He's so flirty

46

"Haha, in the final analysis, Jungkook's performance in the cultural class is probably not comparable to ours; the reason why he can be so free in First Middle School is just relying on his home. You haven't seen it, even Director Sun Xing took it. Is there nothing he can do about it?"

"Also... I don't know how the little girl fell in love with him? She looks good?"

"Hey, I heard a student from Class 7 say that it seems that Jungkook is pestering that little girl, right?"

"So it's still like this?"

"..."

Jungkook, who was walking outside, stopped and his back froze slightly.

After two seconds, he raised his eyes, and then pulled the girl again to go out.

Just the next second, there was a wave of resistance from his left hand.

Jungkook was startled and looked down at the girl behind him.

At the same time, Qin Qing also raised her head.

The girl's eyes are clear and clean, with sparkling water—

"Did you also tell Kim Taehyung about this that day?"

Jungkook looked at her deeply for two seconds, then looked away: "No....Let's go."

It's just that he didn't take the first step, and there was another traction from his left hand.

"So because of this, you felt so bad after you came back that day?-He said the same to you?"

"..."

Jungkook sighed, turned around with a smile, his eyes suppressed.

He has to admit that the most innocent girl is often so transparent that he can't fight it.

Lisa had already got the answer from Jungkook's silence.

She slowly let go of her hand.

"I see.... Wait for me, Jungkook."

After speaking, Lisa turned around and ran to the rest area without waiting for the boy to agree.

In the body that had been unable to squeeze any physical strength before, it seemed that a kind of vigorous anger had regenerated.

Those wanton jokes collided between her limbs and a hundred skeletons, and angry emotions rushed into her mind, but only her expression and eyes were getting closer to the cold temperature.

In such a cold mental state, she ran to the rest area in one breath and stopped in front of those people.

When she stopped, the girl couldn't help but panting with her pale face on her knees.

The sports students who had been startled by the sudden appearance of Lisa couldn't help but laugh.

In that laughter, Lisa slowly stood up straight on her knees without expression.

"Do you have good grades in culture?"

The girl's voice carried an indifferent coolness outside the empty playground in the early autumn night.

The sports students who were asked were taken aback.

Their grades are naturally the bottom of each class, and they can't compare with the girls in front of them.

It's just that some of them responded quickly, and soon understood the girl's purpose.

The man originally glanced at the direction where Jungkook was standing with some trepidation, only to think that the other party was just a person, and he was between his companions, he said with a sarcasm: "At least better than that one all day long. Skip class and fight forever to count down to the grade, okay?"

Lisa's eyes circled among the sports students, and finally stopped on the person who spoke.

"What is the last percent of your culture class in the whole year?"

When she was speaking, the girl tilted her head slightly, her movements were a little playful and cute.

However, the indifferent expression and eyes made people feel colder in the back.

The man choked: "...probably the last ten percent." After a while, he gritted his teeth again, "but what about that, isn't Jungkook in the last five percent?"

Lisa nodded with a "deeply agreed" appearance:

"Is it in front of the person who got the perfect score, and laughed so proudly at someone's five points?"

Lisa paused and blinked pretentiously: "Is it the courage your math teacher gave you?"

The man blushed: "What does this have to do with you—"

"Although my grades are average," Lisa interrupted the other party's voice directly, "but it's okay to teach elementary school mathematics—for example, which one hundred minus ten or ten minus five is bigger, oh... so speaking of it, it shouldn't be a problem. Going to elementary school can only be counted as a kindergarten class, right?"

The man couldn't hold it anymore, and he stood up abruptly: "I think you are a girl and don't care about you, don't be too-"

"Don't be too much?"

A lazy voice suddenly sounded.

Several sports students looked over instinctively.

The boy who had been standing outside the field didn't know when he came over. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he lifted his eyes with a smile, staring at the man lazily.

Contrary to the sloppy tone, there was a glimmer of cold blades in the boys' eyes.

The eyes without the slightest temperature and emotion made everyone present couldn't help their expressions.

As if being stared at by some fierce beast, several sports students stood up vigilantly, their eyes flashed with fear.

Jungkook lifted his thin lips indifferently, and this smile was inexplicably more bloodthirsty and fierce.

He lifted his long legs and continued to walk up the steps where several people were sitting.

Those sports students this time are even more like a herd of deer being stared at by fierce beasts.

Jungkook can become a schoolmaster in No. 1 Middle School, and has often had conflicts with some of them in the past. They know this person's skill better than anyone else.

At this moment, Lisa suddenly ran over next to him, and raised her neck in front of Jungkook:

"I remember I said-what would I do if your wound opened again."

The boy with a thin smile suddenly stagnated around his body.

After two seconds, Jungkook looked down at the girl helplessly:

"It doesn't necessarily crack."

When Lisa heard this, Lisa's eyes widened, and she stretched out her hand to grab the boy's left arm, and she walked back without saying a word.

Jungkook's eyes flashed slightly, and in the end it was only a cold glance at the mouth of the crowd.

Then he reluctantly followed the girl and left.

After a while, the two walked outside the playground.

Lisa stopped in front of her.

Then she turned around and looked up at Jungkook calmly.

"I won't interact with that guy in Class 7 anymore."

Lisa grabbed her finger.

"He is not as good as you."

After Lisa finished speaking, she slowly shook her head.

"No, they don't deserve to be compared with you.—You are the best."