Green tea O she spoiled

Chapter 42

After school in the evening, Yan Xia had a quick meal, got up and went upstairs to rest.

She was uncharacteristically quiet today, and even Yan Siqiu asked in bewilderment: "What's wrong with Yan Xia? Was she bullied at school?"

Shang Wandong watched Yan Xia's disappearing back quickly, and shook his head: "No."

Yan Siqiu didn't wonder for a long time, but he became happy again, and complained: Every time Yan Xia is here, I can't have a good chat with Sister Wan Dong.Now that she was gone, she finally had the opportunity to sneak in.

She approached Shang Wandong, lowered her voice, and said coquettishly: "Sister Wandong, shall we go out to play together on weekends?"

"No time." Shang Wandong rested his chin on one hand, closed his eyes half-closed, and replied without emotion, "We need to prepare for a speech."

As soon as the speech was mentioned, Yan Siqiu's smile froze on his face.

Her English scores are not top-notch, so she naturally did not have the opportunity to participate in the speech.

But Yan Siqiu never expected that there would be Yan Xia and Shang Wandong in the entry list of the second group of high school?

She didn't even believe it was a coincidence!Where did these two go behind their backs?

Yan Siqiu was so angry: the current Yan Xia has completely surpassed herself both in terms of study and emotion.

"Then next week..."

Shang Wandong raised his eyelids, and said coldly: "Next week, I'm going to compete in the West Market."

As soon as Yan Xia left, her whole body seemed to be covered with thick frost, and it was difficult for ordinary people to pry off the cold and hard surface.It was as if he had turned back to the indifferent, invulnerable Shang Wandong from the beginning.

No matter how unwilling Yan Siqiu felt, he could only murmur in a low voice: "Okay, then I will go again next time I have a chance."

She was good-looking, with a grievance and shriveled mouth, she was as weak as water, so pitiful, but Shang Wandong didn't even give her a look, and went straight up to the second floor.

Footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, and stopped in front of Yan Xia's door.

There was no light from the crack of the door, and the people in the room seemed to have fallen asleep.

Shang Wandong stood for a while without saying a word, finally lowered his eyes, turned and left.

The room was dark, Yan Xia was lying on the bed, curled up into a ball, and buried his head in the soft quilt.

The system asked worriedly: "Host, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Yan Xia half-opened his eyes and said, "...a little bit."

"Shang Wandong is outside the door now." The system said, "She might want to talk to you."

Yan Xia was startled, and raised his eyes to look at the heavy door.

System: "Don't let her in?"

Yan Xia was quiet for a moment, turned over to face the wall, and said in a low voice, "No."

Having said that, she still pricked up her ears to pay attention to the movement outside the door.

A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps finally sounded and gradually faded away.

Yan Xia breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, but felt an indescribable loss in her heart, as if she had fallen into a glass of lemonade without sugar.

Tongue tingling sour.

She never fell asleep and struggled in the dark for a long time.

Suddenly there was a pattering sound outside, which gradually became louder, like rain hitting the window.

It's raining again.

Yan Xia put on his clothes and came to the French windows. There was a layer of misty white steam on the windows, and the silver rain streaked intermittently across the dark night.

On the balcony, the heavy rainwater bent the flower branches and flowed down the curved branches and leaves.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated lightly, which was especially clear in the deserted rain.

Yan Xia took the phone, and at 42:[-], she saw the message from Shang Wandong.

"Good night."

Yan Xia pursed her lips, her heart was suddenly empty.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

When she realized it, she had already sent this sentence.

Yan Xia stared at the screen for a while, his eyes were sore, he buried his head under the quilt again, and screamed silently.

No matter how slow the system is: "...Host, did you quarrel with Shang Wandong?"

It recalled what happened today, and it seemed that there was nothing unpleasant about it.

Yan Xia grabbed the bed with his head, and said in a muffled voice, "No."

The fault is not Shang Wandong, nor anyone else, but herself.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Yan Xia quickly raised his head and looked at the screen.

Shang Wandong: "It doesn't hurt."

Shang Wandong: "Can't you sleep?"

Yan Xia bit her lip and lied, "Slept and woke up again."

She added: "If you are sleepy, go to bed early."

Shang Wandong quickly replied: "Okay, good night."

Yan Xia: ...

Did you really fall asleep? !

She pursed her lips, and poked the dialog box a few times angrily with her index finger, as if she could poke the face of the person opposite through the screen.

Why on earth did I fall in love with this wooden man?

Losing is not losing, Yan Xia replied calmly on purpose: "Good night."

He didn't even post cat expression packs anymore, very cold.

Shang Wandong didn't come back, maybe he really went to sleep.

Yan Xia lay face up on the bed, sighing heavily.

Such a Shang Wandong who doesn't know how to read the atmosphere, but she really fell in love with it.

But I have no way to stay here, I can't accompany Shang Wandong to go on, and in the end I can only make a wedding dress for the original heroine.

Seeing her depressed face, the system asked cautiously: "Host, do you have any troubles? You can tell me."

Yan Xia shook her head: "Nothing."

She didn't want to tell the system about it.

