Sylvie and Her New Owner

The two sat on the bed, separated by a distance of one meter. She saw how charming Mo Xue was, but expected Mo Xue to see her... so?

Mo Xue's expression was a little stiff: "...it seems?"

Yun Ying lowered her head and whispered, "It's also the first time for me to like someone... I'm still a girl...

"Yes, sorry."

She lowered her head heavily, and began to regret her clumsiness again.

There is not even the sound of the TV, such a bedroom has a solemn feeling.

Mo Xue turned her head:

"You know we're all girls."

Yun Ying's heart trembled, and she asked anxiously, "Do you... feel disgusted?"

She thought, according to Mo Xue's current acting style, she shouldn't hate being with girls, right?But this is just her guess, and she still doesn't know what to do.

"It's not a matter of being disgusting or not," Mo Xue lowered her eyes, "Sister Chen knows that she will break your leg."

If the agent lady knew what happened tonight, she would be very angry.There is nothing more infuriating than two promising young saplings ruining their future.

Yun Ying didn't know what to think, she tentatively said: "We can prevent sister Chen from finding out..."

There are quite a few entertainers in the entertainment industry who are secretly in love, and even have secret marriages. Most of them will not hide it from their managers, the point is to keep their fans from knowing.As for the love affair that even the agent is hiding, once it is discovered, the consequences will be disastrous.

If there is no public relations rhetoric prepared in advance, there is also the risk of breach of contract compensation and frozen storage.

Although if it was Mo Xue and Yun Ying, there was a high probability that they wouldn't be discovered - two girls sharing the same bed are also good best friends, so what if they are discovered?

It's okay to kill each other without admitting it, and to call each other wives.

Mo Xue was a little dumb, looking at Yun Ying's face, thinking of her help to her, restraining the urge to drive people away, she couldn't say anything too bad after all.

Being kissed by Yun Ying for the second time, the shock in his heart was less.

"Feel sorry.

"Don't do this again in the future, I can pretend that nothing happened."

The first confession ended in failure as expected.

Yunying blinked and squeezed back the tears, pretending to be calm, she said softly:

"Then can I ask, do you not like me...or girls?"

Mo Xue hugged her knees and closed her eyes:

"Nothing to do with you."

Yunying smiled, "Thank you."

She thought she knew the answer.

Gender is no longer an obstacle, and she will remove other obstacles one by one.

At ten o'clock in the evening, at the door.

"It's so late, why don't you just sleep here? It's not safe for a girl to go home alone..."

"Auntie, don't worry, I asked my assistant to pick me up in a car." Yunying smiled at Mo's mother obediently and sensiblely, and finally looked at her partner, opening and closing her palms, as if saying goodbye, "Xiaoxue, good night."

Mo Xue was speechless.

Yunying's back disappeared at the top of the stairs, and the footsteps going downstairs gradually drifted away.The mother scolded "you don't want to send this child away", she was in a mess and didn't hear a word.Inadvertently remembering that fiery kiss, she was startled, turned and went back to the room.

That person was downstairs, a dim figure, and the phone gave off a faint light.

She closed the curtains expressionlessly. Could the torn window paper no longer be able to resist the warm wind outside the window?

The end of summer has come, and the school has not held back after all, tearing off the mask of kindness and announcing that school will start a week earlier.

The classrooms of the second year of senior high school were upgraded to a higher level, and the classrooms of the third year of senior high school were unified on the sixth floor. There was no chaos in the first year of senior high school, and no labor of the second year of high school. They were separated from club activities, and the only job became study.

On the far right side of the blackboard and next to the curriculum, there are mottos written down by different class leaders every day.

"Open your eyes and start competing"

Hill leaned on the table and glanced at the schedule for the new semester. There was no music class, and the physical education class was shortened to two periods.

The second time in my life, the third year of high school, is like a salted fish in a pot turned over.

Most of the others kept studying because they stayed in school for self-study. Only she was troubled by post-holiday syndrome, and attending classes was no different from fishing.

"Don't shake your legs." The deskmate Lin Yi reminded in a low voice.

Hill saw that her desk was shaking back and forth, which made her deskmate unable to write well. She apologized and skillfully acted cute, staring out of the window in rapt attention.

"Hey, you said, the new high school is doing military training on the playground, right?"

she asked suddenly.

Lin Yi was taken aback for a moment, looked up at the teacher on the podium, and then looked at the key point of his pen. The beautiful and lovely goddess at the same table was talking to him. Although he knew that he couldn't catch up with her, he couldn't help being moved.

