Quick Wear: With the cub in hand, the world is mine

In the second year of high school, students were divided into arts and science classes. Xiao Tiantian and Xiao Putao went to the arts class. Nuannuan and Yaoyao saw a familiar name in the student handbook. It took them two classes to remember who Xia Muya was.

"Ji Dacong! Look, the girl in black clothes and short hair between the first groups, do you remember her?"

Ji Cong successfully bid farewell to his skinny image in the third year of junior high school and became the tallest and strongest boy among the seven children. He stared at the back of Xia Muya's head for a few minutes but still had no impression. "Who is it? Should I know her?"

"Xia Muya! When we were in the middle class, she pushed you to the ground with just one hand, hahaha." Qin Zhiyao laughed wantonly.

Wen Nuan picked up the book and smiled secretly. She wanted a younger sister because his fighting power was too low. Fortunately, her younger sister was really strong and had explosive fighting power. She had a promising future!

Ji Cong's face instantly turned red, and he obviously recalled the past that he couldn't bear to recall. "Well, I missed the step myself."

Qin Zhiyao: "Based on the years we've been together, do you think I would believe it? Nuannuan, do you believe him?"

"I do not believe."

"Hey, Ji Dacong, go ask her if she still recognizes you?"

They hadn't seen Xia Muya since graduating from kindergarten, and didn't know where she went to school. They didn't expect that they would meet again in high school.

"I won't go. It's too embarrassing."

Ji Cong didn't want to hear her say, "Hey, I remember you. When I was in the middle class, I had a fight with Wen Nuan and the others, and you told the teacher about it." He wanted to save his face.

"Nuan Nuan, are you going?"

"Let's not go now. I want to prepare first. We are in the same class and there will be many opportunities for us to chat."

"Too."

Qin Zhiyao opened the math book, flipped through two pages at random, and said with a bitter face: "If I had known, I would have followed Tiantian and the others in choosing the text. Math is so difficult!"

"But you don't want to learn politics, you don't like to read official history, you prefer to read unofficial history."

"Yes, I'd better study math well. I'm pretty good at English and Chinese, so they can help me get some points."

"Well, if you have any questions, I can teach you."

Qin Zhiyao pouted and kissed the warm side of her face, "You are worthy of being my best friend, love you (??w??)??"

"I love you too, mua wow."

"Please don't do lesbian things in front of your new classmates. It will have a bad influence."

Ji Cong was sitting behind the two of them. Seeing the surprise in his deskmate Pang Xinghe's eyes, he started to complain about their intimate behavior.

"What's wrong with that? You're jealous of us, so go find Yi Shaokang. I don't mind if you two stage Brokeback Mountain. Didn't netizens say that under Brokeback Mountain, lilies are blooming? This prosperous era is what they wished for."

"Qin Zhiyao! Don't talk nonsense. He and I are just brothers. Don't listen to the new deskmate."

Pang Xinghe has a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes. He quickly glanced at Wen Nuan who didn't say anything. Seeing that she didn't look back, he was a little disappointed. "I know you guys. My cousin and my grandmother like to watch Kuaishou. They have been following the blogger Sui Yue Jing Hao for a long time. I know you guys have a good relationship."

"Not so good. We have to break up with Ji Dacong. You can join us. You are more handsome than him anyway."

Ji Cong said dissatisfiedly: "Qin Zhiyao! You have no right to make this decision. The organization is not decided by you alone. I won't say that you and Wen Nuan are lesbians next time, okay."

"We are not lesbians. Nuannuan likes boys. Hey, if I were a handsome guy like Wen's father, it would be easy for me to control this girl, Wennuan~"

Pang Xinghe felt a little happy when he heard Qin Zhiyao say that Wen Nuan liked boys, but he was stunned when he heard the rest. Does she like the type of person her father is?

