almost ruined the serious task, Su Wen scolded himself in his heart, and hurriedly cheered up to deal with the manuscript handed in by the girl who raised her hand.

"Hey! Classmate, do you have Song Yu's QQ? A girl who submitted a manuscript in the liberal arts class took advantage of Su Wen's pen to make a record in the notebook, and asked Su Wen excitedly, "Can you give it to me if you have it?" If you don't remember, you can give me your QQ first, I'll add you, and then you send him to me! ”

"I want it too! I want it too! The girls around the submitting girl lowered their voices and said excitedly.

"No, I don't know him well." Su Wen replied without hesitation, finished recording in the notebook very calmly, put away the pen, covered the notebook, raised his head and smiled at the girls, "I'm sorry!" Thank you for your submission! ”

"Huh? Alas! The girls sighed.

"You can ask him yourself!" Su Wen squinted and laughed, kindly reminding the girls, "He will definitely give it to you." ”

"Alas, forget it! I'm afraid of rejection! Male god, out of reach! You can only watch from a distance, not play with it! ”

Another sigh.

Lv Hong. asked her the name of the girl who contributed to Song Yu's QQ number, and Su Wen remembered it.

"Hey, what were you talking to them about down there? So lively! Walking out of the classroom, Song Yu said to Su Wen with a smile on his face.

Su Wen looked indifferent, and deliberately didn't look at the boy, "I didn't talk about anything." ”

Song Yu looked at the girl with complicated eyes, and seemed to be unable to see through how the girl's usual soft and weak aura became inexplicably strong at this time.

After all, a boy who is as careful as a needle is not a girl, no matter how delicate his mind is, he is still a boy who is completely different from the sensitive thinking of girls, and he does not understand some subtle emotions of girls.

However, Su Wen, do you understand?

Even Su Wen himself can't see through himself.

What's there to bet on? Why are you angry? What qualifies to be angry?

Su Wen's heart was in a state of confusion, and he asked himself several questions in his heart, asking himself and answering himself to find the answer of "no why", and barely ended a fierce struggle in his mind, and the girl hid the silk thread of some inexplicable emotion in her heart.

Dumb people eat coptis, and they can't say what they are bitter about. That's probably what it tastes like. But what kind of coptis did Su Wen eat, and what kind of bitterness did he swallow?

The literary club, which has always been sluggish in the past, has recruited a group of first-year high school freshmen last semester, especially the arrival of Song Yu, the literary club has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain and ushered in a new vitality.

Song Yu is bold and careful, can speak well, and is quite famous among first-year high school students, and has a good reputation for preaching. This is just the scene of last semester.

This semester, the boys' appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes, the original little Zhengtai's baby face has grown, and the facial features have become more and more deep and exquisite, and the boy's height of one meter eight is also outstanding in the market of the city's key boys' average height of one meter seven or eight, not to mention the rare campus of beautiful teenagers, the more rare and rare the boy with a comic face.

The boy's appearance got rid of the attractive attention of the niche and finally faced the public. So it became the direction of almost all the girlish feelings of all the girls in the school, and passively involved in the competition for the position of Ding Xinian's school grass, and the situation even intensified, and it is not surprising that it has developed into this situation.

Song Yu's whole person is like a prince charming who came out of a comic book, even if he doesn't say anything, as long as people stand there, supporters will rush up.

Song Yu went down to the classrooms of each class to publicize the literary club, and the effect was much higher than that of other members. Even Song Yuanzhi, who is advertised as a "speech genius" in the literary club, even if she won the first place in major speech competitions, Song Yuanzhi went down to the class to give a propaganda speech, and the response was not as enthusiastic as Song Yu's, let alone the manuscript received in a publicity.

As a result, Song Yuanzhi often sighed that "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach."

The more important publicity activities in the literary club were mainly assigned to Song Yu. It's a piece of cake for boys.

"Little Suwen! How many loot have you two seized this time? ”

On Friday, after lunch, in the activity room of the Literature Club, Song Yuanzhi looked at Su Wen with a smug smile and asked.

"Well, we advertised a total of 20 classes, 10 senior first, 10 senior sophomores, 39 articles for the first year of high school, 21 articles for the second year of high school, a total of 60 articles!" Su Wen calculated, and then said: "I didn't confiscate a few articles when I went to do publicity before, but then I collected a lot of them at once!" I guess it was written later! And most of them are received from liberal arts classes! ”

"My goodness! You guys are awesome! You two shoot, top the total number of others! Song Yuanzhi had an expression of amazement on her face, and praised without hesitation.

Su Wen smiled embarrassedly, "It's all Song Yu's credit!" I just helped to collect the manuscripts, and I didn't do anything! ”

"You're great, too!" Song Yuanzhi smiled, propped her head and said, "How about you review the manuscript this time?" ”

"Huh?" Su Wen looked surprised and said in a panic: "Senior Sister Yuanzhi, I'm afraid I won't be able to judge well!" ”

"No problem! Sister believes in you! You are already the deputy head of the editorial department, so you have to familiarize yourself with the work of the minister in advance, right? Song Yuanzhi winked at Su Wen, turned her head away and patted Song Yu's shoulder, "Really?" Brother? ”

"What?" The boy looked up from the conference table with a confused expression.

"Why do you look so excited?" Song Yuanzhi pulled out the books and periodicals in front of the boy, and when she saw the words printed on the cover, her face suddenly became ugly, "Do you like to read this?" ”

"Well, can't you see? I think our school magazine is doing a very good job! The boy smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, a sincere smile on his face.

"Humph! Traitor! Isn't this the biggest rival of our literary club! Song Yuanzhi snorted and said, "Our literary club was almost annihilated in one fell swoop because of this school magazine!" ”

Song Yu rolled his eyes and struck mercilessly: "Sister, why are your words so ugly?" Who looks like someone from the literary club? You've watched too many war movies, right? ”

"Stinky boy, dare to disobey your sister, you have fat guts!" After that, Song Yuanzhi stretched out her slender hands, pretending to be nine yin white bone claws, and made a gesture to pinch the boy's delicate face.