Phi-Fic Chapter 131 What is his identity?
Chapter 131 What is his identity?
For the next month, Xiao Yunqing entered that state again.
The textbooks were stacked on the table, physics on the left and math on the right. There were three black pens and one red pen in the pen holder, and stacks of draft paper were used up one after another.
While others were chatting during break time, she was doing her homework.
While others were sleeping at their desks during lunch break, she was still doing her homework.
When Song Huan came back from playing ball, she was covered in sweat. She put her water glass on the table without even looking up.
Song Huan sat down and wiped her sweat with a towel. "Aren't you going to rest for a while? I've been watching you study for ages."
"Not tired."
The pen tip scratched across the paper.
My inner thoughts drifted over, one after another, as if I were cheering myself on.
[Xiao Yunqing, you need to study hard, otherwise people will say you're not good enough for them!]
[Xiao Yunqing, you must work hard, work hard, work hard!]
Song Huan couldn't help but chuckle as she listened.
He smirked, stuffed the towel into the drawer, and took out his textbook.
From then on, whenever someone came to Song Huan with a question during breaks, he would first glance to the side.
Xiao Yunqing was writing with her head down, her pen moving very quickly, her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed.
At the same time, a thought drifted over.
[Another girl has come to see him, what should he do?]
[Should I step in and stop them? But what if they say I'm petty again?]
[No, no, this can't be done...]
Song Huan turned back and smiled at the girl.
"Wait a minute, I still have someone else to teach."
Xiao Yunqing stopped writing.
She didn't look up, but the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.
My inner thoughts drifted over, softly, with a hint of smugness.
He said he had someone who wanted to teach him. That person was me.
He doesn't teach others.
[Teach me only.]
The pen tip touched the paper, and I continued writing, a little faster than before.
……
After dinner, Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing took a walk on the playground.
Song Huan doesn't usually take walks on the playground, but since Xiao Yunqing likes it, she can only follow along.
The evening breeze blew in from the playground, feeling cool and refreshing.
The two walked slowly along the track, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun, overlapping each other one after the other.
Xiao Yunqing's short hair was blown by the wind, brushing past her ears.
She reached out and plucked the zither, then blew on it again, and plucked it once more.
On the playground, some people were running, some were playing football, and some were sitting in twos and threes.
She felt those gazes drifting in from all directions and landing on her.
She lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes.
"Song Huan, am I not good-looking? Why does everyone keep looking at me?"
Song Huan turned her head and glanced at her.
Short hair, ear-length, with bangs reaching the eyebrows.
Her face was bathed in the setting sun, appearing white, with the tips of her ears slightly red.
She has the natural beauty; she looks good with a ponytail, she looks good with short hair, she looks good no matter what.
"It looks good," he said.
Xiao Yunqing pouted, "But I just don't think I'm pretty."
Song Huan was already used to it.
You can't go along with this girl's way of thinking, and you can't go against her either.
He thought for a moment, then added another sentence.
"But I just think you're beautiful."
Her lips curled up slightly, then fell back down.
His voice was still muffled, as if he was struggling with himself.
"I don't care, I'm not good-looking."
Song Huan took a step forward, bringing her mouth close to her ear, "Are you trying to seduce me into praising you?"
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.
She glared at him and took a step back.
"You're a pervert!"
After saying that, she turned and ran, her short hair whipping around, revealing her bright red ears.
After running a few steps, I slowed down, covered my ears with my hands, and the skin peeking out from between my fingers was still red.
Song Huan smiled and followed.
My inner voice drifted over from the front, both anxious and embarrassed, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
[What did he just say?]
[seduce?]
How could he say such a thing?
But he said I'm pretty.
He said I'm pretty.
[He said he liked it, hahaha...]
Song Huan walked to her side and they walked slowly side by side.
Her face was still flushed, but she slowed down, her fingers taking off her ears and clutching the edge of her school uniform.
"People say that taking a walk is the second most romantic thing in the world," he said casually.
Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment, then looked up. "What's first place?"
Song Huan looked into her eyes.
"It's you."
The wind blew from the playground, blowing her short hair onto her face.
She didn't dial, she just looked at him.
Her face turned even redder, as red as the sunset.
She reached out and slapped him lightly on the arm, the slap not hard, but it made a loud noise.
"With your smooth talk, you'll probably be able to charm countless girls in the future."
As she spoke, her voice softened, and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly.
The shyness from before was gone, replaced by something else.
She lowered her head, stared at the ground, and slowed her pace.
Song Huan looked completely bewildered.
What was wrong with what he just said?
"Was it my fault for being so sweet-talking?" He walked up to her and bent down to look at her.
Xiao Yunqing turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
But the corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but curl it up.
She snorted, the sound coming from her nose, with a hint of petulance.
"I'm going to my grandma's house for the annual feast this weekend. Will you come with me?"
Song Huan thought for a moment, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go and eat at your maternal grandmother's annual family gathering?"
Xiao Yunqing looked up, her eyes wide, "Why?"
Song Huan shrugged, "I have no status."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
He started talking nonsense, counting on his fingers, "In what capacity did I go to your grandmother's house for dinner? Was I your cousin? Your classmate? Or...?"
He paused and looked at her.
"Your boyfriend?"
Xiao Yunqing's face turned red again.
She reached out and slapped him, her hand landing on his shoulder once, twice, three times.
Song Huan laughed and dodged, taking two steps back.
She caught up and hit him again.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"How did I talk nonsense?"
"You're talking nonsense!"
The two were chasing each other on the playground.
Someone on the track looked back, and the person playing football stopped and watched while holding the ball.
Perhaps, in a place like No. 1 High School where early dating is prohibited, such scenes are rare.
Xiao Yunqing couldn't catch up and stood in the middle of the track, panting, her face flushed.
A few strands of her short hair were messy and stuck to the side of her face, shining brightly in the setting sun.
Song Huan stood five meters in front of her, hands in his pockets, smiling as he looked at her.
"Are we going or not?" she asked, her voice softer than before.
"Go," he said. "Go no matter what your status is."
"I'm going even without an identity card!" Song Huan added.
Xiao Yunqing glared at him, then turned and walked out of the playground.
He walked quickly, but the corners of his mouth were turned up, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did.
Song Huan followed behind, slowly.
The setting sun cast the shadows of the two people on the ground, one in front and one behind, very close together.
After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped without looking back.
"Then let's go as classmates."
The sound was very faint, and half of it was blown away by the wind.
Song Huan smiled and said, "Okay."
She continued walking, her steps much lighter than before.
Her short hair was blown by the wind, revealing the back of her neck, which was white and illuminated by the setting sun.
Song Huan followed behind, hands in his pockets. This girl has been stubborn for over a decade; it's time she changed.
If you don't say anything soon, I'm leaving...