When the Heroine Becomes Paranoid

    The sky is slightly bright, and the weather is still a little cool recently.

    Song Ci got up at six every day, washed briefly, took out a bag of toast from the refrigerator, and ate a slice.

    Yesterday's clothes were torn by Huang Weiwei. Song Ci is not a nostalgic person, so she threw it away when she got home.

    Song Ci looked at the balcony, her warm clothes were well hung on the balcony, the sun was shining, and she looked warm.

    She walked over, buried her face in her clothes, and took a deep breath.

      The fragrance of roses.

    Song Ci put away her clothes and prepared to take them to school to warm them up, although she was very reluctant.

    The wind in the early spring is much refreshing.

    Song Ci rubbed her eyes and looked at the warmth standing downstairs in disbelief.

    She was still in the same clothes as yesterday, smoking a cigarette, holding something in her hand, and standing in the rising sun, making Song Ci feel like she was still dreaming.

    Song Ci raised his hand and pinched his cheek, it was painful.

    She immediately took her schoolbag and clothes and ran downstairs.

     Wen Nuan heard the sound of hurriedly descending the stairs, looked up and saw Song Ci running down quickly.

    "Slow down." He whispered warmly.

    Song Ci stopped in front of Wennuan and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

    "Have you had breakfast yet?"

    Song Ci nodded: "I ate."

    "Have toast?"

    "Hmmmm."

    "How many?"

    "I'm not too hungry in the morning, so..." Song Ci was a little ashamed when asked.

    He sighed warmly: "I ate another slice and choked?"

    Song Ci pursed her lips and stopped talking.

    Look at her warmly so that you know the old problem is committed.

    Maybe living alone, Song Ci treats food casually, a piece of toast and a glass of water every morning, a very simple breakfast.

    During the first year of high school, Nuan Nuan would bring her an extra breakfast and let her eat more. Both lunch and dinner were eaten together by two people, so during the first year of high school, Song Ci was She raised white and fat.

    In the year she left, Song Ci lost a lot of weight, even thinner than when she first met her.

    Warm heart is very complicated, she finally gave Song Ci a chubby chubby, but in just one year, her girl suffered a lot.

    The most ridiculous thing is that most of her girl's suffering is from her.

    Warm looked at the gazebo on the grass on the right, "Go, go there."

    Song Ci was stunned, "Why?"

    "Have breakfast," Wen Nuan walked over and put the breakfast in the schoolbag on the table, "I haven't eaten yet, you can eat with me."

    Song Ci looked at the breakfast on the table, there are many styles, sweet soy milk, custard buns, siu Mai and Linglong Pavilion's crab yellow dumplings.

    They are all breakfast styles that Nuan used to buy, and they are all her favorites.

    Warm put the soy milk into the tube and hand it to Song Ci, "Drink it, it's sweet."

    Song Cikan only bought a cup, "How about yours?"

    Warmly glanced at Song Ci with a strange look, "Can you finish drinking alone?"

    The store's small cups of soy milk were sold out, so she could only buy a large cup of soy milk, which happened to be for two people.

    A small cup of soy milk is enough for Song Ci's meal.

    Song Ci's eyes flashed: "Would you like to... drink with me?"

    "Well, you can't finish this cup. If I don't drink it, won't I waste it?"

    "Only one straw?" Song Ci saw that there were no extra straws in the other packaging bags.

    Warmly raised her eyelids, "Dislike me?"

    "No dislike," Song Ci smiled and said hurriedly, "It's too late to like it."

    Warmly paused, "Eat first, then go to school."

    Song Ci sat aside, "Okay."

    The system made a sound: [That, the blackening value has decreased, let me tell you, now the heroine's blackening value is 8! 】

    The warmth has no appetite, so I put down my chopsticks after eating some xiaolongbao, and looked at the soy milk handed over.

    She glanced at Song Ci, lowered her head and took a sip with a straw.

    Seeing that Wennuan really drank, Song Ci raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took the soy milk and drank it gently.

    Until the end of the meal, neither of them said anything.

    I didn't eat it when it was warm, everything went into Song Ci's stomach.

    A large glass of soy milk, Song Ci took a sip, and then gave her another sip.

     Warm picked up the **** and threw it into the trash can outside the pavilion.

    "Let's go." Wen Nuan took Song Ci's schoolbag, feeling a little heavy, "What do you have in it?"

    Song Ci: "Book."

    With this weight, Wen Nuan thought Song Ci had a brick.

    "What book is so heavy?" Wen Nuan opened the bag and took it out for a look.

    "Cambridge IELTS Zhenti", "IELTS Writing", "Speaking Materials" and other special thick textbooks.

     Looking at the titles of these books warmly, there is an inexplicable light in his eyes.

    Song Ci thought Nuan would ask her, but she didn't say anything, put the book back again, and walked in front with her schoolbag on her back.

    "Warm, why are you downstairs in my house this morning?" Song Ci asked tentatively.

    Is she waiting for her? !

    Just passing by.

    But the warm community and Taizhou Mansion are separated by two streets, it is impossible to pass by.

     Warm hands in pockets, fingers playing with cigarette sticks, "Wait for you."

    Song Ci raised her eyes: "Wait for me? Wait for me... why? Is there something wrong?"

    "Is there anything else I need to do while I wait for you?"

    She breathed a sigh of relief and said warmly, "It's nothing, I just want to go to school with you."

    "You want to go to school with me...?" Song Ci repeated in disbelief.

    He nodded warmly and said, "I want to go to school with you, just like before, let's have breakfast and go to school together, okay?"

    Song Ci's lips trembled, choked for a while, and then slowly said hoarsely: "...Okay."