Hormones and curiosity...he chooses hormones.

What is learning.

"Yeah, with such a big sun, they are miserable."

Lin Yi suppressed the gloating voice, for fear of being heard by the teacher.

Hill nodded. She had decided that she would drag Si Kongqing to watch.

Lin Yi wanted to continue talking, but the goddess was as impenetrable as a wall.

The bell rang for the end of class, which happened to be the [-]-minute long break. Si Kongqing, who was obsessed with studying, was reluctantly dragged out by Hill, and then dragged downstairs again. She dislikes camouflage uniforms as mops.

But since it was the daughter-in-law's request, she still complied.

Walking under the shade of the trees on the playground, Si Kongqing discovered that there are quite a lot of people who are as boring as Hill.A large group of senior high school students in school uniforms stood or sat happily, and some even shouted cheers to the primary school students under the sun.

"Si Kongqing, did you have military training in your freshman year of high school?" Hill asked.

"No," Sikong Qing was absent-minded, "fake sickness and ask for leave."

"Oh," Hill scoffed, "forgot you're bad at sports."

"No matter how bad sports are, they can still be above you."

Sikong Qing tilted his head and blinked slyly.

"..." Hill choked, and suddenly pointed at the playground, "Look at the boy in the first row, he's walking around."

Si Kongqing remained unmoved, but stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers: "Stretch out your hand."

Hill was shy: "There are so many children watching, stop holding hands."

Si Kongqing didn't care about that, she inserted her fingers between Hill's fingers, and squeezed: "Do you want to come closer to watch the military training?"

Hill exclaimed: "Damn it."

No, this is too Mary Sue.

But this time it was Sikong Qing who was pulling her.

They shuttled between the runways, the elementary school students who stood in the military posture were stunned, the senior high school seniors were infinitely charming in front of the fledgling children, and the tanned girls in the same class suddenly became boring, not to mention... In front of them were two Senior sister, it is double the happiness.

No matter how fierce the instructor is, he can't stop their whispering.

"It's the senior from the cafeteria poster..."

"Fuck, you don't know Sikong Xi?"

They walked slowly, and Hill felt that she was about to have a fever. She obviously came to see the military training, but now she lowered her head and dared not look at it. Although she was ashamed, she... didn't want to stop.

"Look, is there bird droppings on that instructor's hat?"

Si Kongqing gently shook Hill's arm, and Hill secretly raised his eyes. Sure enough, there was a dirty lump on the hat of the instructor of the class in front of him, probably really bird droppings.

"Quiet!" The instructor roared, "Whoever says a word, who dares to move, the whole class will stand for five minutes longer!"

"Teacher, my stomach hurts!" a girl shouted.

"Rest!" The instructor said to the boy with a sullen face, "What are you looking at, are you a girl too?!"

The little boy in front of him was so frightened that he immediately stood up straight, glanced at the bird droppings on the instructor's head, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Si Kongqing stopped, and Hill looked up suspiciously. The next second, Sikong Qing stuck it on her lips, leaving no trace on her lips.

The girls standing in the front row almost screamed.

Hill felt that he was ashamed to look at the school girl.

A certain boy even tilted his hat in shock.

"Quiet!" The instructor yelled again, "You, why is your hat crooked! It's still moving! Have you been asked to help it? Add five minutes!"

The whole class wailed.

Hill pinched Sikong Qing, just wanting to leave this place of public execution quickly.

"The hat is the head of a soldier. Would you wear your head crookedly!" The instructor reprimanded in a loud voice, "Some people don't know if they have soiled this hat!"

Si Kongqing poked Hill's waist, then pointed to the bird droppings on the instructor's hat.

Hill finally couldn't hold it back, and laughed out loud. Smiles are contagious. The girls in the front row laughed too, but the boys behind couldn't hold back, and finally it turned into a roar of laughter.

Before the instructor got angry, Si Kongqing took Hill and slipped away.

"It's time for class." Hill said softly.

"Want to drop it?" Sikong smiled.

She took back what she said before, and it was quite interesting to watch the military training for freshmen.It's called watching military training, but it's actually spreading dog food.

Anyway, for them, there are a lot of formal reasons for skipping classes.

"think."

Hill nodded.

The broadcast on the playground began to play a passionate movement, and the freshmen stopped the painful military posture and began to practice their steps.All the other onlookers had gone to class, and they were the only ones left, as if they were watching a reserved movie.