"Don't... not yet..."
Song Nanqiao pushed the girl on her body, this kind of thing must be tempered, she couldn't help but do it again.
And now the driver is almost there, and time does not allow them to continue to the next step.
"En? Are you not willing?" Wen Wenyao curled up his lips and put his hand on Song Nanqiao's collar. When the other party was not paying attention, she had already untied her first button.
"The driver is coming soon, stop making trouble."
Song Nanqiao did not compromise this time, and put the girl on the sofa with all his strength, and then raised his hand to button up the button just now.
"Okay..."
Wen Wenyao shrugged his head and looked a little disappointed, but quickly sorted out his emotions. There are still many opportunities for this kind of thing in the future. Besides, Song Nanqiao is right. She is right now. There is still work to be done.
At this time, Wen Wenyao's cell phone also rang, and it was the driver who called.
It's really going to go now.
Before leaving, Wen Wenyao tidyed Song Nanqiao's neckline.
"Baby, see you at school."
"Yeah."
In the afternoon...
Song Nanqiao just packed up his books and went to school.
The sheets and clothes she brought back last time, she prepared to put them at home, and the results will be announced tomorrow. If nothing else, she should be able to get a grade in class A, which means that Song Nanqiao can apply to study at home. Make the most of more time.
"Happy, school life will leave me soon."
Song Nanqiao smiled when he packed his books, and after experiencing high school life for a few months, he found that he still likes working days.
After arriving at school, Song Nanqiao read a book on the desk for a while.
After a while, the head teacher came over, and when he entered the door, his face was smiling, and he looked quite happy. Standing on the podium and knocking on the table twice, the noisy sounds around him stopped for a while, holding a few forms in his hand, which seemed to be test results.
"The test results came out. This time the first place in our class is Song Nanqiao, 701, and 11 in the whole year. The average class distance has increased last time. Everyone continues to cheer." The head
teacher glanced at Song Nanqiao. This result was unexpected. But it also surprised him. Because of Song Nanqiao, the head teachers of other classes have changed their views on Class F. It is also because of Song Nanqiao that the average class score has risen a little.
It can be said that Song Nanqiao gave him a long face.
"Take this table down and post it on the back. If you are interested, go and take a look." The head teacher gave the table to the class leader. It was not that he didn't read the results of other people, but that the entire class f except Song Nanqiao could not be used to read it. Yes, and I don't want to lose the face of these people.
After class, when Song Nanqiao was about to go to the bathroom, he found a lot of people watching at the end of the corridor. Out of curiosity, Song Nanqiao also took a look.
The Honor Roll...The top ten posted on it, Song Nanqiao accidentally missed it, only one place behind.
"The first place is Wen Wenyao."
"The chairman is too good, good looks and good grades."
"Hey, people are already famous ." A bunch of students gathered in front of Wen Wenyao's photos and talked about it. It seems that Wen Wenyao's popularity has not diminished because of her dating.
Song Nanqiao went up and took a look.
Long black hair with delicate slapped face, bright and energetic eyes, coupled with a fresh and elegant temperament and a natural sense of indifference and alienation, and the photos of the few people next to him are completely different from the style of painting.
"The goddess is the goddess, and the bare face ID photos are more beautiful than mine."
A girl sighed, then sighed, and took her little sister away.
The system is also staring at Wen Wenyao.
"You are really blessed." The system said dullly, Wen Wenyao is so good-looking, if it can be an individual, he will definitely pursue Wen Wenyao, but it's a pity that I can only think about it.
"It's really good-looking."
Song Nanqiao squinted his eyes, Wen Wenyao's facial features couldn't pick out any problems, no matter his face or figure, everything was born very well. It was the same night as Wen Wenyao in the spring breeze, despite the light. It was dark, but only by the touch of his hand, Song Nanqiao could clearly trace the body of the opponent in his mind.
Having sex with each other is simply making money on your own.
It happened that at this moment, Song Nanqiao's cell phone rang, she pulled away, found a quiet place, and picked up the phone.
It was Wen Wenyao calling.
"Baby." There was still a nice voice on the other end of the phone.
"Well, what's the matter?"
"I can't accompany you to dinner in the afternoon. There will be my speech tomorrow, and I will go to rehearse."
Wen Wenyao frowned slightly. She took first place in the whole year in this half-term exam, and was temporarily notified to be in tomorrow. □ To make a speech at the meeting, due to time constraints, I can only sacrifice my afternoon time.
"Very good, come on." Song Nanqiao didn't think there was anything.
"I will..." The girl's voice seemed a little shy, but when Song Nanqiao was about to hang up, he heard a familiar and shy kiss.
"Love you, miss me."
