How to keep your boyfriend after being broken up

It can be said that the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school was simply a nightmare submerged in exercise sets and handouts.

Under the scorching sun, Liao Jia and Song Lian clocked in at the homes of the various tutors. The collection of wrong questions was written one after another. Liao Jia was almost sick of looking at the horizontal lines, let alone the three-day composition paper. I just want to kneel down to the parents who found these Spartan teachers.

"Why don't I go straight to the school headquarters?" Liao Jia looked at the graphic diagram in front of her with a headache, struggling with how to draw the auxiliary line. The air-conditioning in McDonald's made her eyes sore and painful, but her fingertips were cold. Sniffing his nose, he took out the eye drops pitifully, "I think the branch is fine, anyway, it's a key school."

"Then you must be scolded to death by auntie." Song Lian looked at the girl who was rubbing her arms with red eyes, sighed, and took out the sun protection coat from her bag and handed it to Liao Jia.

"I want to drink milk tea." Liao Jiahua pulled the draft paper, "Full sugar, warm, double pearls."

So, Ms. Liao, who was caught by the first sip of milk tea on the way home, snatched Faxiao's fruit tea without thinking. Ms. Liao, who was hard at work ordering, smiled happily.

"The grades of xx will definitely be able to go directly to the headquarters, and yours is not bad." Liao Jia flicked her bangs that were too long recently and said in distress, "I should be able to do it too, if I perform well."

"It's so annoying." Liao Jia supported her head, "By the way, the sports committee member from Class [-] asked me if we were dating."

"Pfft—" Liao Jia showed off to her little friends with a smirk after playing a prank, "It's super funny, this stupid question has been asked from the preparatory to the second year of junior high school, and it's already the third year of junior high school. That's the last question."

"So, I messed up a little bit."

"I said, I like girls." Liao Jia leaned close to Song Lian's ear and whispered, "And I also said, our classmate Song Lian likes gentle and sunny models, preferably boys."

Song Lian was expressionless, holding back his silence because he felt that there must be a follow-up.

"Then, the sports committee of the third class was quite disappointed and said that it was the men's sports committee of their class who asked her to ask me." Liao Jia paused, "Then ignore me."

"Oh, the Men's Sports Committee of their class is at the same table as xx."

"Although I still don't know exactly what happened." She paused, and hurriedly explained after feeling Song Lian's gaze.

"Are you angry with me?" Liao Jia approached carefully and asked flatteringly.

"Liao Jia." Song Lian viciously chewed the pearls that were so sweet that his stomach regurgitated, "I will never give you the chance to order again."

In fact, it can't be said that he was angry, because Liao Jia didn't say anything wrong, and he didn't tell his little secret about Tang Chenyi's secret love, even this excuse was discussed by them at the beginning.But it is still sad, because Song Lian once again realizes that his liking will not be responded to, and he will not even be as brave as other people who like Tang Chenyi to express this liking clearly and straightforwardly to let the other party know .Therefore, no matter how much he and Liao Jia know how much this love is, in the eyes of others, it may be just a harmless little joke for them to deny their relationship.

But with a crush on something like this, you may be able to decide whether to start, but you can't decide whether to end it.

So Liao Jia's daily question is simply annoying.

(Then do you still like xx today?)

Song Lian wondered if she just copied and pasted yesterday's chat records.

(like.)

(Oh.)

"Song Lian, I also want to go to basketball practice today!" Liao Jia lay on the desk and looked at Fa Xiao who was packing her schoolbag, and said in a drawn out voice, "You can go with me, we will do homework together tonight."

"Yeah." There was a faint smile on the young man's face, and his clear eyes had little lying silkworms because of the smile.

On this day, Song Lian happened to be called by the teacher to approve papers. Liao Jia ran to watch the stage early to get a better view. He came too early, the training hadn't started yet, the basketball club members and coaches hadn't arrived yet, only a few in twos and threes Individuals doing warm-up exercises.

"Your name is Liao Jia." A tall and thin boy in a jersey ran over, with a bright smile and eight white teeth, "I often see you come to our training, do you like someone in our club? Can you give me the contact information of that person? I will keep it secret and won’t reveal it secretly!” The boy squatted close, exuding the enthusiasm of his relatives, just like a husky who jumped at the neighbor’s house next door.

Probably because Liao Jia looked at people with guarded eyes, the other party touched his head in embarrassment, and explained: "My name is Yuan Qiuming, I'm in Class [-], and I'm in the same grade as you."

That being said, Liao Jia already had an impression of him—the male sports committee of the third class, the deskmate of xx, and asked if he was the gossip group that Song Lian was dating.

"I like girls." Liao Jia cleared her throat, thinking that she might have sensed the other party's intentions, so she politely refused, "At present, I want to concentrate on my studies and have no plans to fall in love."

"Huh?" Yuan Qiuming nodded in confusion, "Oh, good."

"But thank you very much." For the first time in this age, Liao Jia patted the other person's shoulder with great care, "You should study hard too."

"Ah? Good." Yuan Qiuming was stunned even by the strands of his hair.

"What happened just now?" Song Lian, who came late, asked curiously as he looked at the big man who fled and sat on the seat with a strange smile on his face.

"You missed the inspirational scene where I turned down my suitor for the first time."

"Are you reading some weird novels recently?" Song Lian put down his schoolbag speechlessly, feeling that he had an obligation to care about Fa Xiao's mental development.

"Go away! You bastard!"

"What's the matter?" Tang Chenyi looked at his tablemate's frowning expression, which was so incomprehensible, he wondered what would make this heartless and habitual person scratch his head and fidget.

"Brother, Song Lian really didn't talk about it." Yuan Qiuming patted his good brother sympathetically, who may have fallen in love with another girl but couldn't get a response—the little deer in the boy's heart was utterly ignored by the other party for the first time. It's too pitiful to beat "study" to death with a brick, "But you're out of the game, people like girls."

"Really." Tang Chen glanced lightly at the boy who rushed over and was still flushed after strenuous exercise, and was chatting casually with his friends at this moment. His eyes were bright and beautiful, and he was focused Looking at the girl with a bright smile beside her, she made exaggerated gestures, gentle and pampering.

Tang Chen bowed his head and put on his wristband, his voice was inaudible.

"Ok."

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