Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 335 Three or two ebony plums outside the bamboo ([-])
Apology gift?

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows habitually, staring closely at An Cheng.

An Cheng was a little nervous being stared at by her, and his eyes wandered uncontrollably, "If you're not hungry, you can treat these as snacks for breaks between classes, it's better than wasting them. The teacher said, it's shameful to waste food. "

As an old monster who has lived through time and space in different host bodies for many years, Qiao Wei saw through the awkward state of mind of this young man under the appearance of pretending to be indifferent at a glance.

As a matter of fact, this handsome little guy with a tongue has been pestering her all the way, she has faintly sensed his intentions, and now it's just a further confirmation.

In Qiao Wei's mind, only elementary school students like to play the little trick of "bullying you if you like you".

And now, she is already a junior high school student.

This inexplicable sense of superiority o(╯□╰)o.

"Sorry, I ate breakfast, and I don't have the habit of eating snacks."

Qiao Wei took out the milk, apples and nuts from the table and piled them on the desk behind her.

She doesn't like to owe people favors.

She always believes that there is a karmic retribution in everything, and that what is owed must always be repaid, it's just a matter of time, method, and severity.

Even if you don't want to pay it back, God will force you to take it out.

Just a breakfast.

Now that the debt is light, who knows what to pay in the future?

The apprehension and anticipation that An Cheng tried his best to hide under his indifferent appearance finally failed at this moment.

"If you don't want it, then don't! Hmph, it's like who cares about you, a stinky girl!"

An Cheng stood up abruptly, grabbed the food and walked to the back of the classroom, smashing it into the trash can in the corner from a long distance away.

The nuts hit the iron ash hopper, making a crisp "bang-dang" sound.

The classroom suddenly became very quiet.

The students turned their heads to look at the angry An Cheng, as if they didn't understand what he was venting.

An Cheng still felt puzzled, angrily crushed the apple lying in the ash bucket, and muttered: "Cut, who cares!"

Apparently, he no longer remembered who said the phrase "it's shameful to waste food" just now.

Children of this age look heartless, but in fact the heart in their chest is extremely fragile, and any unexpected thing will exchange their wild thoughts.

Qiao Wei didn't have the habit of coaxing children, and let him vent on his own.

At this time, Banhua Sangyu walked into the classroom, just in time to see An Cheng lose his temper, with a look of disdain on his face, and bumped into An Cheng's muzzle.

"What are you looking at!" An Cheng was ignored by Qing Qiaowei all the way, and he had already gathered a lot of anger, and he yelled after catching Sang Yu, Huanxi's enemy who was usually at odds. "Have you never seen a handsome guy?"

Sang Yu felt uncomfortable in her stomach, and walked briskly to her seat while putting down her schoolbag.

She sat on the right side behind Qiao Wei, at the same table as An Cheng.

Sang Yu is a very beautiful girl, dressed like all girls, with a black school uniform and a ponytail.It's just that she tied it with red silk, and her ponytail was raised high, making her look energetic and beautiful. People can always see her at first sight from the crowd.

Her eyes are big, and her skin is white/tender, just like tofu brain just out of the pan, making people want to take a bite when they see it.

There are quite a few boys who want to eat this piece of tofu brain, and the people in the school who love her clearly and secretly can fill several carriages.

Except An Cheng.

An Cheng and Sang Yu were born at odds, An Cheng had a bad mouth, and Sang Yu was arrogant, the two of them happened to be at the same table, and they often quarreled over trivial matters.

With just four classes in the morning and one morning self-study, Qiao Wei has already heard no less than three quarrels in the back seat.

"Classmate An, please don't always look at my answers during the exam."

"Classmate Sang, I still remember the fact that you deliberately wrote wrong answers for me to copy last time. Do you think this young master is such a stupid person?"

"Then why are you looking at my answer sheet?"

"Exclude a wrong answer!"

"..."

"Hey, we agreed to use the [-]th parallel as the boundary line, why did you cross the line again?"

"If you are not convinced, let's change seats! Let's see if you can never cross the line!"

"..."

Such quarrels made Qiao Wei's ears callused.

Are the kids nowadays so naive?
What else are you playing on the [-]th line?

Kindergarten kids don’t draw the [-]th line anymore, okay?

Then again, fortunately her deskmate is not such a boring and childish person.

Qiao Wei turned her face slightly, and looked at the tablemate on the right from the corner of her eye.

The deskmate has a very classic name, Wu Zichu.

The person also looks like an ink painting, just like a beautiful boy who came out of a cartoon.

White skin and thick eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, deep and clear eyes, the lip line is always habitually slightly drawn into a serious and old-fashioned arc, the long eyelashes are drooping, and the lower eyelid is covered with an irritating/itchy shadow.

From Qiao Wei's point of view, Wu Zichu's profile is particularly good-looking, every stroke of the contour of the face is as delicate and perfect as if carved by a skilled craftsman, and there is almost no flaw in it.

Well, it's just that I'm a bit bored.

At a young age, he lived a rigid and serious life like a little old man.

Qiao Wei commented secretly.

From the time she came to the classroom in the morning until the end of get out of class at noon, he didn't say a word to her.

Not only to her, except for his fluent and succinct answers to questions when he was called by the teacher all morning, he never spoke at all.

During this period, many girls from the class or other classes came to strike up a conversation, and they hit a wall without exception.

Her deskmate was indifferent to a surprising degree.

Judging from Qiao Wei's experience as a psychiatrist, there might be some social barriers in this ink painting boy.

As if aware of her gaze, Wu Zichu glanced over lightly, their eyes briefly met in the air for a moment, and then quickly parted with a tacit understanding.

Qiao Wei, who was caught, was not at all ashamed, and stared at her tablemate openly for a long time, until An Cheng at the back table kicked her stool dissatisfied.

"Qing Qiaowei, if you don't listen carefully in class, what are you looking at?"

"I want you to take care of it." Qiao Wei suppressed her voice and snapped back. "Mind your own business."

"Who told you to sit in front of me? You moved around so much that I couldn't read the blackboard. If I don't pass the No. [-] middle school exam, it must be your responsibility!"

An Cheng looked like a rascal, which made Sang Yu sneer.

"Still talking about others." Sang Yu whispered. "If you haven't looked at Classmate Qing, how do you know she's looking at someone else?"

"What are you laughing at?" An Cheng Quack said with a strangely sour voice. "Mr. Sang, you are an excellent student. If you don't pay attention to the lectures, you will be confused with us poor students. Don't you think it is very self-degrading?"

Sang Yu rolled his eyes at him, put his palms on his knees neatly, concentrated on looking at the blackboard, and stopped talking.

An Cheng then turned to Wu Zichu who had never said a word.

"And classmate Wu, why are you blushing when you look so good?"

　I received a bad review because I couldn't understand the foreshadowing of the first plane and Qiao Wei's emotional line.

　　[-]. The inscription and the ending echo each other. The setting of the first plane is very simple. What this relative should reflect on is whether his IQ is online.

　　[-]. There are many narrative techniques, and not every story and every emotional line must be straightforward to be considered normal.Just like perfume, some people like it strong, some people like it light and fresh, but the author likes to be subtle and euphemistic.

　　[-]. Whether you like it or not is your freedom, but this cannot be a reason for malicious personal attacks on the author.

　　Fourth, emphasize again: This article does not give away IQ.

　　[-]. A bad review needs a hundred positive reviews to save it. In fact, what the author cares about is the rating of the book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)