That morning, after Wen Xuan walked out of the classroom, he put his whole body next to the balcony as he had done in high school.

He habitually put his right hand on his lips, and looked at every girl who walked by the school road in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

It is undeniable that the girls in this academy are better than the girls in Wenxuan High School in terms of clothing matching and makeup skills, and they are all girls who are dressed quite beautifully.

Just when Wen Xuan was looking at those girls happily and preparing to think about it, a girl in casual clothes broke into Wen Xuan's field of vision.

"Ling Ling!" Wen Xuan's face couldn't help but smile a little.

But soon, the smile on Wen Xuan's face disappeared, as he was surprised to find that there was another person walking with Ling Ling at this moment. And that person was none other than Ye Lan, who slapped Wen Xuan last night.

"Ye Lan!" Wen Xuan frowned and muttered in a low voice, "How could she be with Ling Ling!"

Wen Xuan put all his eyes on Ye Lan's body. He looked Ye Lan up and down, but found that Ye Lan today seemed to be even more charming than last night, and was constantly attracting Wen Xuan's attention.

I saw that Ye Lan's delicate dress perfectly revealed her beautiful figure, tall twin peaks, white arms, slender waist, and slender calves, all of which attracted all the attention of the boys around them, making them suddenly feel thirsty in their mouths and swallowing saliva.

Ye Lan seemed to be accustomed to those extremely aggressive gazes that kept coming at her, and there was always a strange smile on her delicate face.

Her eyes scanned contemptuously at the boys around her who were sweeping the floor over her with a greedy gaze, and her heart was full of contempt.

"A bunch of waste!" Ye Lan scolded secretly in her heart.

At this moment, Ye Lan felt Ling Ling beside her suddenly stop. She couldn't help but feel a little strange, and hurriedly looked towards Ling Ling, only to find that Ling Ling was looking at a certain place with a lost look at the eyes at this moment.

Following Ling Ling's gaze, Ye Lan was surprised to find that at this moment, Ling Ling was looking at the guy who had been slapped by himself yesterday.

She gently pushed Ling Ling's shoulder, and asked with a hint of disdain in her tone, "Who is that person?"

Ye Lan's words suddenly made Ling Ling turn his head, and looked at Ye Lan's face with a somewhat flustered expression.

But when she looked at Ye Lan's face, the loss in her eyes resurfaced again. She secretly thought to herself: "Senior Sister Ye is so beautiful, that little villain must look at her and not look at me!"

Seeing that lost look in Ling Ling's eyes again, Ye Lan took Ling Ling's hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Ling shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm fine. By the way, what did you just ask me, senior sister?"

After Ye Lan said "oh", she looked at Wen Xuan and said, "I just asked you who that person is, are you familiar with him?"

Ling Ling's heart was inexplicably a little nervous, and after a few moments, he slowly said, "Uh, that, he is, he's my friend!"

"Your friend?" Ye Lan turned his head and asked, "Are you familiar?"

"I met him on the night of school!"

"Did you just meet?" Ye Lan groaned and said, "I advise you not to get too close to him." You know what? That guy was slapped hard by me last night!"

"What?" Ling Ling blurted out in surprise after hearing this.

She stretched out her hand to cover her face, as if Ye Lan's slap was on her face, and asked timidly, "Senior sister, why did you slap him?"

"Why?" Ye Lan sneered and said, "Because that guy is actually hitting my chest with his head, insulting me, a little pervert like this, if you don't slap him hard and teach him a lesson, then he won't have to inch in the future?"

"Senior sister, did you beat him after half past ten?" Ling Lin suddenly asked.

"Well, yes, how do you know?" Ye Lan asked with some confusion on her face.

But Ling Ling didn't answer Ye Lan's question, instead glared at Wen Xuan with an angry face, and secretly cursed in his heart: "Wen Xuan, you big villain, stinky rascal, you lie to me again, I hate you!"

After scolding, she didn't care whether Ye Lan wanted to or not, dragged Ye Lan's hand, and left angrily!

Ling Ling and Ye Lan's movements, of course, Wen Xuan saw them all.

