Mutual love between a scheming bitch and a green tea bitch

Huo Wanrong looked at the teacher who was spitting all over the stage and speaking with enthusiasm, and was a little distracted again.

Hmm... Zou Xiaoting speaks better than her...

Huo Wanrong turned her head to the side, looked at Zou Xiaoting who was listening carefully, for a long time, lost in thought.

The other party seemed to be investigating, and turned his head, but Huo Wanrong looked away, with a hint of dodge.

Huo Wanrong asked herself that she was not a person who likes to escape, but once she met Zou Xiaoting's black eyes, she couldn't help... Lack of confidence.

"Don't be serious in class, how about tutoring after class?" Zou Xiaoting tilted her head with sharp eyes.

The little fox narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and lay lazily on the table: "If I'm serious, won't you be unemployed?"

"If I can't improve your grades, I will also lose my job." Zou Xiaoting smiled.

"That's right, let's listen carefully." Huo Wanrong sat up straight.

Zou Xiaoting didn't expect her to say that, she was taken aback, and said: "You're not right, don't you have to make up lessons?"

Huo Wanrong: ... Oh.

Huo Wanrong turned her head silently, and really started to study seriously.

After class, Huo Wanrong didn't cling to Zou Xiaoting as before, but actually picked up her English book and went to the English teacher to approve the composition.

Zou Xiaoting was slightly taken aback, but didn't ask any further questions. She was not a nosy person in the first place.

Huo Wanrong, who went out with her English book, stood in the corridor again and was dazed. She said it was an essay review, but it was actually an excuse. She just wanted to avoid excessive physical contact with Zou Xiaoting. After all, she didn't seem to like physical contact very much.

Huo Wanrong felt that he needed to find something to do.

She wanted to find the person who sold the books, and she could see that the original owners of those lily comics cherished them very much.

Perhaps it is because these are not allowed, so the other party can only give up his preferences and pretend to be a "normal person".

Inexplicably, Huo Wanrong felt a little more sympathy for that person.

After school, Huo Wanrong found the owner of the comic shop, and after a long time of tossing, Huo Wanrong found out the owner's name.

Mu An... her class teacher.

Huo Wanrong is not a timid person, no matter what it is, as long as she believes in it, she will go forward to do it bravely and never regret it.

So the next day, the brave classmate Xiao Huo ran to the office with a bag of... Huang*man.

Sitting in the office, Mu An was surrounded by many nympho girls with questions.

Can't imagine such a tall and handsome man is a lily man.

Perhaps, everyone has a secret that they don't want to tell.

Huo Wanrong squeezed into the crowd, pulled Mu An up, and was about to give up. Of course, he said: "Teacher, something happened, that guy Peng Xiao was found spying on girls!!"

As a little fox, how could he wait peacefully?Of course it was queue jumping, except for jumping in line and selling a hand to Peng Xiao.

Hmm... cool.

Just like that, Mu An was dragged by Huo Wanrong to an unoccupied corner.

"Peng Xiao...what's my business with peeping?" Mu An was confused.

The little fox smiled and put the manga in Mu An's arms, with a serious expression on his face: "Teacher, return it to its original owner!"

Mu An was stunned, and after a while, she turned her head away and said, "What are you talking about?"

"teacher!"

Mu An concealed the abnormality on his face, smiled gently at the corner of his mouth, and said, "You made a mistake."

Huo Wanrong didn't speak, but just confronted him quietly.

Mu An restrained her smile and made a gesture to leave.

Huo Wanrong suddenly raised her head and said, "Teacher, don't deny the existence of what you loved."

Mu An's steps paused, and he slowly raised his head, looking at the blue sky, his voice trembled slightly: "But that is also...an existence that is not allowed!"

yes it is not allowed

"Teacher, I like Zou Xiaoting!" almost shouted, Huo Wanrong continued: "One day, I can hold hands with her and walk in the sun!"

Yes, that's right, I like it.

Because I like it, I want to get close, and because I like it, I want to protect each other with all my strength.

Then why do you like Zou Xiaoting?

In fact, there is no need for a reason.

It's just that every little moment with her is a little bit exciting.

It's the accumulation of heartbeats time and time again, that's why I like it so much.

Hard to give a reason.

Perhaps it was the gentleness occasionally revealed in the other party's indifference.

In fact, Zou Xiaoting is really a very gentle person...

"Keep the book..." Mu An chuckled and said, "After all, it costs a lot of money."

"Teacher... Actually..."

"I know..." Mu An covered the glare of the sun, and felt relieved, smiled and blinked: "If you have any questions, you can come to me, we are allies, right?"

Huo Wanrong was startled, then laughed, and began to tease the teacher: "Teacher, I didn't expect your collection to be so open... Tsk tsk, you are really boring."

"Open?" Mu An frowned, and pulled out a book, his face getting darker and darker.

"Teacher? What's wrong?" Huo Wanrong felt something was wrong.

"Read all of them? Which one do you like?" Mu An put the manga back with a half-smile.

"Look... ah... what about the medicine play?" Huo Wanrong asked tentatively with a strong desire to survive.

"Very good, look at Xiao Huangman, confiscate and add [-] words to reflect on, and hand it to my desk tomorrow." Mu An's collection is basically a small and fresh lily.

"No way, teacher, what about a good alliance!? How could you do this?!!" Huo Wanrong was in a bad mood, and hurriedly caught up with Mu An who was about to leave, with a sad face.

There was a slight smile on Mu An Qingjun's face: "Ten thousand words of reflection, go and beg your dear sister Tingting."

The author has something to say: I'm back!I haven't written for a long time, I don't know if the writing style has regressed