Su Qingyan: Little thing, big sister still can't hold you?

In high school, boys and girls were coaxed to say more than two words when they got closer.

Calling each other by name without a surname also seems too intimate and ambiguous.

Usually after class, the fight and inadvertent physical touch will make people blush and heartbeat.

Not to mention.

In front of the public.

Take the initiative to hold hands.

The scene in the corridor at the back door of the classroom of Class 10 fell into the eyes of many students, and they didn't know how violent the earth-shattering waves would be in their hearts.

It is also destined that this amazing feat from the Iceberg School Flower will spread quickly in a short period of time, and in the near future, it will shake off in various circles of the entire Yunan Middle School, large and small.

And at the moment.

However, when the class bell rang, the two parties had already returned to their seats in the back row of the fourth group of classrooms.

There's an eerie silence to the atmosphere.

Lin Ran glanced at the school flower table next to him, and tried to organize the language to speak:

"That ..."

has been organized for a long time, but he didn't hold back a complete sentence.

The plot is so outrageous, it is true that he can't be rectified, and he is still confused -

which one is this?

I didn't have this plot in my last life!

As if sensing Lin Ran's confusion, Su Qingyan's expression was calm as usual, and he said in a light tone:

"Don't get me wrong, I just can't get used to seeing those two girls taking advantage of others casually."

"It's okay to hold hands, don't take it personally."

["Smack! ——"]

Saying this, the mini little man in Colonel Su's heart was already smiling and happily firing a salute to celebrate.

[Wuhu! I took the little hand of my little tablemate!

[Xiao Lin Ran's first hand in this life! ] Achievements to win Oye! Looking

through Lin Ran's diary in the previous life, Su Qingyan clearly remembered that the first time someone held hands with the opposite sex, it was with Shen Lingshan until the last two weeks before graduation.

But in this life, she Su Qingyan successfully cut off her beard!

What Shen Lingshan, the little dirty hands of the green tea scum girl, go aside!

...

I don't know the active inner drama of the school girl at the same table in front of me.

After hearing Su Qingyan's explanation, Lin Ran also showed a look of surprise on his face.

It's much more reasonable to say this, and it's also in line with the character of the iceberg who is the same table as the school flower.

But then Lin Ran hesitated again:

"That ..."

Su Qingyan seemed to have predicted in advance and guessed someone's thoughts, and continued to maintain a cold appearance and spoke:

"Holding hands or holding hands casually, it's just me casually talking."

"You don't have to take it seriously."

At the same time, the inner miniature little man -

[must be taken seriously!] Sister's hand, Kobayashi Ran, you can hold it casually! I want to pull a few times! Sister owes you a life, you're welcome! Su

Qingyan looked at Lin Ran with a faint expression:

"Are there any more questions?"

Someone nodded honestly:

"Yes."

Then he looked at his right hand, which had never been let go of by the school flower table, since he had just entered the classroom:

"This hand... Is it possible to leave it untouched now? "

..."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Senior Colonel Su's expression was as cold as usual, and she naturally let go of her hand as if nothing had happened.

In fact, the mini little man in his heart is regretting and regretting:

[Oh, I was discovered, and I want to hold it for a while.] [

The hands of the little table are warm and warm, and I want to hold them! ] The

right hand was free, and Lin Ran was also relieved.

It's not that he wants to be Megumi Yanagishita.

The main thing is the fear of death.

Just now, Liu Chun, the old class, put aside the corridor to inspect outside.

He was worried that he would be seen and that he would be angry with the other party.

...

Classes are in place.

The last session this morning is a history lesson.

The history teacher was a skinny old man, and he was weak when he started his lessons.

Holding the handouts and chattering on the podium, he was immersed in his own world, and he didn't care how much the students below listened.

Most of the classmates also slept or secretly made small moves.

Some lowered their heads and hid their mobile phones under their desks to read novels, and some took advantage of the teacher's unpreparedness to quickly eat snacks and pad their stomachs.

This side of the last row of seats.

Lin Ran thought about it and felt that no matter what the reason, after all, the school girl at the same table had helped him once.

As a courtesy, you have to show your gratitude.

So he wrote another note and handed it over.

"Thank you."

The school girl glanced at the note at the same table, and continued to watch the history teacher on the podium lecture with a cold face, and at the same time used a pen to smack a few strokes on the note, and pushed the note back:

"How to thank you."

Lin Ran: "? "

He's just polite, why is this school girl really not polite?

How to thank ... Dude gave you his life in his last life, why don't you want to think about how you should thank you!

There is also a mini Q version of the villain in his heart, angry and indignant.

But thinking about it again, Lin Ran was angry again:

Forget it, it's all a matter of the previous life.

Besides, people are not born again.

Write a few more strokes on the slip of paper and push it through.

"How do you want to thank you?"

Seeing the content of the note this time, the corner of the school girl's mouth seemed to evoke a faint smile, and she quickly wrote another line of words on the note and pushed it back.

The handwriting is beautiful and atmospheric.

And the content of the text made someone almost choke to death from his own saliva the moment he saw it -

"Call Sister to listen."

Lin Ran: "??? "

When I put a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, it's that I think you have a problem.

I couldn't help but look up at the school flower table, who was still looking at the history teacher on the podium with a focused expression at the moment, looking like he was listening carefully without distractions.

It's hard to believe that such a cold face can say such outrageous things on a note...

Iceberg school flowers are at the same table.

And this particular fetish?

Lin Ran was confused, and it could only be attributed to the fact that he knew too little about others in his previous life.

But "sister" must not be called.

Otherwise, where will the face of a mature man in his thirties with a psychological age be placed.

Keep writing the note and hand it back—

"No, get another one."

The school girl glanced at the note at the same table again, and quickly wrote it back:

"Then invite me to dinner at noon."

Lin Ran looked at the note: "..."

How does it feel as if it has been calculated?

At the same time, the corners of Su Qingyan's mouth, who was sitting on the side, curled again:

[Little thing.

[Sister can't handle you? ]