MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 3 to confess

The next day, she woke up early, bought two steamed buns at the breakfast stall at the gate of the community, and took the bus 20 minutes earlier than usual to go to school.

Early bird gets the worm.

Students who get up early will not be caught by the teacher for copying their homework.

No way, no way.

The car drove past the station where I met Han Yu yesterday, and went all the way without stopping.

Tang Xia thought, I'm early today, and the male **** might sit in the next class.

When she entered the school gate, the teachers on duty hadn't arrived yet.

"It's really early enough..." Tang Xiawu muttered to himself, and only after entering the classroom did he realize that she was not the only one who wanted to copy homework.

About seven or eight students from the class came, except for Gu Qing, the representative of the physics class, everyone else crowded their heads together, writing hard.

"Gu Qing, lend me your homework."

Tang Xia and Gu Qing have a good relationship. The latter is carefree, with a boyish personality, informal and generous.

"Here you are," Gu Qingfei brought over the workbook, "Don't copy the last big question, I'm not sure."

Tang Xia made an OK gesture.

She just likes Gu Qing's temper, she won't just stare at her classmates and make small reports all day long just because she is a class representative.

On the contrary, Gu Qing borrowed the most from her to copy physics homework.

When Tang Xia finished copying and took out the vocabulary booklet refreshedly to start consolidating vocabulary, the class finally became bustling.

The morning of the second grade is the noisiest in the whole school.

They are different from the third year of high school, with heavy academic and college entrance examination pressure.

They are also different from the first year of high school, and they are still timid towards the teachers and cadres.

The second year of high school is the most presumptuous, daring to flirt with the junior high school girls, dare to call the senior high school seniors brothers and sisters, and dare to talk glibly in front of the class teacher.

Even dare to smoke and fight at school.

"Hey, did any of you see the confession yesterday?"

Confession?

Tang Xia turned her head curiously.

Pei Xiao is a well-known trumpet in the class, mastering all kinds of gossip in the school. Tang Xia couldn't help laughing when she saw the excited red light on her face.

"What confession?"

Tang Xia was not the only one who was curious. As soon as Pei Xiao said this, the people who were busy copying and handing in their homework stopped and all turned their attention to Pei Xiao.

Pei Xiao cast a mysterious glance at the door.

"The teacher isn't here, tell me!" Xu Yayao, who was sitting in the first row of the first group, urged.

Pei Xiaocleared her throat, "Ahem!" She said in a serious manner, lowering her voice, "It's just that a girl confessed to Han Yu."

Tang Xia was taken aback, male god?

"I rely on it!"

Fu Han's reaction was bigger than that of a girl, and he slammed the homework book on the table with a "slap".

"Who is that girl? You are brave enough!"

There was an instant explosion in the class, shocking, unexpected, admiring, envious, all kinds of things.

Tao Jiaqi grabbed Tang Xia's arm and shook it wildly.

"Ahhh Tang Xia! The male **** is coveted!"

Pei Xiao frowned, "Hey, I haven't finished talking yet," she pretended to be displeased, and then said mysteriously, "I heard it's a girl from the first year of high school, who blocked the door of the third class after school yesterday, on the second floor. Everyone who didn't leave saw it."

Tang Xia took a deep breath and couldn't help but uttered two words—

"Awesome!"

Han Yu is a male god, that's right.

It's true that girls who like Han Yu occupy half the sky in the school.

But there was no girl who dared to confess her love to Han Yu, at least before yesterday.

What was the reason, Tang Xia didn't know very well, but it was said that there was a senior high school senior upstairs who liked Han Yu. That senior sister is an asshole, and she can't be provoked. It's fine for ordinary people to have a crush on her, and it's fine if she doesn't make a fool of herself.

There is also a rumor that Han Yu is more romantic, not serious, and likes to flirt with girls when he has nothing to do. Such a boy would not be willing to fall in love seriously and restrain himself.

Tang Xia didn't know which statement was true. However, there used to be a classic quote by Han Yu on the school forum, which lasted for a long time.

God said—

"There is no way to keep the flies away, but forcing me to eat flies is too disgusting."

The meaning is self-evident.

You can have a crush on me, but don't confess your love, I'll vomit.

He compared the flowery suitors to flies, expressing his helplessness as the pursued.

Tang Xia laughed when she saw this sentence, but she didn't expect that she was actually a fly.

It's just not that annoying.

"Are all freshman in high school so aggressive now?"

A boy sighed, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"He's just chasing Han Yumeng," Fu Han said unceremoniously, "Look at it, the girls in our class have learned a little bit, if you have love, you have to boldly chase after him!"

"Go to hell!" Gu Qing, who was sitting in the front row of Fu Han, turned around and gave him a dunk, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

Tang Xia also laughed, and met Gu Qing's eyes, seeing the shyness in the latter's eyes.

"It's so noisy early in the morning, what are you talking about!"

The English teacher pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and threw a stack of dictation papers heavily on the podium. He was so shocked that the class that was like a vegetable market a second ago was suddenly silent.

Chinese, Mathematics, and English were taken in turns, and it was hard to make it to the last exercise class in the morning. The boys cheered, threw away the practice papers in their hands, and went to the playground with their shoulders crossed.

"Tang Xia, do you want to go?" Yu Man yelled at the door after coming back from the toilet.

"Right now." Tang Xia tidied up her desk, took her meal card, and put her arm around Yu Man with a smile on her face.

The physical exercise class on Wednesday morning is a big grade class. Ten classes attend together. Looking from the teaching building, the playground is dark and full of heads.

This should be the favorite class of girls in all grades.

Tang Xia thought.

After all, this is the only chance to have a class with the male god.

In the physical exercise class, as usual, warm up first, and then line up and jog for two laps according to the order of the class.

After running, disband and move freely.

Boys will scramble to grab the basketball and the court, while the girls will walk leisurely, in groups of three or five, or walk around the playground, or sit in a corner of the gymnasium and whisper.

But more, standing on the edge of the basketball court, watching the boy with his own radiance, take off his heavy winter clothes, soaring youthful, in the exclamation of the young girl in the blooming season, draw a strong and bright arc after another .

The sun was very warm today. Tang Xia, Yu Man, Tao Jiaqi, and Gu Qing were sitting on the side steps of the rostrum, facing the outdoor basketball court.

There was a lot of people there, and the handsome boys who played basketball clapped their hands from time to time to celebrate, which dazzled the eyes of the girls watching.

"Gu Qing! Do you want to hear the breaking news?"

The small speaker Pei Xiao appeared out of nowhere, and squatted in front of the four people.

Gu Qing looked at her suspiciously.

The latter shook his head and said with a narrow smile, "It's about Han Yu."

Gu Qing blushed instantly.

Tang Xia and Yu Man looked at each other, giggling.

They all regard Han Yu as a male god, but Gu Qing is the only one who takes it too seriously.

Tang Xia could see that Gu Qing's fascination and admiration for Han Yu was different from theirs.

That might really be called...like, right?

"Let's hear it." Tang Xiala and Pei Xiao sat down, her eyes sparkling.

Pei Xiao coughed twice again like an old professor, and then said: "Didn't it mean that someone confessed to Han Yu yesterday, I went to ask the class three, that girl is Qu Sisi, the school committee member of class one and one, looks like quite gorgeous."