Professional flirting system

The start of school always means a lot of messy things. Tang Ze quickly gave up on the relationship between him and Qin Beichuan. In fact, after a few days of busy work before the start of school, he didn't even have a face-to-face meeting with that person. .

The general election of the student council of their school started with the beginning of each year. As a senior high school student who was studying hard, he was inclined to step down as president this year, but this idea was ruthlessly rejected by 741.

"What are you kidding!" The system yelled in his head in a fuss, "As the male lead of an idol drama, you are actually going to give up this standard status! You are simply the worst host I have ever brought, what a shame! I am disappointed!"

Tang Ze: "...I just don't want to waste time."

741 told him righteously: "I'm sorry, as a male protagonist, this is the time you have to waste."

So Young Master Tang still had to resign himself to his fate to prepare the speech. Out of a secret rebellious mentality, he didn't even make a plan for the PPT. There is no way to say anything.

But it turned out that he was still too naive.

In his previous life, Tang Ze, as a proper second-generation star, had no chance of going to such an "ordinary" high school. Besides, he began to set his life goals in the entertainment circle early on, and avoided school matters as much as he could. Wei Yu dragged on, probably not even having a few lessons.

As for after graduating from high school, it is even more impossible for him to go to classes like ordinary people after he has officially set foot in the entertainment industry. He just finds time to attend a few classes every year between the various studios and runways, in order to earn enough credits to get a graduation. Certificate.

So... Although he has played many so-called "campus princes", he has never had a clear understanding of the popularity of such an identity in real schools.

He saw results quickly.

On the day of the re-election campaign, none of the students who knew in advance that he was still going to run for re-election didn't even try to compete. He was the only one who was scheduled to come on stage in the final chairman's campaign speech. After speaking a few dry sentences, he got Prolonged applause from the audience.

Tang Ze: "...well, I was wrong, let's do whatever you like."

He tidied up his meager sheet of speech and walked off the podium, shook hands with the teachers sitting in the front row who were applauding and gratified, and left first.

He had to rush back to study by himself in the evening, and the teachers present all knew about his situation, and no one said anything.

The classroom was as quiet as ever, only the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper, and the voices of students discussing problems in low voices. The mathematics teacher who managed the evening self-study class sat behind the podium, holding a professional book and reading it intently. From time to time, someone came up with a lot of test papers and notebooks to ask questions.

Tang Ze quietly slipped in through the back door. He was seated in the second-to-last row. Except for the teacher looking up at him, he didn't disturb the other students.

"The president is back?" Li Ziqing held a pen, raised her eyebrows and whispered in a low voice, "Is the election going well?"

"Of course." Tang Ze smiled lightly. Seeing that the other party didn't even take his eyes off the topic, he restrained the expression on his face, sighed, took out a pair of papers handed out from the desk, and began to write his name.

Li Ziqing finished a problem, glanced at his desk and reminded, "Do the math test first, and hand it in after this class."

"Hmm." Tang Ze replied vaguely, signed all the papers in a flash, and then secretly took out the calculator from the desk.

Li Zi rolled his eyes and didn't care about him anymore.

Tang Ze was 10 minutes late for this evening self-study, and the topic test was finished in a race against time. Qin Beichuan, who was sitting in the last row, stood beside him with a blank expression while he was collecting the papers. So, not only did he not take away the paper, he didn't even make a sound to urge him.

"It's a miracle." Tang Ze slapped another Chinese paper on the top while turning his pen, staring at Qin Beichuan's back with some puzzlement.

"Hey, this good person can't do it yet." Li Ziqing was rather disapproving of the childish grievances among these childish boys. She was stuck on an English reading question, frowning and thinking about it for a long time, but she couldn't understand it. Simply poke the arm of the deskmate, "Hey, why did you choose A for this question? This is the first thing I ruled out."

Tang Ze quickly scanned the article and began to give her a lecture.

Although he didn't grow up in country A like Tang Yan, he still lived in the past because of family reasons. The best thing he learned in the school curriculum was English, and because of the detailed and clear grammar system in his brain, he was very helpful to those who were caught. The matter of giving lectures to people is also done very well.

Their homeroom teacher is surnamed Wang, who is an English teacher. What he likes to say most is "Hey, Tang Ze, tell the students this question."

After clarifying the questions in the article in a few words, Qin Beichuan, who was on the podium to hand in the paper, came back, gave them a serious look, and sat down at the back.

This time, even Li Ziqing felt that something was wrong: "...What's wrong with him, why do I somehow feel like I'm being targeted?"

Tang Ze shook his head: "Do you understand? If you don't understand, I'll explain it again."

"Oh, I understand, I understand, thank you!" Li Ziqing shrugged his shoulders, retracted his position, and then felt that the cold gaze on his back that was glued tightly just now finally moved away.

……crazy.

The girl slandered unceremoniously, and continued to focus on the topic.