When he saw Ling Ling and Ye Lan looking towards him, his heart was really a little scared. He was afraid that Ye Lan would tell Ling Ling what had happened last night, and he was afraid that Ling Ling would ignore him because of this.

But when he thought about it, paper will never be able to contain fire, and Ling Ling will know about last night's events sooner or later, so she can think whatever she likes, anyway, she didn't mean it. If Ling Ling really ignored him because of this, then spend more time coaxing her

Thinking of this, Wen Xuan laughed to himself.

He was laughing at himself, why didn't he spend some time soaking Ye Lan's big beauty, but instead spent time coaxing Ling Ling, an ordinary little girl?

In fact, in Wen Xuan's heart, he didn't have any special feelings for Ye Lan, he just simply felt that Ye Lan was very beautiful and tempting, and the rest was all the impulse of the lower body!

Ling Ling was different, although Ling Ling was not as beautiful as Ye Lan, it gave Wen Xuan a very comfortable feeling.

If they are all compared to a flower, then Ye Lan is a rose, so beautiful that people can't help but have a strong sense of possessiveness. But when you actually get close to her, you will be surprised to find that the roses are all thorny, and they will scarred you.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more difficult it is to control, and the more difficult a woman is, the more fulfillment it is.

But Wenxuan is not uncommon with this sense of achievement, because this sense of accomplishment is exchanged for scars all over his body.

And Ling Ling is different, she is like a very ordinary chrysanthemum, although she does not have the beauty of roses, she has her own elegance. It is that kind of elegance that makes you naturally have a very comfortable feeling.

The more ordinary a woman is, the more her beauty needs to be found and discovered by others.

In Wenxuan's eyes, discovering beauty is more fulfilling than chasing beauty.

We are all ordinary people, there is no need to pursue excessive beauty, there will always be a day when flowers will wither, and no matter how beautiful the face is, there will always be a moment when the face fades.

One day a long time later, in a casual conversation with a friend, a person once asked Wen Xuan: "Do you think the girls in high school are prettier, or the girls in college are prettier?"

At that time, Wen Xuan was speechless for a while by this question, he lowered his head, and after thinking for a while, he began to say slowly: "You can't compare women from different periods like this, because there is no comparison in this comparison. ”

"If every woman is compared to a flower, then different women are different kinds of flowers, with different growth processes. ”

"Some women, they bloom very early, when others are still in the budding stage, they have quietly bloomed, blooming their beauty to the world, and some people, they bloom very late, so late that others have already bloomed, they still lock their beauty in layers of petals, so that by the time they really bloom, they have missed the best blooming time, and they have long been unable to find the person who admires them!"

"Every woman is beautiful, but just as different flowers have different beauty, different women show different beauty. ”

"Some people, they are as beautiful as peonies, so beautiful that everyone who sees her can't help but stop and appreciate her beauty. But unfortunately, in this world, there has never been a shortage of people who appreciate her, but few gardeners are willing to take care of her sincerely. ”

"Some people, they are like epiphany, they are only willing to show her beauty in the dead of night for those who are willing to wait by her side. The beauty of epiphany is a kind of beauty of waiting. Her instant amazement created the eternity of the moment, so that everyone who has seen her amazing fall in love with her deeply. ”

"Some people, they are like mandalas, deadly and beautiful. People are often overly obsessed with their beauty, and forget about the toxins hidden beneath the beauty, or that those people can love them for their sake. ”

"According to what you say, there really aren't ugly women in this world?" Wen Xuan's friend asked with a smile,

"Yes!" A strange smile appeared on Wen Xuan's face, and he said: "Every woman has her own beauty, but not every beauty can be recognized by others, just like the ugliest corpse incense konjac in the world, it also has people who like it, and only those who like it can appreciate its beauty! ”

Wen Xuan's friend glared at him with a disdainful look and then asked, "Then what flowers do you like?"

"Chrysanthemum!" Wen Xuan laughed and said without the slightest hesitation: "Among so many flowers, my favorite is the chrysanthemum!"