This quick wear is a bit sweet

374 Who Am I 12
The system made a few exclamation points to express its dissatisfaction, and then began to listen to English dutifully.

When they arrived at the community, Song Shi was already waiting for her under the tree.

He didn't wear a coat, but rather casual sportswear, just standing there casually, in the hazy sky, like a painting.

No matter when, he is so good-looking that makes the heart beat faster.

Xunguang stopped and watched at the intersection for a minute, and she didn't walk over until Song Shi looked over.

"I'm handsome, you are dumbfounded."

Xunguang was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'm also pretty."

Song Shi laughed.

It's really a little wild cat. When you are not familiar with it, you don't say a word, but when you are familiar with it, you start to be poor.

"Not even a band-aid, you are rougher than Zhang Wen," he took out a band-aid and put it on Xunguang, "Zhang Wen is the one with colorful hair, always following the fashion, but unfortunately he is not well-informed, so he catches up every time on the tail."

Xunguang smiled with white teeth.

"I haven't exercised for a long time. I used to run a lot when I was learning Taekwondo." Song Shi straightened Xunguang's messy hair. "There is still time, let's go for a while."

Xunguang felt his slender and strong fingers moving on his head, and he could even smell his fragrance, which was soft and warm, very nice.

She wished that this road could go for 1 years.

However, Song Shi had always been very considerate, so he took the time to run.

"Come on! Run!"

The two arrived at their respective intersections like a gust of wind.

"Wait," Song Shi said, and went to the breakfast shop to pack two boxes of steamed buns, and brought a box to Xunguang, "Please, thank you for running with me, the old, the weak, and the sick. I will accompany you tomorrow run."

He ran for such a long time without panting. To say that he is old, weak, sick and disabled is considered very delicate.

Xunguang nodded, returned to his taciturn look, and left.

Song Shi watched her back merge into the torrent of students, and suddenly realized that she was not unwilling to talk, but that she didn't talk when there were too many people, or she just talked to him alone.

This knowledge made him feel as comfortable in the cold wind as if drinking a large pot of hot water.

Before Xunguang entered the school gate, He Yuanyuan slapped him on the shoulder.

"Really," He Yuanyuan looked at the breakfast in her hand, "I've seen you dating Song Shi, and he bought you breakfast."

"Ah," Xunguang didn't know how many people saw it, and felt uncomfortable for a while, "A lot of people?"

He Yuanyuan said: "Someone must have seen it, maybe someone has already posted a post on the school post bar."

Xunguang held the bag tightly with his hands, feeling frightened for no reason.

He Yuanyuan said: "What are you afraid of? If you love me, who cares? Are you afraid that your puppy love will be invited by your parents?"

Xunguang shook his head.

Li Hua and Su Jianguo will not care about her recently, and she doesn't know what she is afraid of.

She thought for a while and said, "I don't like people talking about me."

"Hey," He Yuanyuan patted her again: "It's not that you're ugly, you're pretty, and your grades are good, don't be afraid, what's the matter, my sister will support you, but you two?"

Xunguang said: "No, they just ran here together, by the way."

He Yuanyuan gave a meaningful "Oh" and said, "Come to my house at noon on Saturday."

Xunguang said, "Why are you going to your house?"

He Yuanyuan said: "I'll dress you up."

Xunguang hurriedly said: "No need, I, I'm uncomfortable."

She doesn't like to be stared at, and she doesn't like to dress out of style. If she is in a crowd, she can't wait to see herself as if she is wearing an invisibility cloak.

She was afraid of the whispering crowd, and it was the same after 12 years. She always stayed alone in the house, and even when she went shopping, she liked to go at night when there were no people around.

The day passed quickly, she left the school gate, and when she was walking on the road, she was still distracted, thinking about spoken English.

Before he could finish thinking, he was blocked behind his back.

"Don't move, rob."

Looking back, Xunguang immediately laughed and said, "No money."

Song Shi withdrew his fingers and said, "That's fatal."

"I'm still young, if you really can't do it, you should take a look." Xunguang turned out the two pockets, which were cleaner than his face.

Song Shi laughed and said, "Are you robbing me of my sex, or am I robbing your sex?"

Xunguang thought about it seriously: "It's all fine."

Song Shile smiled happily: "Look where you have come from."

It was only then that Xunguang noticed that he hadn't gone home, and that he was about to reach the paper mill.

There was a buzzing in her ears, and her face turned red.

"I'll just walk around."

Song Shidao: "That won't work, this is my territory, you have to pay the toll, bring it here."

Xunguang really took five yuan out of his schoolbag and put it in his hand.

Song Shi was even happier. He hadn't robbed banknotes of such a small denomination for so many years. He put the five yuan in his pocket and said, "I paid the toll as well. Go up and sit down and have dinner together."

Xunguang nodded, and he could have dinner with Song Shi for five yuan, and she would not have breakfast in the future.

When I went upstairs, the door opened, and the heating inside rushed out.

The drawing boards are still turned over, and you can't see what's on them. The room is not messy, and there are many snacks on the coffee table.

Song Shi put the bag in his hand into the kitchen and said, "You are doing your homework outside, and I will cook."

Xunguang walked over and said, "I'll help, I can cook."

Song Shi pushed her away and said, "You don't need to do it. I'm very free. Give me some face and let me show off my cooking skills, or I'll suffocate to death."

Xunguang was pushed onto the sofa. Through the glass door, Song Shi was very skillful at cooking, and even cut vegetables with supermodel temperament.

Song Shi cut the vegetables, looked back at Xunguang who had begun to read seriously, took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the meal, and took a photo of the wrinkled five yuan, and posted a Weibo in a good mood .

Huahua Duanyue: "I robbed the kitten for five yuan, fried pork with green peppers, I wonder if the kitten likes it?"

"Little brother has found all the excuses to get along with the little wild cat. He even thought of robbery."

"That's right, you have to cook for others after robbing. Please give me a dozen of such robbers."

"My little brother's hands are so pretty!"

"Please maintain this frequency of tweeting, it would be great if you can show your face."

Song Shi read a few posts, put away his phone, and started cooking.

Xunguang was struggling with oral English, muttering, his voice was not loud, as if he was complaining.

Song Shi was standing next to her with the dishes, and she didn't even come to her senses.

"Even if you don't have any expectations for my meal, you still pretend to be so embarrassing for me."

Only then did Xunguang come to his senses, he hurriedly put away the books, took the dishes and put them on the table, then went to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Song Shi looked at Xunguang eating and said, "Is it delicious?"

Xunguang nodded.

Song Shidao: "I always eat alone, and I don't know if it's good or not. It's up to you to save face."

Xunguang whispered: "That Zhang Yuan."

Song Shidao: "He's just a caretaker. He cooks like pig food, and when he comes, he has to take care of everything. He doesn't give me a chance to show off at all."

Xunguang imagined Song Shi sitting here frowning and eating pig food with Zhang Yuan.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)