crush again

Huo Yang's original idea was very good, and the common people's life will experience bitterness and sweetness.Take him to the amusement park first, conquer his blood pressure with the merry-go-round pirate ship and bumper cars; then take him to eat delicious food, conquer his stomach with fried clams with chicken hearts and gluten; finally play some entertaining and educational games with him at home games, conquer his heart completely with hide and seek sticking plasters and eagles and chickens.

Huo Yang was complacent while thinking about it, the two big characters "lack of love" were clearly written on that kid's forehead, after these few days, he might not stick to his buttocks and call him daddy.

An hour later, standing in the library, he felt that he had indeed imagined well.

The international school that Ye Lang attended was a Chinese branch of a traditional aristocratic British school. It had a long history and produced a large number of talents. It only started to recruit female students in recent years, and the tuition fees were extremely expensive.The whole school is divided into three departments from elementary school to high school, each of which has elegant buildings and complete facilities, and is either located in a wealthy suburban area with beautiful scenery, or stands in the center of a bustling business district.

A small elementary school library has actually built a six-story building, which has cafes, dessert houses, restaurants, and electronic reading rooms, etc. Newcomers don't even know where the road is. Everywhere is the breath of capitalism picked up from a doll.The elevators here are either superfluous or unsound, and the atriums between several floors are connected extremely artistically. Huo Yang followed Ye Lang around and around until they came to a borrowing room with a towering dome.

Ye Lang took out his library card at the front desk, and swiped his credit card skillfully at a speed that Huo Yang had no time to stop.Then the young boss took out his laptop from his schoolbag, spread it out on the table, and took out all English textbooks and handouts, spread it out on the table, and began to study seriously.

An hour ago, Young Master Ye had no self-consciousness of being a bourgeoisie at all. He only had to study in his heart, insisting on finishing his homework and handing it over to the teacher before he could go on vacation without feeling guilty.

This blinded Huo Yang's three-inch tongue for nothing.The children he had brought were not 38 but [-]. Originally, no matter what excuses Ye Lang made, he could calmly turn him to the amusement park, and still ensure that he was calm, relaxed and happy.But he prefers to study only in his heart, he loves to study and loves him, and he is addicted to study and cannot extricate himself.

There is such a date in the goddamn world!

Huo Yang was sitting on the sofa behind him, beating a book out of boredom.

Xiao Yelang first did previews in the textbook, then sorted out the small notes into the notebook bit by bit, and finally wrote the short comments and English diary that needed to be handed in.With his legs hooked together, his heels resting on the ground, he half-squatted on the desk, holding a pen to concentrate on writing stroke by stroke.Seen from behind, his bony and tender back is straight, thin and upright, almost inviolable.

Huo Yang flipped the pages of the book, and he was upset when he heard it. His impetuousness and depression were about to overwhelm his reason.He endured alone for a while, then stood up slowly, leaned against Ye Lang's desk, and lightly bumped his shoulder, "Hey, are you thirsty?"

Ye Lang skillfully typed a paragraph of English on the computer, staring at the screen intently, "I'm not thirsty. Thank you."

Huo Yang let out an "oh", wobbled around with his trouser pockets in his pockets, and came back after a short while, "Are you hungry? There are cake sellers down here."

"Not hungry, thank you."

This ADHD patient who failed to seduce his younger brother had nothing to do, but he didn't dare to go too far. He could only put on the headphones, nestled on the sofa and shook his legs frantically. The frequency seemed to be inhuman.Huo Yang endured it for a while in a very serious manner, and felt that this time he was supernatural, so he carefully took off the mask of restraint.

"Honey, I'll teach you if you don't know how to do it."

"No, thanks..."

"Thank you, don't thank me all the time, be careful." The young man moved to his side, bent down, glanced at Ye Lang's homework, and kindly pointed out a wrong translation of a word to him, "This is wrong. Yes. Eveninggown means night clothes."

Ye Lang looked up at him, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but after all, he was innocent, so he immediately corrected the "wrong" and crossed out its translation with a red pen. what.Huo Yang corrected several "mistakes" for him in this way, and he was quite satisfied in his heart. Before he could move on to the next step, suddenly the hand he put into the hole in the table was pushed out violently.

