He Yu relied on his height and recklessly pressed half of his body on her shoulders. condescendingly, she secretly stared at her all the way, but it was a pity that she kept her head down, so that he could only see the top of her hair.

Her hair was long, black as satin. The white scalp is exposed in the hair stubble, black and white, which looks so fresh and fresh.

When He Yu thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh. Well, he's really crazy, even looking at her scalp, he thinks it's inexplicably good-looking.

He had deliberately slowed down, hating to move one step at a time, but the men's bathroom still arrived. He asked her in a suppressed voice, "What do you think?" ”

His breath tickled her forehead. Xin Huan was excited, and glared back at him unceremoniously: "You care!" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "It's here." Hurry inside! ”

He stumbled, hit his shoulder against the wall, and clutched his heart in pain: "Ouch! ”

Xin Huan wanted to send the Buddha to the men's toilet, so he turned around and ran, but seeing him like this, he could only stop with a red face and bite his lip, glaring at him: "You pretended to be it, right?" ”

He couldn't hold back a laugh, trembled his long eyebrows and continued to hum: "I was hit by youth on the waist, but you hit my heart." ”

The more Xin Huan listened, the more wrong he became, and he stomped his feet in annoyance: "...... Bah! ”

This time she didn't care about him anymore, she really turned her head and ran outside. The wind ruffled her hair and tugged at the hem of her skirt, like a delicate white cloud, and like a lively little white dove.

He Yu smiled from his heart.

Silly girl, what he said was true. Not to tease her.

Xin Huan blushed and ran back to Song Yi's side. Song Yi looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong?" Is your face flushed when you go to the bathroom? ”

Xin Huan grinned: "...... Dry stools. ”

Scold the initiator thirty times more in my heart!

The loudspeaker just played a notice, saying that the new students who came to register should assemble and stand in line with each class according to the guidance of the class card.

Xin Huan pulled Song Yi in a panic, and the two stood in the first class.

The homeroom teacher was a woman of about forty years old, of medium height, wearing glasses, and a bit stern. She walked into the team with the list in her hand, her eyes slid over the students' faces one by one, and she walked back and forth and suddenly asked, "What about Heyu?" Haven't you arrived yet? ”

Xin Huan hung his legs and stomach and sat on the spot!

Song Yi cheered slightly, turned his head and winked at Xin Huan with a crimson face: "Oh my God, let's not be too happy!" ”

The girls in the second class next to them also heard it, and they cast envious, jealous and hateful glances at the girls in the first class.

Xin Huan reached out and put his hand on Song Yi's shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Teacher, Heyu is here!" A boy raised his voice to tell the teacher.

Xin Huan lowered his head vigorously, and then saw He Yu's pair of blue-faced and white-soled casual shoes that happened to pass in front of him—accompanied by his clear voice: "Teacher, I'm here." ”

Xin Huan gritted his teeth secretly: "Why didn't you go to the toilet......"

When the teacher saw Heyu, the look on his face turned cloudy and clear, and he walked over and patted Heyu's shoulder: "I want you to speak on behalf of the new students later." How's it going, are you ready? Nian familiar? ”

Xin Huan's eyes were dark again--he had to speak on behalf of the freshmen...... If you don't pull the wind, can you die?

He Yuxiang glanced at "Ostrich Huan" unintentionally, and smiled indifferently: "Teacher, you don't need to read according to the manuscript, I will take off the manuscript." ”

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