The sweet smell of citrus

"Is it because you can't do your homework because you are in a bad mood?"

"You don't look very well today, what happened?"

"Have you eaten breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Are you afraid of going home after studying late?"

"..."

"Stop!" Cheng Jialan shook his head, refusing.

Song Yi lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "It seems that you also know that it would be strange to ask these words."

"They are all students, of course we are talking about study in school."

Well, thinking about it this way, it is indeed true.

She showed a compromising expression, but Song Yi did not admit victory, but took a step forward, walked to Cheng Jialan's side, and hugged her shoulders, "Actually, these are not the point."

"The point is...you have to be more confident."

Cheng Jialan's body froze slightly after being embraced. She looked sideways at Song Yi, and her newly heated mind exploded wantonly again, "I want to be more confident?"

"Yes."

"...So, is it because of my charisma that the monitor cares so much about me?"

She was quick to substitute.

Song Yi lowered his eyes, looked at Cheng Jialan's eyes who were clearly looking forward to the answer, and nodded slightly, "Yes, after getting along with you not long ago, I think you are very cute, and I really want to have a cute friend."

The answer you want to hear goes into your ears.Cheng Jialan's heart couldn't tell what it was like, it just fluttered, fluttered up.

The two also chatted for a long time at the end of the small corridor. When they looked at each other, the bell for the official start of class came from the school's loudspeaker. Song Yi's instinct dominated her body, and she turned around subconsciously, "Class is over. .”

"……Oh."

The two walked towards the classroom of Class [-], Class [-], Senior High School one after the other.

Song Yi was in front, and Cheng Jialan followed her, with many brilliant lights shining in his eyes.

The matter was clarified, and the truth turned out to be so beautiful.

Hey.

Song Yi actually fell under the charm of her personality... hahahahah.

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Go to class as usual.

The teacher inspected, Song Yi was the one who sat the most upright in the class, and her books were also neatly arranged. The test papers, notebooks, paper and pens were all in the drawers. Although there were a lot of books in the third year of high school, her desk... was very neat.

Under Cheng Jialan's scrutinizing gaze, the teacher started the class.

To be honest, in her heart, the English teacher's voice was not pleasant, but Song Yi seemed to be fascinated by it, and within a few moments, she was directly immersed in the ocean of learning.

Then I didn't know what happened, so I started to brush the papers, questions, and exercise books, and I was in tune with the teacher on the podium.

Looking at the entire classroom, I couldn't find another person like her who listened to the teacher's lecture as if she was listening to a fairy singing.

……

No, and herself.

Listening to the teacher's lecture is like listening to a fairy singing, and I feel a little sleepy.

Especially this English, the strong tone is weird and hypnotic.

A little drowsy, Cheng Jialan took a breath, held it back, and woke herself up for a while.

Just staring blankly for a while, 10 minutes of a class has passed. Cheng Jialan, who had been wandering for a while, felt a little guilty. At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out to her book.

Song Yi's voice came into my ears clearly: "I'm talking about page 67 now, listen carefully for a while, if you don't understand, read the word list, you're still in class, don't sleep."

Chapter 22 My Charm Is So Great

Song Yi and Cheng Jialan got along very well after solving the misunderstanding.

The atmosphere is very harmonious.

Although Cheng's brain is connected to the universe and has countless brain holes, but...

Today, her mind is very calm.

Accepting it calmly... Song Yi was overwhelmed by her personal charm and wanted to be her friend.

And, for all the help Song Yi gave today, I will accept it as it is ordered.

Cheng Jialan's enthusiasm was high, and Song Yi tasted a little cloth-like smell.

During the class break, she was sitting on a topic, watching Cheng Jialan's eyes and brows smiling from the corner of her eyes, and she clicked her tongue inwardly.

What she liked most before was the way Cheng Jialan coldly rejected her.

The refusal expression is gone now, but...

The tip of the pen paused slightly, and a small black dot fell on the test paper. Song Yi came back to his senses, stared at the question for a while, and continued to work on the question again.

Good.

The day with a harmonious atmosphere passed quickly. After school in the evening, everyone packed their schoolbags. The students who lived in the accommodation quickly packed their things and prepared to go back to the dormitory to relax. The students who wanted to go home also speeded up——

At this point, if you don't hurry home, it will be another day before you can sleep tomorrow.

Song Yi and Cheng Jialan are the most unhurried people in the class.

One thought it was too silly to hurry.

another--

Anyway, I don't do my homework when I go home, and I wash and sleep at home, which is not very fast.

They were all slow, but they left the classroom door together.

The frequency of their steps was about the same, but the one with longer legs always walked faster. Song Yi came to the front after a while.

Her thin and tall figure is in front of her, her back is straight, her long hair falls on her shoulder blades, but she doesn't look messy.

Cheng Jialan wanted to speed up, but after looking at Song Yi's back for a while, she slowed down again.

Are good-looking people even so good-looking from the back?

what.