Ye Lang said angrily: "You stole my pen!"

This is the first time that Young Master Ye has seen such shameless human beings when he grows up. At first, he just found that the pens he put in the pen case had decreased, and he didn't pay attention at that time. He lost the pen at a speed of 12 seconds, so that he had to suspect that the oversized black marker pen he bought had become a master, killing his compatriots one by one—until it itself disappeared.

In a rage, he pulled Huo Yang's hand out, and the expensive pens and pencils splashed on the ground.Xiao Yelang held back for a long time, but couldn't hold back a word of swearing, and could only be like a cat lying on the ice skating rink, popping out the three-inch sharp claws in the pad, but frantically found that he could not hold on to the ice, " you you--"

This guy was exposed on the spot, but he didn't blush at all, and reprimanded him sanctimoniously: "What? Don't talk nonsense. What about a scholar can be called stealing!"

"..." Before Ye Lang could say anything, at this time, an equally immature child's voice came from behind him, and he called out with uncertainty, "Anthony, areyouthere (Anthony, it's you) ?)"

The two turned back at the same time.

Standing behind her was a girl about the same age as Ye Lang, wearing a kilt and a spotless white shirt, with a beautiful and neatly tied red silk bow at the neckline, her golden-brown lacquered curly hair was hanging softly. on the forehead.The girl was holding a few heavy original English books, looking precarious, looking at them curiously with her head tilted.

Chinese is usually not allowed in school, and the girl spoke with a particularly delicate and elegant English accent, "Why are you in the library? Mrs. Hugs said you were sick, I hope you are better."

Ye Lang turned into a handsome young master in a second.He pushed the sliding table away and stood up. Compared with girls, his classic Cockney accent is more calm and calm than children, "Yes, but I want to hand in Mr. Moise's homework first." He continued Passing the book in her hand, he touched her head with his free hand like a little brother, "Girls, don't do heavy work, next time ask Marcus to help you carry things."

The pens rolled far away, and Huo Yang stood there in disbelief.

This little brat actually has two faces? !

"Whatever." The girl smiled naturally, and changed the subject, "Are you still participating in the equestrian competition at the end of this month? Dulwich's equestrian team seems to have a new member, and Harrow is also participating this time. Two equestrian teams from the school will go to Hong Kong, and there may also be a friendly competition.”

"Of course I will. But go to Hong Kong," Ye Lang thought for a while, "does our horse also have to fly? I'm worried that it will get sick."

The girl said in an orderly manner: "The Hong Kong branch said it will solve this problem. It must be by plane, Beijing is so far from Hong Kong!" She tilted her head, looking innocent and cute, "If you win, I will Let Papa lend you his private jet, are you relieved?"

When the word "Papa" was mentioned, Ye Lang's voice faltered involuntarily.He was silent for a while, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Okay, thank you."

The girl didn't seem to notice his momentary gloomy expression, she turned her head with a smile, and greeted Huo Yang exaggeratedly, "Hi! Are you the new driver of Anthony's family?"

Huo Yang is still a good young man who just finished the college entrance examination, and he struggled to adjust his poor accent, "Uh, uh, uh, that—"

Ye Lang said: "He is my cousin." He glanced at Huo Yang again, his gaze seemed to imply a warning, telling him to stop talking nonsense.

"Sopretty, but it doesn't look like you." The girl said, "Can I use the word pretty? Will it be rude?"

"..." Huo Yang was silent for a while, then turned to look at Ye Lang, "Can this kid speak Chinese?"

The girl was bending over, picking up the scattered pens on the ground, raised her chin when she heard this, and looked at him with a smile, with deep and sweet dimples on her cheeks, "Yes."

Huo Yang, "..."

At this time, Ye Lang squatted on the ground, gathered up the pens on the ground, and then grabbed a handful.The two children leaned side by side, looking equally refined, like a pair of exquisite rag dolls.Huo Yang suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar and very glaring. When the girl raised her head, her bright eyes pierced into his heart like a sharp knife.