If the system knows that she wants to stay because of Shang Wandong, will it forcibly clear Shang Wandong's data like it did to Jiang He?

Yan Xia doesn't want Shang Wandong to be treated like this.

In his heart, Shang Wandong has long been a flesh and blood, human being.

Forcibly erasing memory by the system is undoubtedly a violation of human rights.

In the following weekend, apart from eating, she stayed in the room preparing speeches, and rarely met with Shang Wandong.

However, he intentionally avoids it, and he will accidentally lose his mind in the spare time, thinking of the person in the next room repeatedly.

I wonder what Shang Wandong is doing now?Are you writing a manuscript like her, or are you doing something else?

There was no way for Yan Xia to avoid it, so he could only keep himself as busy as possible.

The sound of sparse rain accompanied her throughout the weekend, as if God was constipated, and it finally stopped completely on Monday.

Yan Xia was dressed neatly, and stood in front of the mirror for a while to build her mind: "Don't be cowardly, isn't it just a paper NPC? It's scary to have a hammer!"

Then I went downstairs to have breakfast.

She saw Shang Wandong sitting at the table at a glance, the traditional red and white school uniform fit and beautiful on Shang Wandong's body, the hazy morning light outlined a slender and tall figure, like a portrait of alienation and tenderness.

Yan Xia thought for a moment: Damn, she is so pretty, I want to...

Shang Wandong's eyes focused on it in an instant.

She stretched out her hand and opened the chair beside her for Yan Xia.

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She didn't sit next to Shang Wandong, but walked around to the opposite side and sat down beside Yan Siqiu.

Yan Siqiu: "???"

Shang Wandong's expression suddenly sank.

Yan Siqiu looked at her suspiciously: "What are you doing? Don't you all sit across from each other?"

"I want to sit with my sister today." Yan Xia winked at her, "Don't you welcome me?"

Yan Siqiu looked horrified: "Did you take the wrong medicine, or did I not wake up?!"

Yan Xia smiled, but didn't answer.

There was an almost awkward silence at the dinner table, no one broke the dead silence, even the servants unconsciously raised their toes and made light footsteps when they walked.

After breakfast, Yan Xia sat in the passenger seat by himself when they went to school by car.

Yan Siqiu saw her weirdness, and couldn't help but quake in his pupils: Could it be that Yan Xia finally gave up on Shang Wandong and was willing to take the initiative to leave the opportunity to me? !

The system was also stunned and said, "Host, why are you helping Yan Siqiu?"

Yan Xia rubbed the center of her brows, but didn't answer.

She could feel a strong gaze penetrating the rearview mirror, staring at her closely.

Yan Xia lowered her head, avoiding Shang Wandong's eyes in the mirror, her toes were so tense that she could grab a villa.

After a while, the dazzling sight finally disappeared.

Yan Xia exhaled softly, her tense back gradually relaxed, but her heart felt empty.

Yan Siqiu pestered Shang Wandong and talked all the way until the Maserati parked on the side of the school street.

Shang Wandong slammed the car door, his face was colder than usual.

Yan Xia quietly followed behind them without saying a word.

When Yan Siqiu entered the classroom, the two walked up the stairs one after the other. The morning light flooded over the railings, and the marble floor was as bright as snow.

At the corner, Shang Wandong suddenly stopped.

Yan Xia was in a daze, and accidentally bumped into her back.

She immediately took a few steps back and whispered, "...Sister?"

Shang Wandong looked at her condescendingly, with tiny gleams floating in his bright black eyes.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Xia's wrist.

"Are you avoiding me?"

Yan Xia was stunned for a moment: Sure enough, it was so obvious that even Shang Wandong could see it.

She looked away, her throat was dry: "I..."

Shang Wandong lowered his eyes, a trace of helplessness appeared on his indifferent face, like a small animal that made a mistake and asked its master to forgive it.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Yan Xia's heart twitched, as if he had been punched dully, and his heart ached slightly and sourly.

"no……"

my fault.

I should not like you.

Shang Wandong's eyelashes trembled slightly, obviously looking down from an angle, but his expression was a bit fragile.

She lowered her voice: "I know a lot of things I don't understand, I'm not good enough."

Yan Xia's eyes widened in astonishment: "Who said that?!"

"Give me some more time." Shang Wandong clenched her hand painfully, "I will change..."

Yan Xia shook her head vigorously, her eyes getting wet: "You are fine! You don't need to change yourself."

Shang Wandong turned pale, looked at her cautiously, and said as if begging: "Then can you stop avoiding me?"

Yan Xia felt that she was going to be out of breath.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her expression had regained her composure: "Okay."

"……Really?"

Yan Xia patted her hand and gently coaxed: "Yes."

It's just acting for a while, until all the tasks are completed, she can leave quietly.

Shang Wandong would not know that she had left at that time.

She raised the corner of her mouth and said softly, "Sister, I promise you."

The author has something to say: Well... a little bit of abuse, the next chapter is sweet

感谢在2021-06-0523:31:40~2021-06-0623:37:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 4 for hating me; 1 for fresh clothes and angry horse when he was a teenager;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of high-end players; 353200185 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!