MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 1 male god

Tang Xia moved down the English vocabulary handbook for the college entrance examination in her hand, revealing a pair of round eyes.

The male **** was wearing the same school uniform as her, and was also holding the green vocabulary booklet that every middle school student hated. His slender body swayed rhythmically with the driving of the bus.

Tang Xia bit her lower lip hard.

Absolutely read it right, it really is Han Yu from Class 3, the male god!

Tang Xia lowered her eyes, not daring to stare for a long time, but still couldn't help but look at it secretly.

It was already winter, and it was very cold at 6:30 in the morning. Han Yu probably waited at the station for a while, his nose was red, and compared with his fair skin, it was a bit cute.

Tang Xia peeked quietly, and felt that the male god's appearance of reciting the book seriously now was as handsome as when he was playing basketball before.

Sure enough, good-looking is attractive in everything, even the posture of endorsing the book is not comparable to ordinary people like them, it is absolutely fatally attractive.

Tang Xia hid behind the vocabulary manual, held back her joy, waited until she was standing, and carefully followed Han Yu out of the car.

The male **** is 1.8 meters tall, the captain of the school's basketball team, and won an MVP in the last city-level competition, and the school's forums exploded.

Tang Xia remembers a post with an astonishing amount of replies, and the title reads like this—

"Xin Gaoyi girl has completely fallen, did you make Han Nanshen?"

Tang Xia also left a message—

"The sophomore senior sister said that the number of rivals in love has increased, and the brain hurts."

When the green light at the intersection changed, Tang Xia held the book and pretended to recite with her head down, glancing ahead from time to time from the corner of her eye.

The male **** had already put away the glossary manual at some point, with both hands in his trouser pockets casually, staring at the traffic lights boredly.

It's obviously a dark gray school uniform so ugly that weeping, why does Han Yu look so good in it, but she is so ugly?

Tang Xia thought silently, does the male **** know how popular he is?

She followed Han Yu all the way until she entered the school gate and greeted the teacher on duty, only to find that Han Yu had already gone up the stairs when she looked up.

Oh, the male god's rebellious period is different from her pseudo-student domineering pseudo-good girl who sees her teacher like a rat.

Tang Xia sighed.

There are ten classes in the second year of high school, five classes are on the second floor, and five classes are on the ground floor. Han Yu was in class three, and she was in class ten, the place closest to the canteen.

After entering high school for a year and a half, worshiping male gods for a year, the first encounter ended like this.

Tang Xia felt a little pity, and entered the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

What's even more pity is that she only now knows that the male god's community is next door to hers! You can still ride the same bus!

Never met before!

While Tang Xia blamed herself, an unbearable excitement rose from the bottom of her heart.

Will the male **** always take that bus from now on?

Is her spring coming?

Tang Xia was a little dizzy, and sat down on her seat with a smile on her face. The English teacher on the podium cast a strange look.

Then next time, she must seize the opportunity, or at least get to know each other a little bit!

"Hurry up and hand in your homework, put away the vocabulary manual, and I'm going to hand out dictation papers." The English teacher is a strict middle-aged woman, who writes dictation on time every morning, and supervises the dictation at noon.

Coincidentally, the English teacher leads two classes, except for class ten, the other is class three where the male **** is.

Tang Xia was startled, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to take another look, but now it's all right, he can already foresee himself in today's Zhongmo Brigade.

The first half of the second year of high school is coming to an end, and the teachers in each class are trying their best to increase the homework for the students. On the one hand, it is for the final exam, and on the other hand, it can be regarded as preparation for the division of subjects in the next semester.

The first Chinese science sub-subject starts from the second half of the second semester of the second year of high school, that is to say, in another month, the classmates will be separated.

After a dull morning, Tang Xia and his tablemate Tao Jiaqi finished their lunch, and just after talking for a while, the English teacher came in on high heels.

"The class representative handed out the dictation paper. As an old rule, there is no need to repeat the dictation if you get a score of 95 or more."

Tang Xia subconsciously squeezed Tao Jiaqi's hand under the table.

"Jiaqi, I think I'm going to be done for today."

"Are you worried about dictation?" Tao Jiaqi grimaced, "You got it, dictating 100 points every day, from freshman to sophomore, how many times have you been silent? You can count it with one hand, right?"

As soon as the words were finished, the sharp eyes of the English teacher swept over.

"Tang Xia, what's the matter with you today? You only got 85 points in silent writing, and you didn't memorize it last night?" The teacher criticized by name, and the whole class was shocked.

Tang Xia is not considered a top student, but a typical good student who doesn't play games, doesn't carry a mobile phone, doesn't sleep in get out of class, and doesn't make noise after class.

She is good at liberal arts, especially in English, and the teacher has always liked her.

Tang Xia lowered her head in shame.

After the class representative handed out the dictation paper, Tang Xia drooped her head, followed a group of laughing boys with a pen and paper, and went to the teacher's office for an embarrassing silence.

"Tang Xia," Fu Han, who has a good relationship with her, teased, "You don't memorize English, do you?"

Almost most of the boys in the class never memorize English. They prefer to copy the wrong questions several times, and then memorize the answers on the dictation paper.

"I recited it," Tang Xia said dejectedly, "It's just that I didn't review it again in the morning, so I forgot it all."

She stared at the male god, how could she have time to read words.

Fu Han laughed, and patted her on the shoulder in a happy mood, "It's okay, you are welcome to join the silent writing army! Finally, there are female soldiers!"

Tang Xia glared at him viciously.

Pushing open the door and entering the teacher's office, an air-conditioning heating mixed with a strong smell of carbon dioxide hits the face.

Tang Xia squeezed through the crowd and handed over the dictation paper tremblingly.

"Teacher, let me repeat the silence."

The English teacher was correcting yesterday's weekly exam paper. Hearing this, he glanced at Tang Xia's dictation paper and said, "Copy 5 times by mistake, and write dictation again."

Tang Xia choked, turned around and slipped out in embarrassment.

She remembered the last time she was silent, she only had to copy it 3 times.

Prices soared, and even the fines for copying began to double.

Fu Han and the others are familiar with the way, and they have already copied it in the office. Lie on the wall, lean against the cabinet, and borrow each other's shoulders for support.

Tang Xia looked around and was full of boys, so she felt embarrassed, so she simply opened the door and went out, wanting to borrow the window sill of the office.

I didn't expect that the window sills were also overcrowded...

Tang Xia pursed her lips, and put the dictation paper on the edge of the balcony in the corridor.

The northwest wind blew loudly, cutting people's faces like knives.

Before Tang Xia could write a few words, her hands were already frozen, and her fingertips felt as if they were being pricked by needles. She put down the pen, squeezed her fist, and put it to her mouth to breathe.

Suddenly, someone gasped in a low voice, and small voices of discussion gradually arose.

Tang Xia felt the shadow approaching beside her, she turned her head subconsciously, her eyes glanced, she was dumbfounded.

This boy with the most beautiful side profile in the world, casually put the dictation paper on the balcony, and the nib of the black fountain pen filled the wild and unruly handwriting, which was shocking.

He lowered his head slightly, and his soft black hair was blown by the wind with a rebellious taste.

Tang Xia was stunned.

He pursed his lips, and there was a slight dimple on the side of his lips, which seemed to be curled up, cool and peaceful.

Tang Xia's eyes shifted.

His fingers are slender and fair, with well-defined knuckles and clean nails, completely different from other boys who love to play basketball.

She is both face control and hand control. The male god's hands are so beautiful, Tang Xia really can't bear it.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and when she regained her senses, she swallowed and turned her head away.

That bright red 45 points...