At this time, the girl stood up and gently tugged at the folds of her skirt, "I'm leaving first, the teacher is still waiting for me." She seemed to like to laugh very much, when she raised the corners of her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she couldn't move Sensually hiding many emotions under the eyelashes.

After she politely said goodbye, she turned and left, the small leather shoes on her feet were beating the crisp rhythm step by step on the marble floor.

Those who don't know think she has ADHD, but those who know, like Huo Yang, can see that it is a ballet foot movement.He had seen that dance before: one, two, three, tiptoes, twirls, leaps—

It was a hot summer when Huo Yang just entered university.

In order for the energetic young people to grasp the essence of socialism, every middle school and university’s freshman season, each school will hold a military training vigorously, trying to turn this group of Internet-addicted teenagers who are full of bourgeois problems into A bunch of soldiers and ruffians.

Except for those rich second-generations who made false notes with all their hands and eyes, the male and female soldiers were all like black charcoal and covered in sweat.Therefore, when the various battalions in the military training base began to broadcast programs, everyone was crazily provoking the opposite party, but their buttocks were all sitting firmly, and no one was willing to stand up and show their talents.

The School of Software Engineering on the opposite side yelled: "If you are asked to sing, you can sing! You are not good at being coy! What do you look like, like a girl!"

The business school here also shouted back: "Let me sing, I will sing! Where will I put my face!"

The tuition fees of the business school are high and the number of students is small. After all, they can't compete with the losers of the software engineering school.Seeing the arrogance on the other side becoming more and more rampant, the business school had no other words to say except shouting "Ugly Reject!" and singing "Ugly".

At this time, someone responded.

"Report to the instructor!" A girl stood upright with a clear voice, as if a scoop of cold water was pouring out in all directions in the scorching summer sun.She exclaimed, "I can dance!"

This sound came out of nowhere, like a savior descending from the sky, there was an uproar in the audience, and everyone around turned their heads around her.The instructor of the business school first gave the other person a slap in the face: "What are you yelling for! You are so hungry, do you want to marry a rich woman like us?" Then he turned around with a smile, "Girl, I like your voice! Come on, shine on those stupid old men!"

The girl crossed the path set aside by the crowd and stood in front of four hundred people in the middle of the two battalions. She took off her hat and gently brushed away the few strands of sweaty curly hair on her forehead.

Her skeleton is slender and tall, her facial features are clear and bright, her temperament is high-spirited, and she doesn't seem to be stage frightened.Just standing there was like an extremely bright searchlight, and the scorching eyes from all directions were like moths fluttering at the lamp, sticking to her body motionless.

She stepped forward lightly, one word at a time, and after taking four straight and simple steps forward, she paused on the spot.

The people in the opposite camp thought she had stage fright, and were about to boo her loudly, but they just opened their mouths, and saw the girl raised her left leg without warning, and lifted it to a place parallel to the ground and at right angles to her right leg. high.

The girl stretched out her soft arms, and her standing posture was very relaxed and stable, without any shaking or trembling.

Then, she hooked her left leg, tapped her toes, and began to spin on the spot.The left leg that was raised at the beginning has never landed, and as the body turns faster and faster, it can freely wrap or kick out, and the arms simulate the wings that are about to fly, as flexible as boneless.

The girl spun around ten times in the blink of an eye.She raised her chin, as if intoxicated and shouting at the sky.Just when everyone thought that she was about to run out of strength, the swan that was ready to go suddenly stopped spinning without warning, stepped on the spot, and jumped up quickly.

All this happened so fast that everyone didn't even see clearly whether it was she who jumped up by herself or lost her center of gravity and fell down. They all involuntarily leaned forward and opened their mouths——

The girl landed steadily, her long legs stretched out, her upper body bent down softly, as if she had landed gracefully on the snow-white sand, and then slowly raised her beautiful head.

After three seconds of silence, the eruption of hundreds of people almost collapsed the camp building not far away.

The girl stood up straight almost arrogantly, and raised her arms straight.

——But the "death of the swan" that caused a sensation in the school has just begun.