[Quick wear] The sticky essence of the blackened male supporting role

How did Song Fengxiao come to their class?

Luo Ning was a little puzzled, and then heard Lao Luo, the class teacher, happily say that a new student was added to the class, and Song Fengxiao was transferred to their fourth class.

Like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, the atmosphere suddenly exploded. The students in the class looked at each other and exclaimed. The boys are better, but the girls’ eyes are shining brightly. Song Fengxiao is the male god in their hearts. Who is so young? When I was young, I didn't like a boy in a clean white shirt.

As soon as Song Fengxiao transferred to the class, they could watch the handsome guy up close, which was so pleasing to the eye.

Luo Ning was also very surprised, blushing happily. He also said that after trying to improve his score in the monthly exam, he could transfer to Song Fengxiao's class. Who would have thought that Song Fengxiao would be transferred here first, and Song Fengxiao would stay in the key class first.

In fact, his class is also a key class. During the high school entrance examination, his luck broke out and he entered No. [-] Middle School. Dad Luo donated a building to exchange for a spot in a key class.

Song Fengxiao, who is tall and leggy, swept his eyes and saw Luo Ning in the last row. He frowned slightly, as if he regretted choosing this class randomly. The enthusiastic eyes of the little boy were like those who smelled honey. Like bees, I'm afraid they can't wait to get together, so it's hard to pass.

Song Fengxiao had been thinking about changing shifts for a while, and he didn't feel wronged much in the original class, but there were still conflicts.

The teacher in charge had looked through his bookcase privately several times, saying it was to see if he had received any love letters, which would affect his study. Song Fengxiao didn't like others prying into his privacy, but he didn't care about it at first.

Later, a special study group was set up in the class, and the class teacher asked him to help the group with homework, but he refused. Recently, some people complained that he was indifferent and selfish, disregarding the friendship of classmates, and there was an inexplicable creature (Qiao Yuming) who always It was to provoke him, but it was useless for him to respond. Since the stay was unpleasant and affected his life, he simply changed the class.

Lao Luo raised his hand and suppressed the whispers in the classroom. The corners of his own mouth were grinning almost to the roots of his ears, and the Mediterranean Sea on his head was shining brightly. To be able to accept such an excellent student, he would wake up with a smile when he slept, a discerning person We all know that with Song Fengxiao's current grades, he can definitely be admitted to a prestigious school. He has found a pie.

After Lao Luo said a few words, he asked Song Fengxiao to choose a seat. Everyone in the classroom became excited, who didn't want to sit next to Xueba, and Luo Ning also waved his little hand.

It's a pity that they all had the same table, Song Fengxiao crossed the aisle and sat down alone at the last table by the window.

Luo Ning failed to become Song Fengxiao's tablemate, but was still happy.

Because Song Fengxiao is sitting behind him, he can see Song Fengxiao when he turns his head o(^o^)o;

"Brother Song, I didn't expect to be a classmate with you, happy!"

Luo Ning smiled sweetly, revealing her small canine teeth faintly, and didn't ask Song Fengxiao why he changed classes, it was because of some unpleasant reasons anyway.

"Don't worry, the teachers and classmates in our class are all very good, and we will adapt quickly."

Song Fengxiao knew this would happen, and the bee rushed over impatiently. He stretched out his pen and poked Luo Ning's finger on his table.

Luo Ning's focus was distorted, "Brother Song, your hands are so beautiful, well-proportioned and slender, with distinct joints."

"Why is it so unfair? It doesn't matter that you are good-looking, and your hands are so perfect. You really are a male god. People like us are hard to come by, and there is no way to envy them."

The tips of Song Fengxiao's ears moved slightly, the mouth of the little bee was quite sweet, and the sunlight outside the window seemed to be brighter, Song Fengxiao's expression eased, and he pushed Luo Ning's hand on his table, and said lightly: "Turn your head away, Listen to the class."

Thinking of something, he emphasized again: "You are not allowed to look over during the lecture."

Luo Ning was about to say that class hadn't started yet, but the class bell rang just in time, so he had no choice but to give up the conversation.

He sat upright, writing notes in a swish, leaving a quiet back. Song Fengxiao's eyes moved slightly. He was supposed to be looking at the blackboard, but he couldn't help but turn his eyes around in front of him. Luo Ning slept on the table when he was dozing off. The hair is a bit fluffy and messy, and in front of Song Fengxiao's eyes, there are a few disobedient hairs sticking up, looking soft and making people want to touch them.

Song Fengxiao lightly tapped his fingers on the table to suppress the itch in his heart. He wanted to divert his attention, but he saw Luo Ning's neck again. The skin was as white as milk, and under the light, it was smooth and smooth.

Luo Ning noticed that someone was staring at him from behind, so he turned his head slightly, wanting to ask what's wrong?

Song Fengxiao poked him on the back with a pen, signaling him to listen carefully.

Luo Ning felt like a teacher was sitting behind him, supervising his study all the time, so that he didn't dare to be distracted.

I don't know if it's because of Song Fengxiao's cold and serious temperament. Although Song Fengxiao is very popular, those chattering classmates didn't squeeze over to talk.

Luo Ning no longer had any scruples about this. After the last class, she followed Song Fengxiao like a little tail, "Brother Song, let's go to the cafeteria together. There are short ribs in the cafeteria on Wednesday."