Her father seldom appears on camera, but every time he does, he amazes the audience. He is handsome, can cook, and is gentle and considerate... Her grandmother often lamented that she did not have a son like Wen Nuan's father, and asked him and brother Yaohan to learn to cook, because if a man can cook, he will have half the number of competitors.

My eldest cousin Pang Yaowen said that he had met Wen Nuan's father at the airport gate. He and Wen Nuan's mother had a very deep relationship and were very much in love. They asked my eldest cousin how he knew that, but he refused to explain clearly. He hesitated and his face turned red.

Wen Nuan suddenly turned around and tapped Qin Zhiyao's head with a pen, "What are you waiting for? The teacher is coming in."

"Oh, why are you coming so early when there is no class? You are so dedicated." Qin Zhiyao muttered softly.

During the class, Pang Xinghe's eyes shifted from the blackboard to the black and shiny hair in front of him. Her hair was so long, wouldn't it be tiring to wash it? Her skin was so white, as if everyone in her family had white skin. She was much thinner than when she was a child, but she still ate a lot...

"Now I'd like to invite two students to come up and solve the problem. Please draw your student numbers. They are No. 1 and No. 37."

Wen Nuan didn't expect that the math teacher would call her in the first class. She walked onto the stage calmly. Qin Zhiyao next to her was relieved. "Huh, it's a good thing she didn't call me."

"Hey, Lao Qin, what's your number?"

"36."

"I'm 38." Ji Cong then asked Pang Xinghe, "Classmate, what's your number?"

"I'm right behind classmate Wen Nuan, number 2."

"Wow, your grades are pretty good. I didn't expect there were two top students next to me. Please take care of each other in the future!"

"Ah."

The math teacher was a little angry, "Students below, stop talking! Just do your own thing!"

A violent voice suddenly sounded behind her. Wen Nuan felt that the person next to her shivered in fear. She looked to the side curiously. She must be Xia Muya. She was wearing long sleeves and long pants in September. Isn’t she hot?

Wen Nuan was caught by the teacher for not concentrating on her homework. "Student in blue, don't just watch others do it. If you don't know how to do it, leave."

When the students saw that it was Wen Nuan who was criticized, they were all trying to hold back their laughter. It seemed that this teacher was probably transferred to work at the No. 1 Middle School in the city this semester, and she didn't usually sing fast music.

Wen Nuan quickly solved the problem and walked off the stage. Xia Muya stopped in the middle of the step. She felt the teacher was staring at her. She calculated nervously and wrote down the result hastily.

When she returned to her seat, she found that her result was different from Wen Nuan's, and she stared at the draft paper in a daze.

She was warm, wasn't she? The object of her childhood envy and jealousy.

"No. 37, Xia Muya, you took the wrong step in the middle. Listen carefully and don't be dazed."

The math teacher knocked on Xia Muya's desk with a book. She immediately sat up straight and looked at Wen Nuan's solution ideas, and suddenly she understood.

After class, Qin Zhiyao imitated the math teacher's tone, "Student in blue, don't sit still in your seat, go to the toilet with your deskmate."

Wen Nuan had no choice but to leave the classroom arm in arm with Qin Zhiyao.

"Tsk, I've known them for so many years, but I still don't understand why they have to meet up to go to the bathroom. Do some things have to be said in the bathroom?"

Seeing that he was talking to himself, Pang Xinghe stopped writing and said, "Sorry, I don't understand either."

"Well, girls are just clingy. My deskmate, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"no thank you."

After Ji Cong left, Pang Xinghe smiled. It turned out that there was a reason why they had so much fun together.

The first week of the second year of high school ended quickly. Current policy does not allow make-up classes. Students must go home on time after the seventh class on Friday and are not allowed to stay in school.

"Nuannuan, is Mama Ke coming to pick you up? I want to take your ride." Qin Zhiyao stuffed several exercise books into her schoolbag and complained, "It's only the first week and there's so much homework. It's like having no holiday at all."

"Well, but Dongdong and Xixi will be on the bus, so you'll have to squeeze in the back with them."

"fine."