I really don't want to make a choice

"Qiaoqiao, why don't you leave today?"

Usually, Liu Qiaoqiao basically leaves the classroom around 9:45.

She is also considered a day student, and day students can leave at 9:[-] according to the regulations.

Liu Qiaoqiao's deskmate Su Xiaofei usually leaves around 10:[-], but today her deskmate hasn't returned home yet.

This made her feel a little strange, so she asked casually.

"Well, the college entrance examination is coming soon, and I want to work harder."

Liu Qiaoqiao said with a smile.

Su Xiaofei didn't speak, as if she was going to sleep when she got back home and didn't study?

Forget it, I'm too lazy to care, anyway, her Liu Qiaoqiao's grades have been crushed by her.

There were fewer and fewer people in the classroom, and in the end only An Xin was left in the first row, followed by Liu Qiaoqiao and Han Lang.

Ten minutes before the lights were turned off, An Xin left.

When she left today, she took another look at Han Lang's side, because Liu Qiaoqiao in the front row of Han Lang hadn't left yet.

.......

Han Lang has been doing the questions in the selfless world, and his efficiency is extremely high. Maybe he has forgotten what Liu Qiaoqiao said at noon today.

Before turning off the lights, Han Lang raised his head, put away his books, and prepared to leave.

Liu Qiaoqiao will stare at him now.

Hey, why hasn't Liu Qiaoqiao left yet?

......

"Are you always so serious when you do the questions? I've been watching you for a long time, and I realized that you don't even know."

Liu Qiaoqiao smiled charmingly.

Boys who work hard are really handsome.

"If you want to be efficient in doing things, you have to put your heart and soul into it."

.......

Han Lang suddenly remembered what Liu Qiaoqiao had said to him at noon today.

This woman is really waiting for her!

Hey, when he thinks that there are so many women in this world who are deliberately trying to get him, his conscience pricks.

After leaving the classroom door, Liu Qiaoqiao and Han Lang walked side by side.

The moon in the sky is very round, the moonlight is bright and clear, sprinkled on some blooming flowers in the grove, it looks very beautiful.

The tranquility, the fragrance of flowers, and the air seem to be filled with tenderness.

Liu Qiaoqiao looked at Han Lang's side face, his three-dimensional facial features looked particularly attractive at this moment.

Liu Qiaoqiao felt that she was in love, that was the sweetness and tenderness of love written in the book.

"I'm going to push the cart."

.......

Han Lang just stood there and waited, looking at Liu Qiaoqiao's graceful figure, he actually didn't think much about it.

After all, a small county is small, No. [-] Middle School is not big, and Class No. [-] is even less big. Liu Qiaoqiao may look beautiful to these high school students who have never seen the world, but Han Lang is a man who has seen the world.

As a human being in the reincarnation, I still have interests in women, but I still have to choose.

Besides, this time I have to take the college entrance examination well, women hurt my body.

Liu Qiaoqiao pushed the cart, but Han Lang didn't take the initiative to say that I would push it for you, or that I would ride you with me.

Walking like this, it was basically Liu Qiaoqiao who spoke again, and Han Lang answered.

But even so, Liu Qiaoqiao is very happy now.

.......

The streetlights on Sanyuan Street were not all broken.

At least when Han Lang sent Liu Qiaoqiao there today, only a few streetlights were broken.

But are these important?

A person invites you to eat hot pot and says that he really wants to eat hot pot. Is it possible that he really just wants to eat hot pot?

"Are you coming home this Sunday?"

When they were about to get home, Liu Qiaoqiao suddenly asked Han Lang.

"I shouldn't go back. Going back is very troublesome."

Han Lang answered truthfully.

"Well, I asked my mother to make delicious food that Sunday. You come to my house for dinner and help me with my homework."

Liu Qiaoqiao suddenly blushed and said.

Han Lang was stunned.

........

What does this Nima mean?

Even if you are now a nympho and have a crush on me, you wouldn't be in such a hurry to see your parents, would you?

Can you be a little more kind...

"That's not good."

Han Lang said directly.

.......

"Tell you one thing, you have to help me keep a secret."

Liu Qiaoqiao continued.

"Ah."

Han Lang didn't like gossip at first, so it wasn't difficult.

"My mother passed away when I was 4 years old, and then I lived with my grandmother. My aunt took care of me all the time. My aunt was 9 years older than me. Later, my aunt married my father. So my aunt is My stepmother, I call her Aunt at home, and Mom when I go out.”

"My aunt is very kind to me, so if you come to my house for dinner, she won't say anything. And you also help me with my homework."

Liu Qiaoqiao continued.

"This is all your family business. There is no need to tell me."

……

"But I just want to tell you, I know someone said this behind my back, and I never told anyone about these things at home, it's unnecessary."

"But tonight I really want to tell you."

Liu Qiaoqiao continued.

"Well, I'll go back first."

Han Lang was silent for a while, and finally said nothing.

Liu Qiaoqiao didn't know what Han Lang meant by that, she still wanted to wait for Han Lang to hug her, isn't that how it was filmed in idol dramas?

Damn, he hasn't promised himself to come to the house for dinner on Sunday?

"You must come on Sunday, my aunt cooks delicious food."

Liu Qiaoqiao suddenly raised her voice and said to Han Lang's back.

Han Lang pretended not to hear and didn't turn his head.

Is it really okay to go to eat like this?

.........

Today, because Liu Qiaoqiao walked very slowly, the original 15-minute journey took 10 minutes.

It was already early 11 o'clock at this time, and Sanyuan Street was deserted, with almost no people, and a few scattered street lights, it seemed that this road was unusually long and lonely.

Ok?

Why is the back of the woman walking hurriedly at the corner in front so familiar?

"Teacher Yu?"

Han Lang subconsciously called out.

The woman glanced back, and then looked to the other side of the intersection.

Han Lang followed the woman's line of sight and saw three drunken men over there.

Han Lang probably understood something, and strode directly to Yu Chunfang's side, took her hand, and strode towards the school.

Yu Chunfang was taken aback for a moment, being directly held by a person of the opposite sex, and she was still her student, it would be unscientific to say that it was not awkward at all...

But when she thought of those drunk men following her all the way, she also understood what Han Lang meant.

Several drunk men saw a tall man holding the woman's hand and striding forward, but they didn't continue to follow.

.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yu. But they haven't followed."

After walking for a while, Han Lang suddenly put down Sister Fang's hand and said apologetically.

"You're quite smart, and you immediately understood what I meant. But, didn't you always call me Sister Fang before? How could you become more polite and call me teacher now?"

Of course Yu Chunfang would not be angry, Han Lang did that to solve the trouble, and it was too late for her to be grateful.

"I was ignorant before. A teacher is a teacher, so you have to call it whatever you want."

Han Lang smiled and said.

"This monthly exam has improved a lot, and the biology has improved the most, not bad."

"By the way, it's so late, why are you here?"

Sister Fang praised, and then asked a question.

"I live near here, and when I'm tired from studying, I just go out for a walk, look at the moon, and breathe the fresh air in the spring night by the way."

Of course Han Lang would not say that he was sending Liu Qiaoqiao home.

"You are quite poetic, no wonder you can test 140 in Chinese."

"Do you want to be a good person to the end and help me deliver it to the school gate?"

Sister Fang firmly believed in Han Lang's words.

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ps: I feel like I’m on a stand-alone machine, you don’t vote, and you don’t follow up, I feel like I’m going to be cool. . . . . . .