Ying Shao is a Girl

Ah! Did I read that right? School belle Song holds the hand of school belle Ling? Are they really a couple?

What's your look? You're just pulling up your sleeves. Stand firm, I'm Chu Che CP! I won't accept any rebuttal!

Okay, okay! Seeing is believing! It's definitely Wan Che's CP, the overall situation has been decided!

With all due respect, everyone here is a scumbag! There is only one truth. The school girl Ling is Ying Shao's person. Ying Shao and the school beauty Song are friends, so the school girl Ling and the school girl Song are just ordinary friends!

The analysis makes sense, but I just don't accept it!

...

Finally entered the elevator.

Ling Yiche breathed a sigh of relief, and the nervousness of being watched in a crowded place finally eased.

Then Ling Yiche broke away from Song Feiwan's hand holding his sleeve.

Thank you, classmate Song Feiwan.

There was a hint of apology in his slightly trembling voice.

It's okay, you...

Song Feiwan suddenly paused.

Do you have social phobia?

Judging from his reaction, she most likely had social phobia.

Um……

Ling Yiche responded in a low voice.

It's okay. Let's take the back door next time instead of the front door.

Song Feiwan comforted him softly.

Well, thank you.

The young man lowered his eyebrows and looked down upon his eyes.

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Wanwan, you guys came just in time, just in time for dinner.

Yan Weitang greeted the two of them.

Everyone is here, let's eat quickly. Tang Meier keeps complaining that she is hungry. Ling Xihe greeted everyone to eat.

Yan Weitang rolled his eyes at him.

Are you sure you're not hungry?

I won’t bear this responsibility!

Hehe... Ling Xihe scratched his head and avoided Yan Weitang's righteous eyes.

All three have taken their seats.

Only Ling Yiche stood aside, at a loss.

It seemed like there was no place to sit.

Classmate Ling Yiche, don't be stunned, sit down and eat.

Song Feiwan motioned for him to take a seat.

Pretty little brother, don't be embarrassed, sit down and eat!

Come, can you sit across from me?

Yan Weitang's pair of watery apricot eyes smiled into a pair of crescent moons.

Bright and bright.

The girl has a sweet smile and is very approachable. She has no airs about a lady at all, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Ling Yiche's nervousness dissipated a little.

Hmm... nodded slightly.

He sat opposite Yan Weitang.

Song Feiwan and Ling Xi were chatting.

Yan Weitang tried to talk to the pretty little brother in front of him.

Little brother, you are so beautiful! If you look at it more, you will have more appetite!

...

Ling Yiche didn't know how to answer him, and her fair cheeks were slightly red.

Sorry young man.

Little brother, your name is Ling Yiche, right? Can I call you Xiaoche from now on?

Yes, being down-to-earth and down-to-earth is the standard for Yan Weitang, the eldest daughter of the Yan family.

Hearing this, the young man nodded, opened his bright red lips slightly, and uttered one word, Okay.

He didn't refuse out of politeness.

Besides, he is Mr. Ying’s friend.

Yeah! Xiao Che, I didn't know what you like to eat, so I ordered you the most popular dishes here! Are you used to it? Yan Weitang asked with concern.

The boy who was silently immersed in eating: ...

fine.

That's good! I'm afraid you won't like it. You can tell me what kind of food you like. We'll order it for you next time. You seem to be quite shy...

Yan Weitang is outspoken and says whatever he wants.

She felt that the boy in front of her was very shy and had an embarrassed expression.

Also blushes easily! She saw it with her own eyes!

They were different from the boys she knew.

Everything is fine. Please excuse me, classmate Yan Weitang.

There was customary politeness in his words.

There's nothing he particularly likes.

Because he never lived for himself.

No trouble, no trouble at all! You are the boss's friend, and we are also the boss's friends, so you are our friend! It is normal for friends to help each other!

A bright smile bloomed on the girl's sweet face.

A pair of watery apricot eyes are crystal clear.

There is sincerity in his eyes.