Bizarre Love

Because Jiang Ren memorized all the texts, Song Qinqin was able to withdraw from the make-up class, but Meng Ting could not.

After school on Monday, Song Qinqin asked Meng Ting before submitting the application: "Sister, do you really want to make up for him?"

That senior Jiang has zero foundation, whoever gives him make-up lessons will suffer. And as soon as Song Qinqin left, Meng Ting had to make up seven subjects alone. ,

Meng Ting nodded: "I promised him." When she said this, she wrote the outline in her low eyes.

Meng Ting found out the textbooks of the junior high school, and outlined the key points for Jiang Ren. She wrote very carefully, and various complicated knowledge points gradually became clear in her writing.

Song Qinqin couldn't help admiring her a little.

The weather is getting warmer and students always like to roll up their trouser legs in class.

When Song Qinqin's application was approved, Meng Ting just finished sorting out the key points of the last biology. In order to save electricity, the school is afraid of students squandering. Air conditioning is not allowed in general classrooms in May. You have to wait until the hottest months of June and July to turn on the air conditioning.

Zhao Nuancheng muttered: "What? I thought it would work if the air conditioner was installed, but there were still two broken fans. The teacher's office can be used, it's not fair!"

There are a lot of people in the classroom and the temperature is even higher. She rolled her trouser legs as she said: "It's so hot."

Zhao Nuancheng turned her head to look at Meng Ting, who also had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. "Listen to you curl up like this, cool down."

Meng Ting said with a smile, and bent down, following Zhao Nuancheng's example, rolling the trouser legs up to the ankle, all the way to the center of the calf. The coolness came in and it was really cooler.

Hong Hui's face suddenly turned red.

Meng Ting wore a pair of white lace-up sandals. The exposed toes are white and tender. Originally because of the generous uniforms of No. 7 Middle School, no one could tell what level of figure was.

However, because of the heat, you can see it by looking at a section of the raw calf.

Meng Ting didn't notice the strangeness of the same table.

Instead, the other boys noticed and laughed: "Hong Hui is not in love with the school girl."

"Look at him, hahahaha."

A boy said: "But Meng is really white."

The calf is also very beautiful. Slender, white and tender, exceptionally well-proportioned.

She stood in the crowd as if she had automatically turned on the beauty. The boy shrugged, "As for what Hong Hui is doing, you still can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. Somehow they are at the same table. If Meng Ting is my girlfriend, I will give her shoes."

The boys burst into laughter.

"You want to be beautiful!"

However, when summer arrived, everyone in the Seventh Middle School found a problem-no one had seen the school flower Meng Ting wear a skirt. Not to mention skirts, I have never seen shorts!

What they can see the most is the delicate ankle up a little bit.

School classmates occasionally meet on weekends. Because H city is so hot, girls love skirts or shorts when they go home.

Shen Yuqing from Class 14 likes to wear skirts.

She has slender and beautiful legs, so Shen Yuqing has always had a lot of suitors in school. In addition, she is more open and her boyfriends continue. A short skirt with short sleeves, don't mention too much sex.

The fact that the school flower never wears a skirt soon spread throughout the second year of high school.

Shen Yuqing was applying makeup at the time and sneered after hearing the words: "Either the leg is not good-looking, or there is an injury on the leg."

"how do you know?"

"Your legs look good, don't you show them?"

"That's true."

Shen Yuqing's eyes lit up: "Yes, she can see with one face, and she is definitely not in shape. School flower, does she have the capital to be a school flower?"

When studying on Wednesday night, Zhao Nuancheng came in from the outside with an ugly face and almost cried.

"Listen, they say you have a problem with your leg."

Meng Ting was counting up his English homework, and he smiled and said, "What?"

"Those girls have so cheap mouths, saying that you never wear skirts, either you have scars on your legs, or you have looped legs."

Meng Ting's eyes are crooked.

"dare you laugh!"