"Okay." After Song Nanqiao hung up the phone, he sighed, the first in the class...It's really good, Song Nanqiao even felt that he was a little unworthy of Wen Wenyao.
"We must work harder to make money."
She wants to protect Wen Wenyao, and she can't always be a little bit worse than Wen Wenyao every time.
... When Song Nanqiao went back to the bedroom in the evening, Wen Wenyao sent her a video, and it seemed that the girl had arrived home now.
It seems that I have just finished the shower, and there are still water droplets on the hair.
"Baby, good evening."
Wen Wenyao waved his hand on the other side of the camera and greeted Song Nanqiao eagerly.
When the girl's soft and sweet voice came over, Song Nanqiao remembered that the voice of his mobile phone was not turned off. The surrounding roommates heard the voice and turned their heads and glanced at Song Nanqiao, with complicated eyes on his face.
To this day, they still can’t believe that Song Nanqiao was able to catch Wen Wenyao in such a short time, and even held an unreal attitude towards the love between two people. They always feel that this is a very metaphysical one. matter.
"Sorry."
Song Nanqiao nodded at them embarrassedly, then went to his cabinet and took out a pair of headphones.
After Wen Wenyao heard Song Nanqiao say sorry, he seemed to understand something, so he closed his mouth obediently and stopped talking.
After putting on the headphones, he started talking to Wen Wenyao.
"Is the rehearsal going well?"
"It's going well, come to see me tomorrow."
Wen Wenyao dried his hair with a towel, his soft voice seemed to be coquettish.
"I will." The Chaohui will definitely go.
Some of the two people didn't talk a little more. When the lights were turned off, Wen Wenyao reluctantly hung up the phone. Before hanging up, Wen Wenyao also said goodnight to Song Nanqiao in a sweet voice.
The next day...The Chaohui will end in the second quarter.
Song Nanqiao's class is standing in the second row. Although it is not the closest position, the position of the podium can still be clearly seen.
It was a tedious and boring process. If it weren't for Wen Wenyao to speak later, Song Nanqiao wouldn't listen at all.
After the teacher leader finished speaking, the host took the microphone and said in a loud and clear voice, "I would like to invite Wen Wenyao, the first high school sophomore a classmate of this grade, to make a speech."
Wen Wenyao dressed in school uniforms, tied up his hair, stood on the podium with the red speech, and smiled at his classmates.
There was another round of applause from the audience.
Song Nanqiao was caught in the middle of the crowd, and only felt that the scene seemed familiar.
"Dear teachers, dear classmates, good morning everyone"
Sounds like Zeng, scenes like deja vu, exactly the same people. All of this reminded Song Nanqiao of that embarrassing night. After listening to it, Song Nanqiao's face became thinner, and the more he listened, his face became redder.
When Wen Wenyao was speaking on stage, he accurately found Song Nanqiao's position, and saw the other person blushing and bowing his head, looking a little embarrassed, and couldn't help feeling a bit funny, although she didn't know why.
After Wen Wenyao smoothly finished speaking, he bowed like a classmate, and walked to the next corner with a light and graceful step.
The principal stood up again and took the microphone in Wen Wenyao's hand.
"In this half-term exam, our school's results are better than those at the end of the last semester. We all feel the learning enthusiasm of everyone. Here, I would like to pay special tribute to Song Nanqiao from class f."
The principal said At this time, everyone around was looking at Song Nanqiao, and some people who knew Song Nanqiao's relationship with Wen Wenyao looked at Song Nanqiao and Wen Wenyao.
The principal cast a loving look at Class F.
He knew that education would surely create miracles.
"Although Song Nanqiao is a classmate of class F, he still worked hard in his class and was praised by many teachers. This half-term exam won the 11th place in the whole grade. All students whose grades need to be improved, Be sure to follow Song Nanqiao's classmate."
After that, there was another applause on the playground.
I have to say that in the eyes of others, Song Nanqiao is very inspirational and successful. He became outstanding for love, and finally got good grades, and the goddess also caught up.
Song Nanqiao: em...
Song Nanqiao is a little helpless, in fact, she is relatively low-key and doesn't want to be so sharp.
"Then please ask Song Nanqiao to come to the stage and express my personal thoughts." The principal got off the podium with a smile and stood next to him.
System: I guess you must be very happy.
Song Nanqiao: I...
Wen Wenyao, standing on the stage, has been observing Song Nanqiao's embarrassed little expression.
She remembered that there didn't seem to be this link. It should be the headmaster who temporarily got up and called Song Nanqiao to speak.
Wen Wenyao, who was originally dignified and generous, couldn't help covering his mouth, his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be smiling happily.
"Puff."