Fast time travel: The villain male god keeps flirting

Chapter 332 "Crush on This Little Thing (2)"

The setting sun is like blood, and the sky to the west of the playground is already filled with brilliant sunset glow. The first and second students of Yucai High School have almost left, but the hard-working third party still has to take four classes of evening self-study.

In Class [-], Grade [-], Zhou Meng belonged to the group who were on duty. The others went to the women's restroom to clean the mop. Zhou Meng stood on tiptoe, wiped the blackboard diligently with an eraser in her hand.

The podium was knocked twice by "Duk-duk--".

She turned around in surprise, "Huh? Solemn?"

Nodding solemnly and coolly, he was silent for a while, staring at Zhou Meng, "Student Zhou Meng, I want to talk to you."

Zhou Meng looked at him suspiciously. Is this the dignity of Xuebajun who is invincible?

"I don't want to go." Zhou Meng blinked, her cheeks were rosy, and her voice was as weak as a mosquito buzzing.

Zhuang Yan then stared at her with those bright black eyes.

Zhou Meng couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to raise the white flag to surrender, "Okay, I'll go out with you."

Solemnly then turned around coolly.

The sky was full of dusk, and the leaves were rustling. Zhou Meng and Zhuang Yan stood under the old locust tree in the playground, looking at each other silently.

After waiting for a long time, before Zhuang Yan could speak, Zhou Meng rolled her big eyes and looked up at the sky boredly. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yan finally opened her mouth at this time, "Well, Zhou Meng, I am very distressed recently."

"...I have a bad waist, use the Kidney Treasure." Zhou Meng blurted out.

Looking at the solemn and pure little eyes, Zhou Meng felt a little bit guilty of spoiling the children. Her cheeks that had just faded from the blush flushed again, and she opened her mouth, "That, that, student Zhuang Yan, you didn't hear anything just now."

"Yeah." Even if Zhuang Yan didn't understand, he still had a clear expression on his face. He struggled for a while, then pursed his lips, "Student Zhou Meng, please don't stare at me in the future."

Oops, being discovered by Xue Bajun, Zhou Meng's heart suddenly raised the alarm bell.

"I didn't stare at you, did you read it wrong?" Zhou Meng had only one plan, and she refused to admit it. She raised her small mouth, "Besides, classmate Zhuang Yan, if you don't look at me, how do you know me?" Staring at you?"

[Dear Mengmeng, your design is broken, broken!You are a shy girl, not a wretched old aunt! 】

Zhou Meng secretly rolled her eyes at 188, "Tong Zai, don't you know that people are designed to collapse?"

[Forget it, I can't beat you! 】188's tone is faint, 【Just as long as you are happy. 】

"Ann, don't worry, I know what to do!"

Solemnly speechless, he couldn't say that he felt it, could he?If he said that, would Zhou Meng be misunderstood?

Zhuang Yan hesitated for a moment, and his dark eyes flashed a look of helplessness.

Zhou Meng also touched her head, and smiled sweetly at Zhuang Yan, "Zhuang Yan—"

She covered her face and ran away.

The dusk of the setting sun, the locust trees on the playground, the flying skirts, and the sweet girl...become the deepest memories of the solemn and midsummer boyhood.

For some reason, the corners of Zhuang Yan's mouth curled up inexplicably.

My heart is beating fast, what's wrong?
……

At [-]:[-], before self-study, the class representative in charge is ready to collect homework.

"Math homework." The class representative solemnly came to collect the math homework.

"Oh, Mengmeng, have you finished writing?" Li Yingying, Zhou Meng's deskmate, hugged her arm coquettishly, "I was so excited reading the novel last night, if you haven't finished it, you can be generous and let me copy it."

Zhou Meng was dizzy, looked sleepy, opened her small mouth slightly, yawned gracefully, and waved her hand generously, "Since you want to copy, take it from my schoolbag."

Li Yingying happily gave her a warm welcome, "Thank you little fairy, please."

In fact, Li Yingying forgot to do her math homework because she stayed up late to study the questions, but she didn't know how to say it.

Majestic, stare.

Li Yingying clasped her fists in pleading pleading, Zhuang Yan said nothing, glanced at her, and continued to look at Zhou Meng.

Zhou Meng opened the Chinese textbook in a daze, and stood the textbook upright. Her little head was hidden behind the textbook, and she was dozing off bit by bit.

She didn't realize that the class representative, our Xuebajun, was solemn, with a sullen face, staring at her with piercing eyes.

Hearing her "magnanimous" words, and seeing her such an improper study attitude, he involuntarily pursed his lips.

Without saying a word, he silently walked around her and continued to collect math homework at the back.

Li Yingying seemed to have discovered something, secretly smiled, and copied the homework skillfully.

"Class representative, please be more lenient."

"That's right, this is the game console my mother brought from abroad, class representative, please."

"Solemn, do you really want to be so heartless?"

There were people wailing in the back, saying all kinds of reasons, either the homework book was gnawed by a dog or forgotten at home, in short, all kinds of reasons took turns to play, and all kinds of actors took turns to perform. Unfortunately, our Xuebajun was unmoved , Sternly refused, black face to the end.

Zhuang Yan finished collecting homework from Zhou Meng's row, and he turned it "indifferently". Zhou Meng's little head was still bit by bit, extremely clumsy, and the fluffy top of his head was exposed above the textbook.

Well, like a little yellow chicken...

Flapping its wings clumsily, its little head clumsily lit...

For some reason, such a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Zhuang Yan passed by Zhou Meng without looking sideways, and he went to another row to collect homework.

He thought, Zhou Meng made a mistake for the first time, um, I just forgive her this time, um, it's only three things.

As for student Li Yingying, hey, who is that?
After collecting the homework, Zhuang Yan returned to his seat with his homework in his arms, and checked each one. After checking each one, he ticked off the list.

As a strict class representative who is trusted by the teacher, he has to personally check the number of people who handed in their homework, and give the name of the students who did not hand in their homework to the teacher.

Mathematics homework is the most every time, and it must be assigned every day. It can be said that the class of solemnity represents "power in hand, high position".

Five minutes later, he made up the list, and the list of those who did not hand in their homework included Li Yingying, Zhou Meng, and a few people who usually did not hand in their homework.

He looked at his watch, well, at 06:30, the morning self-study started, he took out the composition materials, and looked down seriously.

Majestic, the most difficult thing is composition. He has perfect marks in mathematics, but often fails to reach [-] points in Chinese.

He really understands the meaning contained in the title of the composition, so the content is always off topic or off topic. The Chinese teacher specially assigns him a task. He has to read more than two news every day to understand the life of a famous person.

But during the beautiful morning reading time, Zhou Meng's head was like a chicken pecking rice, dozing off bit by bit...

Zhuang Yan hates iron for being weak, how can this kind of learning attitude be admitted to the same university as him?
Zhuang Yan didn't realize what was going on in his subconscious at all...

If he hadn't thought about Zhou Meng, why would he complain that Zhou Meng and him couldn't get into the same university?
A teenager's mind is incomprehensible and incomprehensible.

(End of this chapter)