I heard you want to flirt with me?

"Pfft..." Song Suqing obviously choked, "Brother Che, your question is fatal."

When he turned his head slightly, he saw Su Yunche's eyes were extremely clear, staring at him solemnly, the waves in the depths of his eyes seemed to be filled with the word "sincerity".

In the early winter, those eyes were like a jar of honey, which melted in Song Suqing's heart in an instant, and melted into the flesh and blood.

"Brother Che, do you want to watch me dance?" Song Suqing looked at him with her head propped on one hand.

Seeing his stinky and showy appearance, Su Yunche immediately snorted: "Don't look."

Song Suqing had expected this answer a long time ago, so she was not angry, and gently knelt down, bumped his elbow slightly, showing weakness: "Look, the day after tomorrow is the New Year's Day party, don't you want to go and see it?"

The cold wind was still bleak and harsh, and the wind blew the glass and creaked.

Su Yunche raised his eyes and looked at the sky. The clouds were very thick, so gray that no light could be seen. It was like this gloomy year. After the day after tomorrow, everything will pass.

"I'll watch it that day." He stretched his body and continued to do his homework. It was almost the end of the term.

"Oh." Song Suqing was discouraged for a moment, lying on the table, and saw that the hand holding the pen had well-defined joints, slender and white, and the tiny blood vessels were clearly visible.

He slightly raised his head and glanced at Su Yunche's homework, he was writing chemical formulas, pouted: "Brother Che, do you think the school schedule is unreasonable? The New Year's party will be more than a month away from the final exam, the review time A little less."

His brother Che ignored him for a long time, and he even dragged Su Yunche to eat.

"Since you know, then you are still nagging, and hurry up to do your homework and endorsement. If you are nagging, believe it or not, I will throw you down." Su Yunche squinted at him.

Su Yunche had long been used to Song Suqing talking nonsense in his ear, but when he heard his regretful tone to find reasons for his poor study, he felt angry.

This is the first time I've seen someone treat talent like shit.

Song Suqing's reaction was a row slow, and she was wronged instantly: "Brother Che...you are fierce to me..." I feel sorry for you...

"Shut up." After speaking, he glanced at him, and threw the English book in front of him, "Don't talk to me until you finish reciting thirty words today."

"Oh~" Song Suqing took the book, sighed softly, and lay down on the table. Although she was looking at the words, her eyes were always wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Su Yunche felt the ultra-low air pressure on his body. Seeing from the corner of his eye that he had been writing and drawing, as if he was endorsing a book, he was also relieved: "What time are you rehearsing in the afternoon?"

"What?" Song Suqing raised her head suddenly, thinking she had heard wrong.

"What time is your rehearsal in the afternoon?" Su Yunche stared at him sideways, and asked him every word in a serious manner.

"Six o'clock." Song Suqing replied immediately.

Su Yunche was taken aback for a moment: "So early? When will you practice?"

I didn't expect this party to take so much time. No wonder Song Suqing never went to his house again after agreeing to this event.

Song Suqing smiled: "At ten o'clock, Brother Che, are you going to see it? Today is according to the steps of the evening party, so it will take a little longer."

Su Yunche lowered his head and thought for a while. Tonight is Cao Yan's physics class. Although he can skip class as soon as he is notified, it is already very cold at ten o'clock in the evening. When he returns to Tongzilou, he may go to bed at twelve o'clock.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Suqing probably guessed it. After all, he only planned at first for Su Yunche to watch his dance.

But I heard Su Yunche's cold voice, saying slowly: "Okay."

Song Suqing paused in response, looked up and saw Su Yunche looking at him seriously, his thin lips parted again: "Okay, I'll go and see. However, you have to recite fifty words before six o'clock, and write An English composition."

"..." Sure enough, nothing great happened, "But it's chemistry class this afternoon, and I have to go to class."

Song Suqing doesn't like many classes, but chemistry class is one. He likes the feeling of doing experiments, and feels that he can manipulate those things, which is very interesting.

Su Yunche glanced at him: "Isn't the third class in the afternoon a physical education class? I believe you can finish it."

"Oh..." Song Suqing silently took out the English composition texts. He only wrote one composition every day after asking Su Yunche to help him with tutoring, and he used up several compositions.

At this time, the little fat man Xia Li and the four-eyed Chen Huai walked over. Since it was winter, they were basically huddled up in their school uniforms, with a hot water bottle wrapped in a coat in one hand.

Xia Li threw the hot water bottle hidden in his coat to Su Yunche. He is very fleshy and usually doesn't need this thing: "Brother Che, warm your hands. I see that your hands are doing homework every day, aren't they cold?"

"It's okay, I don't feel that cold."

Su Yunche got up this morning and looked at the weather forecast, saying that there would be rain, so he wore long johns and two pairs of socks.

In the end, he didn't leave his seat. The classroom was airtight, and young people were always a little hot, so he still felt a little hot.

Song Suqing snatched the hot water bottle, hid it in her school uniform and hugged it, and asked casually: "Isn't the school a rule that there are no hot water bottles? Where did you charge them?"

"Where is the doorman uncle?" Chen Huai said, "Uncle is easy to talk, you can charge him with some snacks."

Chen Huai was thin and weak, and he was born with a cold body.Moreover, the school stipulates that even in winter, school uniforms must be worn over down jackets, and there is no heating in the classrooms.