Song Fengxiao was not happy, "Go by yourself."

Luo Ning said: "I'm lonely by myself, you see that everyone else is together, can you accompany me?"

His voice was soft and soft, Song Fengxiao pursed his lips tightly, wanting him to speak normally instead of this tone.

Luo Ning looked a little embarrassed, "The key is that I forgot to bring my meal card, and I can't eat short ribs. It makes me uncomfortable to think about it. Brother Song, you are such a nice person, you must not bear to see me starve, right?"

Song Fengxiao didn't believe it, but Luo Ning was pitiful, and when she walked to the cafeteria, she still borrowed her meal card, ordered the same meal as Song Fengxiao, smiled on her depressed face, and gnawed on the ribs like a greedy cat.

The short ribs tasted good, Luo Ning licked his lips, saw that Song Fengxiao was thin, and there might not be enough food on the plate, so he said, "Brother Song, I didn't touch the ribs here, so I can share them with you."

Song Fengxiao's eyes were full of meaning. They were obviously not familiar enough to eat the same ribs. This kind of careful thought of secretly poking closer relationship, if it is used in study, it will not be the bottom few in the class.

Even if Luo Ning didn't say it clearly, Song Fengxiao overheard it. This person admired him very much and wanted to pursue him.

Song Fengxiao had many suitors, but none of them, like this little bee, saw him with burning eyes and praised him so sincerely.

Song Fengxiao actually didn't dislike Luo Ning, but his most important thing was his studies and career, and it was impossible to fall in love. Seeing that Luo Ning admired him so much, he considered how to remind her to focus on her studies superior.

"The monthly exam is next week. Once the monthly exam is over, the end of the period is approaching. Based on your current grades, you still need to have a sense of urgency."

"You have a weak foundation, you have to spend more time than others, and you can't relax at all. Some irrelevant things are not worth your distraction."

It was the first time for Luo Ning to hear Song Fengxiao say so much. He felt like he was facing the class teacher. Although he didn't understand why Song Fengxiao always urged him solemnly, he thought it made sense and just nodded.

"Brother Song, don't be serious when eating. Even if you are handsome, you often speak in such a serious tone, so old-fashioned."

Song Fengxiao choked. He had heard too many compliments from Luo Ning, and it was the first time he was complained about being old-fashioned. He was a little annoyed, and he didn't know if the bee listened to it or not.

There was a lunch break at noon, Luo Ning didn't live on campus, and Song Fengxiao didn't go back to the dormitory to rest, so they went to the classroom.

Luo Ning was sleepy and wanted to take a nap. His seat was on the inside, while his deskmate was on the outside. Now his deskmate had fallen asleep on the table. It was inconvenient for him to get in the narrow space.

The tablemate was sleeping so soundly, Luo Ning didn't intend to wake him up, he lowered his voice, "Brother Song, can I sit next to you?"

Song Fengxiao shook his head and asked Luo Ning to turn inside.

Luo Ning whispered: "My tablemate is so tired, it's not good to wake him up. Your seat is so wide, so I'll take a small seat, and I promise not to disturb you."

Song Fengxiao couldn't let Luo Ning stand beside him like this, so he had to agree.

Soon he regretted it, because Luo Ning, who fell asleep quickly, with his arms lying on the table, exceeded the normal distance at the beginning, and was approaching him, and the distance was getting smaller and smaller.

Song Fengxiao frowned. Sure enough, this little bee was going to make an inch of it. He looked at Luo Ning's tightly closed eyes, and then dispelled the suspicion of whether he was pretending to be asleep. He was about to push the person away, but when he stretched out his hand, he noticed Luo Ning. A messy hair.

Song Fengxiao's fingers moved, but he still couldn't help pressing down the hair. He put his palm on Luo Ning's arm and tried to push him to the other side with his palm, but Luo Ning was not awakened and was still in a daze. In a daze, she took his hand, put it under her soft face, and rubbed it like a pillow.

When the warm temperature came, Song Fengxiao's hands stiffened, and he looked at Luo Ning's face again, wondering if he was pretending to be asleep to take advantage of him.

Luo Ning breathed evenly, and he didn't know what happened, he just subconsciously felt that today's table was soft to sleep on.

When he woke up slowly, he met Song Fengxiao's stern face. Song Fengxiao still had vigilance in his eyes, and he crowded into the corner, as if he couldn't avoid him.

Luo Ning quickly looked at the desktop, but fortunately, he didn't drool, so why did he provoke Song Fengxiao?

Why does Song Fengxiao have this expression?

Is it because he rubbed against the table?Probably not.

In the afternoon, when Luo Ning talked to Song Fengxiao again, Song Fengxiao cherished words like gold.

Luo Ning scratched her hair, feeling a little distressed, not understanding why Song Fengxiao was dissatisfied, he thought maybe it would be back to normal by tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Luo Ning turned around to say hello to Song Fengxiao, and gave him his favorite milk and two candies, "Brother Song, you tend to lose energy after reading in the morning, eat some snacks and relax."

"You invited me to dinner yesterday, and I invite you today, don't refuse."

Song Fengxiao pressed the center of his eyebrows, "You take it back, I don't eat snacks."