As the school flower of Zhejiang University, Song Qingya is most disgusted by this title, because this statement sounds like it completely erases her efforts for more than 20 years.

She thinks that she has to work harder than any of her peers, and she has studied hard for three years, and finally entered the highest university in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, not for the two fluttering words "school flower".

It's just that when a young man sat face-to-face with her, but he existed like air, Song Qingya still couldn't help but think of her face.

Is it really so unattractive that I look good?

He didn't even want to look at it?

Song Qingya's dark eyes, with a hint of doubt, looked at the young man opposite her who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, and smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking so in his heart.

I guess I really fell asleep.

Song Qingya would have this reaction, of course, not because she fell in love with the young man in front of her, in fact, if the other party really accosted her cheekily, she would feel disgusted deep down.

But when she found that she was completely ignored by the other party, she felt unspeakably aggrieved in her heart.

It's paradoxical, but that's a woman.

And this young man who was "sleeping" was none other than Ning Xiu.

When he got into the car, he naturally noticed Song Qingya sitting opposite him.

Although it was a sitting position, Ning Xiu glanced at it and could know that the other party was definitely nearly one meter seven tall when he stood up. With an excellent upper circumference, it is not difficult to imagine that it has a charming body curve, a delicate face and a tasteful dress.

is definitely an out-and-out beauty, but Ning Xiu just glanced at it lightly, and then began to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

At this time, he was full of coldness, and it was obvious that he had not completely come out of the previous environment.

Seeing this, Song Qingya obviously couldn't surrender her identity, and it was boring to talk about herself.

She took out the materials related to the scientific research topic from her bag, and sat there alone and watched quietly, while the other girl sitting next to her got up and left, apparently to her destination.

She glanced up at Ning Xiu and found that the other party was still sleeping.

Song Qingya frowned, she noticed that the man in front of her hadn't even changed his posture from the beginning to the present, so she was even more sure that the other party was deliberately pretending to be asleep.

However, it didn't matter to her what the other party was, Song Qingya just felt a little uncomfortable, she glanced at Ning Xiu, and continued to lower her head to study the materials in her hand.

I thought in my heart, not to mention studying the materials thoroughly during these hours in the car, but at least I had to have a general understanding, and then I had a good impression of the teacher who led the team.

The bullet train made a short stop when passing through Anqing Station, and five people came up in the No. 8 car where Ning Xiu and they were staying. One of them looked particularly eye-catching, a tall man, not to mention the tiger's back, and his exposed thick arms were full of tattoos, hideous and terrifying.

Those who got on the bus together saw that he was hiding far behind, and the existing passengers in the car also bowed their heads at this time, either busy fiddling with their mobile phones, or simply chose to sleep.

A female flight attendant pushed the dining car and just arrived in this carriage to sell her food box that day, and after seeing this bald man, she turned around and left, and she didn't care about the performance appraisal problem.

The bald man walked forward step by step, and the passengers who were already sitting next to him were better, no matter how terrible this bald man was, as long as he didn't sit next to him, at least the problem was not so big.

Aren't dead friends dead and poor, and what does it have to do with others as for what others do with them?

Therefore, those passengers who still have empty seats next to them are all worried.

Song Qingya looked down at the materials in her hand, trying to calm down, but found that she still couldn't read a word.

The footsteps grew clearer and clearer, and finally came to an abrupt end.

She looked up at the fat and annoying face that suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her face suddenly became a little ugly.

One is a good-looking beauty, and the bald man is not a good person at first glance.

"Yo, worshipping the Buddha before going out really works, the Buddha knew that my journey was lonely, and even arranged a beautiful woman for me. When the bald man saw Song Qingya, his eyes suddenly lit up, and there was an expression on his face that all men understand.

Most of the other passengers on the bus breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw this scene. One or two of them looked at Song Qingya, with some playfulness and ill intentions in their eyes.

People in the world have always been both glad that they have nothing to do with their own disasters and schadenfreude when they are not concerned about their own disasters.

"What's your name, beauty, how about making friends. ”

The bald man said that he didn't wait for Song Qingya to agree, and directly reached over to grab her little hand.

Song Qingya stood up directly, left her seat, walked to Ning Xiu on the opposite side and sat down, took advantage of the situation to hold his arm, stared at the bald man, and said coldly: "I already have a boyfriend, I hope you will respect yourself, sir." ”

Looking at Song Qingya's reaction, the bald man reached out and touched his shiny head melon seeds, and said with a smile: "Ge Laozi, with such a flower-like girlfriend on the side, but he is sleeping here, I said beauty, is your boyfriend not planted." ”

"It's better to follow the master, I promise that it will be different from your boyfriend's silver-like pewter head, and it will definitely satisfy you. ”

The bald man had a flowery mouth in his mouth, and said indistinct meat words, Song Qingya was a woman after all, and under this kind of insult in public, her face couldn't help but turn blue and white for a while.

She turned her head to look at Ning Xiu, who was still "sleeping", and couldn't help but feel some hatred in her heart.

Is this a man or not?

"This gentleman, if you continue to pester, I will call the police. Song Qingya looked up at the bald man, gritted her teeth, and spoke.

How did he know that the bald man was not frightened by Song Qingya's words, but became more and more unscrupulous, only to see him stretch out his right hand the size of a fan and fan it directly into Ning Xiu's face.

"Your boyfriend can really sleep, don't be busy shouting at the police, let me help you wake him up first." The bald man laughed.

Seeing that the big fan-like hand was about to slap Ning Xiu's face, the hand that had been slender suddenly stretched out and clasped the bald man's wrist like lightning.

The bald man suddenly felt as if his right hand had suddenly been clamped by an iron hoop, and it was terrifyingly cold and stiff.

The sharp pain came down his wrist, and the pain made the bald man almost "smack".

Song Qingya's face was full of disbelief, she turned her head with difficulty, and what she saw was a pair of cold eyes.

The residual heat of summer had not yet passed, but she couldn't help but shiver.