Bitter Tea [101 Mei Xuan]

"Losing, losing! Drink water, drink water!"

In the bright and bright classroom of Nuoda, the excited roars of the boys grew louder and louder.

There was a table in the middle of the classroom, and there were two glasses of water on the opposite side of the table. A boy beside the table covered his face shyly when he heard the voices of the crowd, and then drank the two glasses of water on the table in one gulp.

"Okay, okay! The next session! We are all looking forward to it!" Now the senior brother on the side came out to adjust the atmosphere, holding the palm of his hand as a microphone, jumped into the middle of the classroom, danced and said: "That is... pass the chocolate bar!"

At the same time, these big characters also appeared on the ppt in front of the blackboard. The boys discussed excitedly in low voices, their eyes wandering around among the few girls in the class, and finally they were basically locked on Wu Xuanyi and Meng Meiqi, the assistant class. .

According to the distribution of male and female comments, the people in the class were divided into six groups, with one or two girls in each group. Meng Meiqi was in the fourth group. The boys in this group fully respected her opinion and let her stand in the first place. indivual.

However, according to the newly formulated rules, Meng Meiqi still needs a leader in front of him. A senior who is used to playing this kind of game whispered something to the people around him. Stand out, be the first to stand.

There were booing sounds all around, only Wu Xuanyi, who was standing next to the senior brother, frowned slightly.

Meng Meiqi pursed her lips a little unhappily, and stood first, just to prevent contact with too many people. Although it was just a small game, her inherent serious cleanliness made her unacceptable to get too close to strangers , Just thinking about wanting to meet Nian at close range made her feel uncomfortable.

But even if it is uncomfortable, it is impossible not to participate in the game that the whole class participates in. She has long understood the consequences of being a different kind from the group.

The senior brother was about to walk in front of Meng Meiqi when he suddenly stopped. The fingers pinching his wrist were soft and fragrant, but full of firm strength and a touch of threat. Wu Xuanyi, who just watched silently after the first game, was standing behind him, the coldness in his usually flawless eyes was clearly visible.

The senior brother moved his throat subconsciously, and his eyes fell unconsciously, and fell on the chocolate bar that Wu Xuanyi was holding in the other hand.

"Ah... I forgot to take it, thank you Xuan..."

"I come."

"Huh?" The senior brother was stunned for a moment, and his movements froze.

"I said, I'll come." One word at a time, sonorous and forceful, perhaps because the menacing expression in those beautiful eyes became more and more serious, the senior brother nodded unconsciously, and a long "ah" came out of his throat. ..

Scratching his head, the senior brother stood back to his position with a face full of regret, while Wu Xuanyi stood there for a while with light eyes, then slowly walked in front of Meng Meiqi.

Is she crazy?He used to say that he was the one he hated the most, but now he is willing to play games with him?Meng Meiqi felt incredible, her eyes were wide open.

Wu Xuanyi also noticed her expression, frowned slightly, and said, "Do you like that brother?"

Meng Meiqi knew that she had misunderstood her expression, so she could only smile and said, "Sister, what are you talking about, I must be the one who took advantage of your beauty!"

Wu Xuanyi lowered her head slightly, her slender and thick eyelashes covering her eyes.

"Alright! The game...start!"

With an order, the first senior sister who made up the other groups began to put one end of the chocolate bar in their mouths and passed it to the second junior sister. After all, this kind of face-to-face close contact is a little exciting , from time to time, they accidentally touch their lips or eat too much at once, so the instant wailing and various excited yells are mixed together, which is extremely lively.

Except for Wu Xuanyi's group.

When the order was given, Wu Xuanyi, like others, held the chocolate bar in her mouth, biting the least bit with her light pink soft lips, and then slowly approached Meng Meiqi.Meng Meiqi looked at her movements, and it was very understandable for her to try so hard to hold back a little bit, and she even understood that the senior sister was just trying to save herself from the seemingly "wretched" senior brother, and she really hated herself in her heart yes.

Thinking of this, Meng Meiqi also took a small step forward, biting the remaining end.In front of her is the magnified face, with bright eyes and bright teeth, the corners of the eyes and brows are all the style of the ink painting. After the warmth, there is a piercing chill. Meng Meiqi feels that her breathing is stagnant. She should have continued simply and neatly, but she suddenly drew closer The distance caused her memories to become disordered in an instant.

Because the watercolor bucket was accidentally knocked over, Meng Meiqi took a few rags to deal with the paint on the ground resignedly.