There is a 20-minute long break between the first and second periods of evening study. Some students will choose to go home at this time-because the school does not force them to stay in the second period of evening study, and there will be no teacher to supervise the class.The classroom was finally noisy for a while, and the good friends who were on the same road walked out in groups of three or four, shoulder to shoulder with each other.

Tang Ze had been studying at school for two nights - he even lived in the school for a period of time at that time, but in the end he gave up because of the pretentious young master's disease like bed recognition.

And now there is Tang Yan at home, he didn't even go to school for two nights, and started to pack his schoolbag, stuffing the Chinese paper that he was going to do just now into it.

Qin Beichuan, who was always looking strange behind him, froze, raised his head and asked, "You...you want to go home?"

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows, zipped up his schoolbag and turned to look at him with a strange expression on his face: "What's the matter, is it hindering you?"

It's really no wonder that he speaks with a gun and a stick. In fact, the daily relationship between the two of them is like this. Whether it's the flamboyant Tang Ze or the reserved Qin Beichuan, they usually handle interpersonal relationships well when dealing with outsiders. Only when they face each other, they will be like two lions invading each other's territory, full of aggressiveness.

Qin Beichuan frowned and saw that he didn't speak. Tang Ze noticed that the other party's gaze was fixed on the right side of his face, and he couldn't help touching his face hesitantly.

There should be nothing wrong.

"Suddenly fell ill, today..." First Young Master Tang quickly stopped waiting impatiently, threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, turned around and walked out of the classroom door, without giving a single look to "Friend No. 2" behind him .

To be honest, after getting along for a few days, this little boy is really not his favorite except for his face and figure. His dark eyes are full of dangerous desire to control, and he looks so mature and serious at a young age, just like Wei Yu. It's annoyingly straight.

——And it's still the stern Wei Yu who was portrayed in front of the media and fans.

"Don't be so arrogant, host," 741 clicked his tongue, "I have a spark of friendship with him! It's okay to always be so tit-for-tat, let's set up a little trick to turn an enemy into a friend!"

"If you want to wipe it, you can do it yourself," Tang Ze got into his car impatiently, "I've done everything, why do you need it?"

"I can't do anything about the problem..." 741 was very wronged, "Okay, okay, then you go home and continue to attack No. 1... Speaking of which, you haven't improved the progress of this mission for a long time. If you continue to do this If you are passive and sabotage, I will arrange specific tasks for you."

"Specific tasks?" Tang Ze raised his forehead, "Don't make it too messy, people's emotions are very complicated, and it takes time to develop step by step, even if Huo Huo is just a child, likes and dislikes are easier to shape, he is impossible Really trusted me so much in such a short period of time... The last 20% has to be worn down slowly, isn't it two years, so why worry."

741 muttered, of course I was anxious, but seeing Tang Ze's disgusted expression, he hesitated and couldn't say it out.

However, he has already started planning to do something to add fire to the mission of the host. The mission of this kind of favorability will become more difficult to make progress in the later stage, because Tang Yan's current level of brother control is no longer suitable for him. If something goes wrong, these poor percentages will appear very subtle. If you don't find the right method, it will be difficult to use time to slowly improve.

When Tang Ze arrived home, it would be time for Tang Yan to go to bed. The little guy greeted his late brother with yawns, and jumped up to get two routine goodnight kisses on his cheeks, one on the left and one on the right. He jumped onto the bed and pulled the quilt to sleep.

He is now in the third grade of elementary school. Although he is learning some musical instruments outside of class, the pressure of schoolwork is certainly not the same as that of his brother. Tang Ze checked his homework on the table before studying, and found that After finishing everything, I helped him put it back in his schoolbag neatly before taking out his own paper.

The room quickly fell silent, and the lights were still not dim at all. The two brothers slept one by one and studied while the other had no communication, but they both felt at ease.

Sometimes just having someone by your side makes all the difference.

Tang Ze, who was working hard on the questions, didn't know how restless and restless his old rival was at school.

Li Ziqing cleared one paper, stretched his waist, glanced at Qin Beichuan in the back seat from the corner of his eye, curled his lips in a strange way.

Tonight, this student has been not quite right, his complexion looks very bad, the pen in his hand has an afterimage, but it falls once in a while, colliding with the table and making a sound that is definitely not small in the silent classroom .

She has seen some classmates looking in this direction dissatisfiedly several times, and she wanted to go back and remind him, but she was scared back by that black face several times.

Sigh... Classmate Qin is good in everything, but he always seems a little too serious, and sometimes he feels that he is not like their peers at all.

But at this moment, Qin Beichuan was not in the mood to take care of his classmates. He stared at the blank exercise book for a while in annoyance, and decisively called the driver at home.

"Well, come on now, I won't be going to the second evening self-study in the future."

The author has something to say:

The painting style seems to have suddenly turned into pure love on campus hahahahaha~