Meng Ting felt that they had rich imagination. Thirty percent of her body was burned in her last life, and her leg was indeed destroyed. However, there is nothing wrong with the legs in this life. She doesn't wear skirts because they were made by Zeng Yujie when she was a child. Later, Zeng Yujie passed away. Her eyes were inconvenient and she kept knocking. It was much more convenient to wear trousers, which could protect her from being scratched. She could wear it in winter and summer and save money.

Her only skirt now is a dance costume, and two skirts made by her grandmother herself.

However, the old man was conservative and made skirts only to the calf. It is a clean and beautiful Republican style.

She really doesn't have any short skirts and shorts.

On the other hand, after scolding the vicious group, Zhao Nuancheng was also curious: "Why don't you wear it?"

Meng Ting said honestly: "I don't have a skirt." The one before the age of fourteen is not suitable.

"..."

Meng Ting's poverty is imminent.

She never thought of comparing food and clothing to school girls, and it was not easy for Shu's father to make money. No one in this world deserves to pay for whom. They said that speculation and gossip would not have any impact on her life.

It's not that others guess her legs are really ugly.

Meng Ting really didn't care, but Zhao Nuancheng was angry.

So angry.

It just can't do anything about them.

Zhao Nuancheng really wanted Meng Ting someday to wear a short skirt to surprise those people, but the master didn't cooperate.

The master girl happily finished a ten-point math problem, packed her schoolbag and was ready to go home.

Zhao Nuancheng took her arm and remembered the sour words she heard: "Listen, listen, when do you wear them, they are too much!" She was so naive, "Don't let you go without wearing them. "

Meng Ting had a smile in his eyes: "Do you really want to see it?"

Zhao Nuancheng nodded.

"Then I'm going to a dance competition on Friday night, do you want to come?" Meng Ting was also helpless, she was just a short skirt. It's still a very short tutu, ballet costume that can be seen with the thin and symmetrical thighs.

"..." It took a long time for Zhao Nuancheng to find her own voice, "Come on!" She never thought that Meng Ting could dance, dance and compete?

Zhao Nuancheng felt that she knew this seriously, and only knew that the school girl Meng Ting, who had no other strengths in studying, seemed not to be really Meng Ting woo woo woo!

She can dance!

Zhao Nuancheng asked lightly: "What else can you do besides dancing?"

Meng Ting thought for a while: "Playing the piano, knows a little violin, a little Chinese painting and chess." And simultaneous interpretation.

After her burns in her last life, her main focus was on English and she lived by.

Zhao Nuancheng: "..." Her worldview for more than a year has almost been subverted. What a fuck, it's just an almighty girl. She wanted to puff down on her knees. Is there anything you don’t know, fairy!

Meng Ting's luck was not so good. Due to the large number of people in the audition, she had time for the game until Friday night.

Meng Ting could only take time off to participate in the competition.

Zhao Nuancheng is also the head iron. She is a girl. In order to watch Meng Ting dance, she has thought of a strategy. She decided to hold her belly and harp the next Friday night. The teacher will definitely let her go.

However, Friday night self-study is a day for Jiang Ren to make up lessons.

So before the self-study class on Thursday afternoon evening, the red clouds of sunset dyed the horizon. Meng Ting went to the vocational high school for the first time to find Jiang Ren.

She intends to make up for him in advance, telling him that she has something on Friday, and see if he can make up on Thursday.

The environment of vocational high school is much better than that of the seventh middle school, and the greening is in place.

As soon as I entered the school, there were two rows of willow trees, and the summer willows had completely unfolded the paper. There are also a few tall young aspens with luxuriant branches.

The evening self-study in vocational high school is very watery. It is said that everyone gathers together to play. Because class has not yet started, the campus is full of basketball players, chatting, and cuddling.

Meng Ting did not come to vocational high school in this lively spot. When she practiced the piano, it was after they finished school.

The classmates of vocational high school have naturally never seen her at this point.

