Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Tang Xiao's forehead is blue, and he advises her for a long time. He seduces Su Xiaoyu with her new Lolita skirt.

"Then... Then I'll..."

Skirt or principle, that's a question. Su Xiaoyu suddenly feels like a female version of Hamlet.

Tang Xiao saw her face a little hesitant, while hot hit the railway, "at 4:30 in the afternoon to pick me up on the line, OK, that's it, bye!" With that, Tang Xiao grabbed his schoolbag and ran away quickly.

As the final exam was coming, Tang Xiao went to the library to make sure that Su Xiaoyu didn't catch up with her and that the people around her didn't look at her anymore. He was relieved.

After finding a seat and putting down her schoolbag, Tang Xiao opens her notes and begins to review. Suo fortunately, she hasn't left behind her professional knowledge. Although she has some difficulties, she still reads part of it in an hour.

Tang xiaotou, who has a lot of legal knowledge, is a little bit sore, and his mouth gets dry quickly. So she got up and went to the drink shop downstairs to buy a cup of milk tea. Tang Xiao didn't dare to delay his time. He walked fast all the way.

When he came back, Tang Xiao was surprised to see a boy with his head down in his seat. She thought it was a student who took her seat. As soon as she frowned, she walked quickly.

"Classmate, this is my position."

Because she was in the library, although she was upset, her voice was still deliberately suppressed.

The boy didn't answer, but still lowered his head and turned a page of notes with his slender fingers

Tang Xiao lowered his head and took a look. His face suddenly turned red and hot for a while. This man! Occupied her seat, did not say, even read her notes!

"What are you doing?" Tang Xiao is a little angry and wants to stretch out his hand to pull him, "this is my note!"

"Of course I know it's yours." The boy's fine black hair was sparkling in the sun, and was blown out by a small whirlpool by the slightly cold wind.

Hearing this voice, Tang xiaoyileng, had not yet had time to touch his hand in midair, eyes suddenly sour.

The boy stood up, a white face to Tang smile, showing a gentle smile, "smile, long time no see."

Sure enough, it's him.

Buried in the depths of memory, connected with the pain of youth, sad and joyful, countless memories were suddenly pulled out from the inside of her body and gathered into a turbulent force, which suddenly made her heart ache. All the light converged on the young man with gold rimmed glasses in front of him and condensed into a spot.

In the blink of an eye, a few years have passed, but the man in front of him has not changed much. He is still elegant and scholarly. His facial features are clear and his appearance is really top-notch. After a while, he has attracted the attention of several girls passing by.

Tang Xiao looked at him lightly. After a while, he suddenly raised his lips. "Wen Yunchu, long time no see."

Wen Yunchu closed the notebook, long fingers lingered on the cover, exclaimed, "your words are still so beautiful, the notes are also exquisite, smile."

"Thank you." Tang Xiao didn't want to talk to him more. He looked cold and alienated.

"Xiaoxiao, I haven't seen you for two years. Do you miss me?" Wen Yunchu looks at her with a warm smile.

The word "want" means too much, and it doesn't seem to be suitable for them.