If there is no hot thing in winter, he will be frozen and sick all the time, so hot water bottle and warm baby are must-haves for Chen Huai.

Song Suqing felt much warmer holding the hot water bottle, so she put it in Su Yunche's arms, and touched his hand secretly, it was very cold.

"Brother Che, hold it, your hands are cold, you can warm them, otherwise you will get frostbite easily." After speaking, he took the warm baby from Chen Huai.

Su Yunche's hands were indeed cold. Seeing that Song Suqing took the warm baby, she accepted it by default and hid it in her school uniform: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Chen Huai responded with a smile.

The three looked up at him.

Chen Huai was taken aback: "Ah? Didn't Brother Che thank me?"

Xia Li bumped into him: "What do you think, does Brother Che seem like someone who will thank you?"

Seeing that Su Yunche lowered his head and remained silent, while Song Suqing looked at him provocatively, Chen Huai understood that Su Yunche was thanking Song Suqing.

Suddenly, he thought of something, turned slightly and whispered something into Xia Li's ear, Xia Li obviously froze for a moment, and replied with a suppressed voice.

Song Suqing, who was at the side, saw that the two whispered behind his back, and coughed lightly: "What are you two doing behind my back?"

"No, no..." The two hurriedly waved their hands, and fled in despair.

"They're talking about how to celebrate the new year on New Year's Day." Su Yunche said suddenly.

"??? Brother Che, how do you know?"

Song Suqing felt that the warm baby was still not as warm as the hot water bottle, so she secretly put her hand on Su Yunche's stomach, feeling the temperature of the hot water bottle on his stomach through the clothes.

Su Yunche looked down. Song Suqing's palm was big and thick. Seeing him rubbing against her clothes, she lifted her school uniform to reveal the hot water bottle inside, and looked at him with clear eyes.

He said sincerely, "Touch it."

"Hahahaha..." Song Suqing was instantly amused by his expression, and quickly pulled off his clothes to cover the hot water bottle inside.

He was just touching the hot water bottle, and he didn't do anything.

"Brother Che, can you stop using such an innocent expression and saying such obscene words, you make me look like a rascal."

In an instant, Su Yunche realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he knocked off his hand forcefully: "I don't learn something good every day."

"Hee hee hee..." Song Suqing smiled playfully a few times, then put her hand on Su Yunche's stomach, rubbed the hot water bottle gently through her clothes, and asked when he saw that he didn't resist, "You haven't said how you know ?”

Su Yunche felt that one was touching his body, and it was not very comfortable, so he grabbed his hand and reached into his school uniform, put it on the hot water bottle, and whispered: "Don't move."

"it is good……"

Song Suqing didn't dare to move for a moment, Su Yunche's cold hand grasped his wrist, the coolness penetrated through the skin as if cooling into his flesh and bones, while the palm touched the warm hot water bottle, the surge of water seemed to follow his heartbeat Same.

"I just heard what Xia Li said about New Year's Eve, so they should be discussing this matter."

Su Yunche didn't notice Song Suqing's stiffness, but thought he was being honest, so he let go of his wrist, and went back to the desk to do his homework.

"Brother Che, have you thought about how to celebrate the New Year?" But Song Suqing kept her hand on the hot water bottle, gently touching the water flowing inside.

Su Yunche thought for a while: "Maybe at home." The New Year's Eve will be after the New Year's Day party. At that time, everyone should be at home and wait for the next New Year's Day.

Song Suqing suddenly stopped talking. He and the nanny are the only ones in his family. It doesn't matter whether it's New Year's Eve or not. It seems that as soon as the New Year's Eve party is over, Brother Che will be tricked into spending New Year's Eve with him.

As the sun went down, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Song Suqing consciously handed in her English composition, which was the words she had recited. Su Yunche roughly checked it. Although there were some minor problems, it was okay, so he let him lead her to the auditorium.

No. [-] Middle School is an old high school, and the auditorium naturally has a sense of age. The red roof, yellow walls, and red columns at the mahogany entrance are all written with oldness.

The auditorium is behind the senior three teaching building, although it is not far from their teaching building, this is indeed Su Yunche's second time here, the first time was last year's New Year's Eve party.

Although all school activities are held in the auditorium, Su Yunche doesn't like crowded places, so he often finds various reasons to avoid them.

It happened to be caught by the squad leader last year, but this time it was because of Song Suqing, a fool.

Song Suqing pushed open the big red door, creaking, and vaguely heard the noise of someone talking inside, Song Suqing probed in and took a look.

The light inside was dim, and there was only a bright light in the center of the stage. A man and a woman stood under the spotlight. They stood upright, the typhoon was very straight, and they held microphones in their hands.

"Brother Che, come in."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on the stage, and hearing the host's announcement, Song Suqing hooked her hands lightly and said in a low voice, "Brother Che, that's right, in order to ensure the amazingness of the show, we don't allow outsiders to enter here. "

"Then you still let me come!" Su Yunche, who had already entered the auditorium, immediately turned around and walked out when he heard these words.

But Song Suqing quickly grabbed his hand. He pursed his lips and looked innocent: "Brother Che, I want to show you the dance. Today is my first rehearsal, and no one else has seen it."

Su Yunche was stunned for a moment. Under the dim light, Song Suqing's facial features were all hidden in the shadows, but the temperature of his palm followed Su Yunche's pulse to warm his heart.

Now Song Suqing is too much like a poor cat.

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