She sent a text message to Jiang Ren and waited under Xiao Baiyang.

At first, what was attractive was her clothes. The uniforms of No. 7 Middle School were ugly and eye-catching.

But later, I looked over and found that she was pretty.

A seventeen-year-old girl with fair complexion and beautiful, red clouds shining by her side, making people unable to turn their eyes. Not only is beautiful, but also very outstanding.

Many vocational high school girls like to dye their hair and pierce their ears. They are much more mature and charming than their peers, and they are not unsightly, but they are rarely so pure and lively. She just stood there, and many people watched it secretly.

I'm going, so good! At first glance, it looks like a good student.

Jiang Ren ignored the text message, he was writing a math problem assigned to him by Meng Ting.

He Junming took the time to take a glance.

At a glance, he was about to laugh madly: "Fuck hahaha Brother Ninja, what kind of remarks are you, it's numb."

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes, the phone screen in the desk box was on.

Sender-baby.

Jiang Ren suspected that he was wrong. However, the unique remarks told him that he was not wrong. He bent his lips and slapped He Junming on the back of his head: "What, I am happy."

After reading the text message, he didn't wait a moment, walked downstairs, and walked, he just ran up.

The wind blows on the cheeks at the end of May, and there are still fifteen minutes before class.

Half of the sky was dyed red by the setting sun. He crossed the playground and ran across the tree-lined path. I saw Meng Ting at a glance.

She waited for her under the music teacher.

The spider plant hangs down from the third floor, and the poplar tree stands tall. A boy stood in front of her, and that boy was talking to her.

She pursed her small mouth and shook her head.

The boy was reluctant to leave.

With a rosy halo on her porcelain-white skin, Meng Ting was eye-catching.

Jiang Ren was unhappy and died.

However, he never thought that that boy, in a sense, is also a cheeky himself. The same shameless courtship is no different in essence.

Jiang Ren was not polite, and took a few steps to grab the boy's collar, and sneered: "What are you talking about, also tell me to listen to Laozi."

The boy was dragged by the collar of his shirt: "Fuck!" Just about to get angry, he saw the visitor clearly and squatted: "Brother Ninja..."

The name of the school bully is not groundless.

In the entire vocational high school, some people didn't know the principal, but no one didn't know Jiang Ren.

Meng had a headache when he heard Jiang Ren angry.

He loses his temper at every turn, good or bad temper. The wind gently under the sunset, blowing the broken hair on her forehead.

The body of the young man stood in front of her, covering her tightly. Meng Ting was hesitant behind Jiang Ren, stretched out his little hand, and gently tugged at his clothes.

Are you safe?

Jiang Ren wore a black shirt with a simple white letter "J" on the right chest.

Jiang Ren was stunned by the light and fluttering strength on the shirt behind him, with the strength of a little cat, as if something suddenly exploded in his mind, and his heart was caught off guard.

Where no one could see, the girl shook her little hand gently.

At first, not many people noticed here, because class is about to start. But Jiang Ren was fierce when he came. Now watch several lively. I didn't dare to look at it openly, I was watching secretly.

Jiang Ren was fierce and wild, and he didn't have a good face in the first place. If this scene were in a TV series, it would be like a bully.

Jiang Ren is the bad villain.

Meng heard that he didn't feel it, so he shook it gently.

Meng Ting wanted to remind him, everyone is watching, you can stop it, bastard.

Her strength can't even match the summer breeze. It was like a feather scratching on the bone.

Starting from that place, the strange feeling spread, Jiang Ren's tail vertebrae were numb.

Is she... acting like a baby with him?

The boy couldn't see Meng Ting's movements, and he wanted to cry without tears: "Brother Shinobu, I didn't mean it, I just passed by. It's going to go to class, you can just let it go."

Then he saw hell, the school bully who was going to pierce the sky. The corners of the mouth should not be raised, the expression is weird, loose, let go?