Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Zuo Wang heard the pounding heartbeat, bit his back molars, and forced himself to look away.

damn...

Kind of cute.

The bright sun is like fire, and the heat is unbearable.

But in this kind of weather, Qin Yan caught a cold on Wednesday.

The blocked nose felt uncomfortable, and the paper towels at hand were used one after another, and the tissue packaging bag shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her position is in the left back corner of the classroom, close to the wall, which is really uncomfortable, and she can still lean her head against the wall to listen to the class without being uncomfortable.

Not long after Qin Yan transferred to class three, the previous owner of the desk didn't know who it was. Anyway, both sides of the drawer were bare, without a single hook.

She didn't have time to buy new ones to stick them on, and she couldn't do anything about hanging garbage bags.

On the other hand, there was a hook attached to the side of the drawer on the back table against the wall, but he had no intention of using it.

"Zuo Wang, can I temporarily hang the garbage bag next to your desk? I'll buy a new hook on the way to school tomorrow."

She slowly took out a clean plastic bag, and waited for the answer from the back table if she would like to.

After blowing his nose for a long time, Qin Yan's nose became red, which was in stark contrast to his fair and clean face, so pitiful.

Zuo Wang took the bag from her hand and hung it firmly on the side of the drawer.

Although he didn't say a word, his actions proved that he agreed.

"Thank you..." Qin Yanweng said in a low voice, his voice was blurred by the cold.

When get out of class was over, she threw all the discarded paper balls on the table into the trash can on the balcony outside, so as not to take up the small space of plastic bags too early.

After class, her desktop finally collapsed into a hill, covered by balls of paper.

She would stuff the used waste paper into the garbage bag with her head tilted.

With more times, Qin Yan can find the specific location without having to look back.

She saved several balls at once, her eyes and ears were focused on the classroom, and she used two things at once, groping for the opening position of the garbage bag with her backhand.

Suddenly, the inadvertent touch made Qin Yan's fingertips tremble.

She was completely wrapped by a thick palm, and the thin calluses brushed away, pulling away the ball of paper in the palm, and helping her put it into the bag.

A warm current flowed through the bottom of his heart, Qin Yan was in a trance for an instant, knowledge points entered his left ear and exited his right ear, blurred and unreal.

For the next half a day, as long as she stretched her hand back, there would always be a slightly callused palm to take it for her...

Zuo Wang listened to the teacher's up-and-down tone while stuffing garbage into the bag, doing both.

The pile of books in his hand was getting higher and higher, textbooks, homework books, papers, newspapers... all piled up together, exactly like the oily residue of elementary school students' drawers.

Qin Yan couldn't stand it anymore, and would take the time to tidy up and re-stack to save his eyes.

Air conditioners are installed in the classrooms, and they run all day long without stopping.

Qin Yan likes to tie his hair half up and half loose, so that it won't be messed up in the wind and block his sight, and it can also cover part of his exposed neck.

After all, if you stay in a space where cold air prevails, you will inevitably feel cold.

Just returning to the classroom from the outside, the whole body will become hot again.

Qin Yan took off the hair band on his wrist, brushed the loose hair on the back of his neck, and tied it up.

The hair circle of the same color is quickly integrated into the hair, and it is not obtrusive at all.

Only the brown pompoms stand out as accessories.

Not long after the self-study class, the hair tie slowly slid down, entangled with a strand of black hair at the end, and it would not fall out.

The person lying loosely at the back table lowered his eyelids and yawned calmly.