Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

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Zou Ziyu took a deep breath, stroked the long black hair hanging on her chest, then slightly raised the corners of her lips, and appeared in front of Han Yu in what she thought was the most beautiful posture.

"Hi."

The girl smiled brightly, and greeted her playfully and excitedly.

Han Yu replied indifferently: "Hi."

But he didn't actually know her.

Zou Ziyu felt the temperature of his cheeks rise in an instant, pursed his lips to suppress the joy in his heart, and said shyly, "Can I sit here for a while?"

Han Yu frowned invisibly, "You are?"

The girl was stunned, the smile froze on her face, a little embarrassed, "We are classmates in junior high school," she said, quite aggrieved, "Zou Ziyu, you are in class one now, don't you remember?"

The young man had already lowered his head, eating happily on his own, and said without hesitation, "I don't remember."

He said this plainly, and he didn't feel anything, but Zou Ziyu was embarrassed.

While her partner was still watching behind her, she gritted her teeth and sat down bravely.

Han Yu paused for serving food, feeling displeased with Zou Ziyu's uninvited behavior. But he didn't say anything, because it's the New Year's Eve, which saves a bit of face for the girls.

"Are you alone?" Zou Ziyu took the opportunity to chat.

"Wait for a friend." Han Yu replied lightly.

"Boys and girls?" Zou Ziyu was curious and leaned forward.

Han Yu glanced at her with deep eyes.

The girl's heart was pounding.

Perhaps out of patience, he didn't answer.

Zou Ziyu held the cans in both hands, racking his brains to figure out how to create a chat topic.

"Well, what a coincidence today, are you also here to watch the fireworks?" She asked cautiously, with anticipation in her eyes.

Han Yu remained silent.

Zou Ziyu didn't give up, and said, "I heard that last year's fireworks were very beautiful and spectacular, but unfortunately I didn't see them, so today—"

Before she could finish speaking, Han Yu suddenly put down the chopsticks and made a "ding", which was crisp and harsh.

The boy slowly raised his head, his voice was low—

"You are annoying."

The three words are very light, and when they hit Zou Ziyu's head, they are as heavy as a thousand pounds!

She was instantly ashamed!

The girl stared at Han Yu with teary eyes, full of grievances. But the latter didn't look at her at all, leaning back on the single sofa, looking out of the glass window, holding a drink bottle, playing with it boredly.

She didn't stay or leave, it was like sitting on pins and needles at the moment. While suffering, Qi Hui, who was late, finally came.

"Hey, are you eating alone?" The boy took off his woolen cap as soon as he entered the door, and came straight to Han Yu, breathing heavily.

The latter glanced at him casually.

"Yo, I also found a beautiful woman to accompany you, it's amazing." Qi Hui approached and found that the girl sitting at the table was the class flower of Class 1, a well-known girl in her grade.

Zou Ziyu blushed.

Han Yu threw the drink bottle out with his hands.

"Oh—" Qi Hui was hit in the abdomen, and said in pain, "I can't even make a joke!"

"People who are late are not qualified to joke." Han Yu glared at him.

Qi Hui pursed his lips, knowing that he was in the wrong, so he stopped arguing with him.

"Is it okay for me to treat you to this meal?" Qi Hui beckoned the waiter to add three bottles of wine, while explaining in a rambling manner, "I thought I could walk away, but my grandma insisted on dragging me to watch the Spring Festival Gala together, and finally slipped out."

Han Yu didn't speak, looking at his expression, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Qi scratched his head back, turned sideways and asked Zou Ziyu in a low voice, "Hey, what's the matter with him? The air pressure is very low."

The girl twitched her lips in embarrassment.

The waiter quickly brought over the wine, and Zou Ziyu sat at the place closest to the aisle, and stood up to take it.

Before the wine was opened, she reached for the corkscrew again with a positive attitude.

Qi Hui squinted and joked, "Is this bottle opened for me, or for someone else?"

Zou Ziyu was thin-skinned, shy by Qi Hui's words, and embarrassed to answer, so he only pursed his lips and carefully opened the bottle cap.

The girl is weak, she tried twice and failed to open the car, she refused to give up when asked to help, she was very stubborn.

Han Yu glanced at her, then turned his gaze out of the window again.

Zou Ziyu was afraid that Han Yu would be anxious, so he gritted his teeth and twisted his arm as hard as he could.

"Chi-"

The three pairs of eyes widened in an instant!

White foam gushes out from the mouth of the wine bottle crazily, trickles all the way down the bottle, reaches down on the table, and then spreads along the table, falling drop by drop, like light raindrops, putting Han Yu on the side of the down jacket Dyed crystal color.

"Ah!" Zou Ziyu took the beer in his hand, and subconsciously threw the bottle away after being shocked. The bottom of the bottle rolled twice, and fell to the ground with a "crack", shattered to pieces, and glass shards and beer foam were scattered everywhere.

The other diners looked at it one after another, and after seeing what happened, they continued to eat without being surprised.

The waiter came to hear the sound and quickly cleaned the ground.

Zou Ziyu came back to his senses, his eyes fixed on Han Yu's soiled down jacket, his throat tightened.

She raised her eyes cautiously, and saw that Han Yu was also staring at her clothes.

"I'm sorry..." Zou Ziyu apologized in a soft voice.

Qi Hui stretched his neck, and saw that the pure black down jacket was wet in a large area, shining a different kind of luster under the refraction of the light, and the beer bubbles on it were slowly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, melting into the down.

Han Yu's complexion gradually sank, he picked up his clothes without saying a word, walked past Zou Ziyu, and headed for the door.

"Han Yu!" Qi called back to him, but he didn't look back.

Zou Ziyu's face turned pale.

"That," Qi Hui was about to leave, but he came back to greet Zou Ziyu, "Student, I know you didn't do it on purpose, but, Han Yu has a bit of a cleanliness freak, so you should be considerate of his temper." Qi Hui said Finished, ran to pay the money, and hurriedly chased him out.

Zou Ziyu was left alone feeling ashamed and afraid.

Go out the door, turn around, and there is a trash can next to the hot pot restaurant.

Han Yu only wore a sweater, and when he came out of the store, the cold wind blew in, causing the color of his lips to change instantly. But the boy didn't hesitate at all, and directly threw the black down jacket into the trash can.

Qi Hui stood behind him and said helplessly: "You should wait until you get home before you throw it away. Do you want to get sick in this weather or something?"

Han Yu turned his head, the wind blew his already fair face even more bloodless, like impeccably exquisite porcelain.

"Do you have any money?"

Qi Hui was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Han Yu looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped person.

"Lend me to buy clothes," he paused, his teeth chattering as he spoke, "It's cold."

Qi Hui hated iron for being weak, "If you don't order so many dishes, you can buy these clothes!" The implication is that there is not enough money around.

The cold wind penetrated from the neckline and sleeves, irritating the skin wantonly. Han Yu shrank his shoulders, turned his eyes inadvertently, and saw a familiar figure wherever he looked.

Inside the window, Tang Xia happened to be looking at him too.

The four eyes are facing each other.