Please Have a Cup of Green Tea

It was twilight, and the last ray of afterglow on the horizon had not yet faded, and the incandescent lamps by the roadside were already brightly lit.

The young man's heat was close at hand, and the girl's ears twitched instinctively when she felt this aggressiveness, and the peach pink dyed her cheeks that were as white as jade.

"Pei Jingshuo, you..." Under his approach, she had to take a few steps back and looked at him timidly, "Can you speak properly?"

"What's wrong with me?" The boy looked down at her, the corners of his lips smiling more and more deeply, "No, Ruan Xiaoan, shouldn't you be shy? Why does your face look like a tomato?"

"Huh? You're talking in vain, how can I have." The little girl touched her face subconsciously, and then glared at him angrily.

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Pei Jingshuo laughed out loud when she heard her so anxious that the dialects came out, "I don't understand."

It seemed that this kind of teasing was endless, the girl took a deep breath, bumped him with her shoulders, grabbed the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and walked straight forward.

"I'm too lazy to care about you, I'm going home." Even when she was angry, her voice was soft, like a kitten with claws and claws.

How dare Pei Jingshuo let people go, if the other party cancels the "gambling contract" in a fit of anger, he will lose a lot of money.

So he stretched out his long legs, chased after her in three or two steps, and pulled her back with her schoolbag.

"Ruan Xiaoan, you wait-"

"Why?" The girl turned back and glared, her cheeks bulging with anger.

"The bus is too crowded now, I'll take you back." He held onto her schoolbag, his dark pupils forced her to look at him, "Don't hide from me, please."

The girl bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and seemed to hesitate for a while.

"Ruan Xiaoan, you have to give me some hope, right?" The boy lowered his voice and stared at her without blinking.

The proud and handsome boy lowered his head again, just to make his girl feel a little softer.

He has been keenly aware that although Bi Ming in front of him looks so weak, the little one is easy to bully, but he doesn't like those frivolous teasing in his bones.

In other words, she only eats soft, not hard.

"But your motorcycle is too scary—" the girl lowered her eyes and whispered, obviously not forgetting the unfortunate scene when she bought milk tea last time.

"I got a new car, you come with me." Pei Jingshuo took her by the wrist and led her to the small shop at the school gate, "This time will definitely not be like last time."

"You, you slow down..." The girl was pulled and staggered a few steps, but she didn't break free from his hand after all.

Pei Jingshuo held the thin wrist, only to feel that the smooth and smooth skin in his hand seemed to have its own magic power, how could he be willing to let it go.

When the two reached the parking place awkwardly, an ice blue carbon fiber mountain bike came into view.

What's just a little special is that the rear of the mountain bike is specially customized with a rear frame, which is covered with a rectangular cushion, which looks like it is used to carry people.

"Bicycle?" Bi Ming glanced at the boy sideways and seemed a little surprised, "Where's your motorcycle?"

"I've been riding it to school these days." Pei Jingshuo put the back of his hand to his lips and coughed lightly to hide the embarrassment in his heart, "The motorcycle is in the warehouse at home."

"Why?" Bi Ming looked at him, star-like bright eyes full of puzzlement.

Asking an arrogant and domineering school tyrant to replace his beloved motorcycle with a bicycle, even if it is a high-end mountain bike, will drop several gears in an instant when it spreads.

Pei Jingshuo shook his head, squatted down and unlocked the mountain bike: "You don't like riding motorcycles, I want to take you home, so I'll change it."

So nice.

Bi Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, walked up to him, and patted his head lightly while he was squatting, as if coaxing a pet.

"Pei Jingshuo, who agreed with you to send me?"

The soft and glutinous voice has no anger at this moment, and it melts into a sweet juice.

The teenager looked up at her, grinned triumphantly, showing his snow-white teeth: "If you don't agree, I'll wait until you agree."

"After school, if you go to the competition class, I will wait."

A real man should take the initiative.

After Pei Jingshuo knew what he wanted, he had already made a decision.

The girl sighed softly: "Why bother?"

This sentence is not a pretense, but a bit of sincerity.

After all, it is difficult for Bi Ming to guarantee the persistence of such things as feelings, even if the male protagonist is her target of strategy.

[Host, you, you, you don't want to abandon him, do you? 】The small system in my mind paled in shock.

Bi Ming smiled without saying a word.

She came to this world in order to solve the obsession of the original body. Pei Jingshuo has a face and a figure, and can also be a good tool to fight against the female supporting plan. It is still very interesting to play the script of the little white rabbit and the big bad wolf. of.

At least in high school, when there was no more attractive boy than Pei Jingshuo, Bi Ming was in high spirits.

"Get in the car, Ruan Xiaoan." The boy had already turned over and got into the car. The waist line of the inverted triangle was graceful and powerful. When he turned back, his handsome profile exuded a wild charm under the light.

Bi Ming pursed her dry lips, ran over in small steps, grabbed the hem of his clothes and jumped into the back seat.

The tight and flexible waist, as well as the rushing male hormones, are all declaring that this teenager is gradually turning into a ripe and delicious fruit.

She thought that even if she wanted to throw it away, she had to wait until she had tasted it well.

***

The test results of the competition class came out the next day.

