Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

"Don't be unconvinced. This guy really has some strength. Not just a little, but a lot..."

When Song Ziqin saw the photo of Feng He on his deskmate's phone, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It's Feng He."

My deskmate nodded frantically.

"I can say responsibly that he is the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

My deskmate said with certainty.

Song Ziqin, who had not seen the photo and did not want to admit it, fell silent at this moment. He touched his nose awkwardly.

If he knew it was Feng He, he wouldn't say that.

"Although it's the campus beauty pageant, he's actually a boy. He also has a nice name, Feng He. Hey, that's his name you just mentioned, do you know him?"

The desk mate also revealed to Song Ziqin some information about the new campus beauties.

But suddenly I remembered what Song Ziqin had just said.

Song Ziqin touched his nose and said nonchalantly, "Yes, I know him. I've played with him before."

My deskmate was shocked. "You... you, what kind of shit luck do you have..."

Fenghe gives people a special feeling.

It's not simply exquisite and beautiful. This kind of appearance with only gorgeousness can easily make people tired of it, but her face is mainly exquisite and beautiful, and there is also a faint cold temperament hidden inside.

The extreme contrast and collision makes it more and more attractive the more you look at it.

"I feel he has a beauty that transcends gender."

My deskmate has become a loyal fan of Feng He and can change the subject smoothly.

Song Ziqin listened to his deskmate's silly words and looked at the photo of Feng He being selected as the school beauty.

He couldn't help thinking about it during class, after class, while eating, and even when he went to the bathroom. Even after school in the evening when the driver came to pick him up, he was still thinking about it while sitting at the table in the living room eating the midnight snack his mother prepared for him.

At this time, Song Ziqin suddenly remembered something.

One day during the summer vacation, he overslept and got up to eat. He saw a skinny boy passing by the living room. He was so scared that he stared at the boy for a long time.

In fact, it couldn't be said that they were staring at each other, because Feng He's hair was too long at the time and covered the upper half of his face, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

But that is Feng He.

At that time, he looked unpresentable. He had not washed his face, was dressed casually, and ate carelessly in only a pair of slippers.

Song Ziqin couldn't help but cover his face. Why did he think of it at this time...

How embarrassing!

Song Ziqin went upstairs hand and foot.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

He was really risking his life. When he first met Feng He, he went downstairs to eat without washing his face or combing his hair, and he also spoke to her in a rude tone.

Feng He wouldn't think that he was a reckless and foolish guy, right?

No wonder I didn't pay much attention to him during the summer vacation except when we were playing together...

Even if I took the initiative to look for him, he would still be aloof at school.

Song Ziqin looked like he had lost all hope in life.

He vowed to pay attention to his image in the future!

The next morning, his deskmate looked at Song Ziqin's dark circles that hadn't been seen for a long time and said in surprise: "You actually have dark circles?"

Song Ziqin is a well-known sleeper. He doesn't have dark circles under his eyes like anyone else.

Even though he can sleep so well, he is still the top student in the grade. He was the top student in the opening exam and also the first student to be admitted through the high school entrance exam.

Song Ziqin rolled his eyes at him and turned his back.

Don’t mention it. Ever since he found out yesterday that he had met Feng He before, Song Ziqin couldn’t help thinking about Feng He.

He felt that he could now draw Feng He with his eyes closed.

"Today is Friday, great."

My deskmate spoke to himself.

"It's Friday?"

Song Ziqin turned around quickly, stared at his deskmate and asked.

"Yes... yes." My deskmate looked puzzled.

Song Ziqin has come to his senses. Last time he heard from his mother, he said that Aunt Li’s son seemed to be living on campus and came back once a week.

On Friday, I told him that if he saw Aunt Li’s son coming back, he should take the bus back with him. The driver would pick him up anyway, so it wouldn’t be a problem to bring one more person.

He remembered it at that time and decided to cultivate a good relationship with Feng He.

Song Ziqin was ready to go. Today, Friday, he was going to find Feng He and go back with him.

"Which class is Feng He from?"

Song Ziqin asked his deskmate.

"Class 23 of Senior 3."

His desk mate knew Feng He very well. He had even crossed the teaching building to go to the bathroom several times just to be able to see Feng He in the senior year department.

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Feng He now lies on the table and pretends to sleep after class every day. In fact, he plans to use this time period to secretly memorize English words.

Ever since Shen Yiru showed him the school beauty list yesterday, there was suddenly a lot of traffic outside their classroom.

Every day after class he could feel a lot of eyes looking at him.

What's even more outrageous is that he received so many love letters in just one day that his drawer was full of space.

But Feng He never looked at it. His current task was to study hard and not fall in love too early.

Shen Yiru looked at him with a childlike expression, and occasionally with his consent, she would open the love letter and read it to him.

The students of Peking University High School are all excellent students, and they are very good at writing love letters. Feng He was stunned as she listened to them, as the love letters were written like prose.

Today is Friday and he is going back to the Song family in the evening.

The task assigned to him by the system before was to force his way into Song Ziqin's social circle.

Or, when I go home today, I can pretend to meet him at the school gate and ask him for a ride. Then, after I get in his car, I can get close to him.

If I had known this earlier, I would have just let myself go during the summer vacation because there were no tasks to do.

Feng He fell asleep while lying on the table. This class was a long break, and she had 25 minutes to sleep...

Although he was memorizing words at the beginning...

Feng He was woken up by Shen Yiru because the teacher came to class.

Feng He's face turned red when she fell asleep, and she was still a little dazed when she woke up, like a pink bun just out of the oven.

Shen Yiru's eyes flickered and her pupils twitched abnormally.

Feng He has gotten used to it and turns a blind eye to it.

She took a picture of his rosy face while Feng He wasn't paying attention, then posted it on the campus forum.

It took only ten minutes for the post to explode on the forum.

Song Ziqin and his deskmate silently looked at the freshly-released photos of the school beauties, and clicked the save button at the same time.

I can’t wait any longer, I’ll go find Feng He during lunch, Song Ziqin thought.

He didn't know why Feng He attracted him so much. It might be because his face was perfect in his eyes, or it might be because of his fun and cute personality.

"Jingle Bell……"

As the bell rang, the students all went to have lunch, and Feng He walked out slowly.

"Feng He!"

A hearty young voice came into Feng He's ears.

He looked towards the source of the sound in confusion.

It's Song Ziqin.

Feng He walked over, "Song...Song Ziqin."

Song Ziqin's eyes widened, and his heart began to beat faster and faster when he realized that Feng He had called his name.

It took him a while to find his voice again.

"You...you know my name?"

Feng He looked at him strangely, Song Ziqin was so stupid.

They had all been living in the same house for a summer, how could he not know his name?

And sometimes we play together.