Because the watercolor was mixed thinly, it was also in the crevices of the tiles where it flowed. Meng Meiqi finally cleaned most of the paint on the ground after wiping off two rags.

After washing the paint bucket in the bathroom, Meng Meiqi sat in the last row of the classroom, looked at the half-finished blackboard newspaper, and sighed silently.

"Yo, Junior Sister Meng," a tall and thin boy wearing black-rimmed glasses walked in from outside the classroom, carrying a bag of lunch boxes in his hand, and he could smell the rich aroma of rice from a long distance away.

Meng Meiqi's expression changed instantly, and she rushed to grab the food, but was dodged by her senior.He pushed his glasses and said solemnly: "Go to the seat and eat."

"Cut." Meng Meiqi rolled her eyes, walked to the senior brother's seat with her hands in her pockets, pulled out her chair and sat on her back.

The senior brother also returned to his seat and put the lunch box on the table. Just as Meng Meiqi was about to stretch out his claws, he was slapped away by the senior brother: "Wash your hands yet?"

"It's finished washing!" Meng Meiqi growled, squinted her eyes, rested her hands on the back of the chair to cushion her chin, and said with a smile: "You are so serious, why don't you listen to the smiling tiger, go eat outside the classroom, maybe you can accompany me Where is I, Senior Sister Wu?"

The senior brother paused for removing the chopsticks, and said: "What kind of person is your senior sister, forget it."

Meng Meiqi noticed the pink behind his ears, but it faded away after a while, as if thinking of something, the look in his eyes dimmed a little.

Meng Meiqi smacked her lips. In her heart, she couldn't understand these people the most. If she likes them, she likes them. Why don't you want to say it, why do you have to hide it, and finally feel uncomfortable.

The senior brother divided the rice in the lunch box into two, picked up one and put it in front of Meng Meiqi. Meng Meiqi was holding her favorite chicken happily, and Wu Xuanyi, who had finished eating in the corridor, also came in.

Seeing her come in, Meng Meiqi only felt that her appetite was affected by her, and she might have indigestion at night.

Sure enough, when she saw her brightly eating rice, Wu Xuanyi's eyes were a few degrees colder than ice, Meng Meiqi shivered, and consciously moved away from her table with the lunch box in her hands.

However, Wu Xuanyi's seat is just behind this senior brother, no matter how far away it is.

Meng Meiqi was picking up the meal, complaining in her heart while sighing, this senior sister has never laughed in front of her very much, she only knows how to study and win prizes every day, her life is so monotonous and boring, but it is also this kind of rigidity, for the dean Smiling Tiger said that eating in the classroom is not allowed, Wu Xuanyi is the only one who can stick to it.

Meng Meiqi was biting the chicken without any image, and two noisy senior brothers came in with their shoulders crossed. When they saw Meng Meiqi who was swallowing their food, they suddenly became interested and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Meng, you are wearing makeup. Is it? So interesting."

I just wiped the water on the floor, and I inevitably got some on my face. There is no mirror in the bathroom, so I didn't notice it. I guess it hasn't been cleaned.Meng Meiqi touched her face, and asked the glasses brother where the paint was with his eyes. The brother smiled and pointed to the position under the corner of his left eye.

The brother smiled and said, "It looks like a tear mole, and it's pretty pretty."

Meng Meiqi laughed twice, and was about to take out a tissue to wipe off the paint, when the brother who spoke in front said again: "Why did you wipe it off, haha, it looks so good."

Meng Meiqi rolled her eyes: "I won't show you if it looks good."

The senior pretended to be angry: "You girls put on makeup just for our boys to see."

When Meng Meiqi heard this, she felt a little unhappy, put the rice bowl in her hand, wiped off a little oil stain on her lips, and said, "Just show it to you guys, okay..."

Meng Meiqi turned her head and looked at the girl sitting upright. The white school uniform was properly worn on her body. She lowered her eyebrows and held a black pen in her slender fingers. math test paper.

It wasn't just that she was caught by something evil, Meng Meiqi raised her chin and said, "Senior Sister Wu!"

The man raised his head, his brows pale.

Meng Meiqi suddenly raised the corners of her lips, the sunlight outside the window sprinkled finely, gilded her jet-black hair, she smiled flamboyantly, the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with pure and clean pride and smiles, and the water stains in her beautiful and deep eyes Rippling, a little cinnabar red mole at the corner of the eye is like the finishing touch, making this picture perfectly reflected in that person's eyes.

"Am I good-looking?" she asked.

But she didn't answer, she tried her best to look back, the font was never out of the ordinary, but quietly overflowed the frame of that rule.