To the disappointment of the head teacher, the math competition class was wiped out except for Bi Ming.

Lin Siqi, who learned the result, was so angry that her eyes were red on the spot, and the monitor looked enviously at Bi Ming, who was told to start participating in the competition class after school this afternoon, patted her on the shoulder and said:

"Ruan Xiaoan, you are really amazing. I heard that only fifteen people were selected in the grade this time, and many of the experimental classes could not enter."

Bi Ming smiled modestly: "No, in fact, I was just lucky and got the big problem right."

The squad leader didn't agree with her, because even if she got the question type right, someone who could solve the big question by hand would definitely have mastered that knowledge.

"Haha, but that's great, this time you should be able to meet Zhou Shen when you go to the competition class."

"Who is that?" Bi Ming tilted her head in confusion.

The monitor's eyes widened, staring at Bi Ming in disbelief: "How come you don't even know Zhou Shen? We will always be the first in the grade, super student god!"

Bi Ming was stunned for a moment.

This person seems to have appeared in the plot of the original work, but basically it is a one-off. Only when describing the achievements will the "background board" that occupies the first place all year round appear.

After leaving the office, the monitor's lost mood had calmed down, he took Bi Ming's arm, and whispered in a low voice, "Xiao An, do you know, this time Lin Siqi would rather abandon the chemistry that she is good at and insist on choosing the math competition. , because Zhou Shen will also go."

Bi Ming raised her eyebrows lightly, and then revealed a small smile.

"Well, that's a pity."

When she arrived at the competition class in the afternoon, she understood why this "Shen Zhou" could make Lin Siqichun's heart sprouting.

As soon as he came in, his handsome face was like a bright moon shining brightly, cold and distant, making people forget the commonplace.

"Wow, Zhou Shen is here—" Bi Ming shouted as if he heard people around him roaring.

"Zhou Jiangqi, I've reserved a seat for you, come and sit!" A boy behind Bi Ming shook his hand, apparently an acquaintance with this "Zhou Shen".

The tall and thin teenager passed Bi Ming's out of the corner of his eyes and accidentally glanced at a book on her desktop, and he settled down.

Has anyone been reading Fundamentals of Analytic Number Theory?

His eyes glanced at the girl one more time.

The other party's delicate and delicate plain white face looked serious, holding a pen and copying an example question written by the teacher on the blackboard.

He also looked at the blackboard, which was a common geometric proof problem.

"Jiang Qi," the boy behind saw him stop in place and was a little puzzled, "You don't need to read the question above. That question was given by Teacher Chen to warm up everyone. It's very simple."

"Well." Zhou Jiangqi nodded lightly, he already had a complete proof idea in his mind.

It's really obvious.

It's just that he didn't quite understand why the girls in front were so serious.

In fact, Bi Ming, who was using another method to solve the problem, squinted his eyes.

She also took advanced mathematics as an elective in college, and had seen another simple solution to this type of geometry problem, just using calculus.

It's really frustrating to be underestimated.

She supported the soft flesh beside her cheek with one hand, and wrote the proof ideas on the scratch paper with one hand.

When the teacher entered the classroom and started lecturing on the topic, Bi Ming who raised his hand took the initiative to take the stage with a glance.

The girl held the scratch paper and stood on the podium, like a charming little jasmine.

"These classes are quite cute." Zhou Jiangqi's tablemate laughed softly, "But there is no need to repeat such a simple question."

Then Bi Ming picked up the chalk and began to write the problem-solving ideas.

The good students below gradually put away their original disapproval and began to frown.

Some first-year high school students are bewildered who haven't learned calculus.

Some went to extracurricular training, and immediately became interested: "Is this still possible?"

"It seems to be faster to solve the problem this way."

As for Zhou Jiangqi himself, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Interesting, he just fell into habitual thinking and didn't think about this method.

Two hours passed quickly, and everyone rushed out after the teacher announced that the get out of class was over.

When Bi Ming walked downstairs, a hand tapped her shoulder behind her.

"You forgot to take your book." The boy's cold voice came from behind.

When Bi Ming turned around, she saw that Kaolin Zhihua, who had always been indifferent, was holding her "Basics of Analytic Number Theory".

She nodded with a grateful smile: "Thank you."

Small smile nests adorn the lips, looking sweet and moving.

"It's okay..." The young man seemed to be slightly stunned. He had never paid attention to the appearance of the opposite sex, but he still had basic aesthetics.

At this moment, another voice also sounded.

"Ruan Xiaoan, why are you so slow?"

The inch-headed boy did not know when he had come to the vicinity, his handsome face was cold and fierce, like a little wolf cub whose territory was violated.

Bi Ming showed a somewhat "panic" look and turned around.

"I...I just got out of class."

Pei Jingshuo's icy eyes swept across the elegant young man behind her, and pulled his lips slightly: "Oh, then now—is it time to go home with me?"

The girl pursed her lips and seemed a little embarrassed: "Pei Jingshuo, don't say such easily misunderstood words."

"What misunderstanding?" He strode over and grabbed her wrist, "Didn't you agree to go together?"

His provocative eyes swept over Zhou Jiangqi behind him, as if he was saying silently:

Get away from me.