    Is she dreaming?

    If this is a dream, can she plead not to wake up for the rest of her life? !

    He looked at her sparkling eyes with tears.

    She raised her hand, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, seemed to compromise, and said with pity, "...you little crying bag."

    "Let's go to school." Wen Nuan took her hand.

    The two went to school together hand in hand, causing a big commotion in the third middle school.

    They are now very confused about the relationship between Zhao Nuan and Song Ci.

    In their perception, Zhao Nuan likes Lu Yi, and Lu Yi likes Song Ci, so Song Ci and Zhao Nuan are rivals in love!

    Should they be old and dead, or Zhao Nuan unilaterally punish Song Ci?

    They imagined a lot of results for the relationship between the two, but there is absolutely no result. One day, Zhao Wennuan and Song Ci, who are in love with each other, walk into the gate of the campus, it seems very special Well, it's quite harmonious and... well suited? !

    It's outrageous!

    Song Ci didn't care about other people's eyes, and still held Zhao Nuan's hand tightly, even if the palms of the two were already wet, as long as Nuan didn't take the initiative to let go, she would not let go.

    Arrived in the class, Wen Nuan let go of the two of them, put the schoolbag on Song Ci's table, turned around and walked to his seat.

    Song Ci watched her leave, and just as she was about to open her mouth, she saw Wen Nuan bring everything on her table.

    "This...this is?" Song Ci looked at the warmth in surprise.

    Warm put things on the table next to Song Ci, "I'm not used to it."

    Song Ci wondered: "What are you not used to?"

    "I'm not used to not having you by my side." Wen Nuan sat aside and touched the chair of the classmate in front, "Move forward, where do you raise pigs in such a big place?!"

    The person in front was startled and quickly pulled the stool forward.

     Warm pushed the table forward, and by the way, pushed Song Ci's forward too, aligning the tables of the two.

    "Why are you looking at me?" Wen Nuan pulled Song Ci down, "Sit down, it's time for class."

    Song Ci blinked and said uncertainly: "I just... just a little can't believe it?"

    The warm face was a little uncomfortable: "Don't believe what?"

    "I don't believe we can get so close," Song Ci looked at the hands that were still clenched, and she asked with difficulty, "Warm, can I think...you do These actions... are representative of..."

    "Hey? Sister Zhao, why did you run behind to do it?" Zhang Wei walked into the class and saw Zhao Nuan running to the back, and shouted directly.

    Song Ci was interrupted by Zhang Wei's shout.

    "Why? Where do I go without your consent?" Wen Nuan looked at Song Ci, "What did you want to say?"

    Song Ci was about to open his mouth when Zhang Wei leaned over and said with a hilarious smile: "Sister Zhao, can I also move over? ?"

    Zhang Wei dares to say a few words to Nuan now, and he thinks Zhao Nuan is a good person. As long as you don't provoke her, she is quite kind.

    Yan Ni suddenly raised her hand and said, "I want to go too."

    Warmly looked at the two people at the front table now, and pouted: "I don't care, it depends on whether they are happy or not?"

    Before Zhang Wei's lobbying, the two people at the front table immediately stood up and packed their things, as if there were dangerous beasts behind them.

    Warm: "..."

    It doesn't have to be so obvious!

    Zhang Wei and Yan Ni became the front desk of Wennuan and Song Ci as they wished.

    Yan Ni gave everyone a cup of milk tea, "This is a new flavor, sea salt and cheese, it's delicious, you can try it."

    Zhang Wei took four cups, looked around, his eyes fell on Yan Ni, "Let's go, let's go to the bubble."

    Yan Ni nodded: "Okay."

    Warm turned to Song Ci and continued to ask, "What did you want to say?"

    Song Ci looked at the hands they were still holding and asked softly, "We... so... are we together?"

    In a word, her heartbeat was thundering and she was frightened.

    The warmth this morning made her confused, and her active approach made her think that the warmth accepted her, but she was afraid that it was just her own wishful thinking.

    Song Ci didn't want to be so worried, she didn't care what her identity was, as long as she could be by the warm side and get a warm affirmation.

    Nuannuan didn't expect Song Ci to confirm what she did. Just as she was about to answer, Zhang Wei and Yan Ni came over with four cups of milk tea.

    "It's ready." Zhang Wei put the milk tea in front of Wennuan and Song Ci, "The milk tea Nizi bought this time is so fragrant, I was greedy when I rushed it."

    "Well, this is a new flavor, of course it's delicious." Yan Ni raised her chin, "Quick, Song Ci, warm, can you try it?"

    Song Ci took a sip, nodded and said, "It's delicious and sweet."

    The subtle umami of sea salt is perfectly covered by the sweetness of cheese, making it very fragrant.

    Warm pushes her milk tea to Song Ci, "Here it to you."

    Yan Ni paused: "Warm, don't you like this flavor? I have other flavors here, do you want to drink it?"

    "No, I don't drink milk tea," Wen Nuan looked at Song Ci, "You drink it."

    There is nothing she does not like to eat, and she also likes to drink milk tea.

    So, she gave it to her on purpose.

    Song Ci raised a small smile and took the warm cup.

    Warm and Song Ci have a good relationship, Yan Ni naturally knows that she really doesn't like drinking milk tea if she wants to come to Nuan, so she didn't insist, just the teacher came and started to talk about yesterday's quiz papers.

    Warm, having nothing to do, took out the comics from the schoolbag and read it.

    Where did you see it last time?

    The system prompts: [Before we left, we saw the 520th chapter, which is the one from "The Beginning of the War". 】

    "....." raised a warm brow, "How did you know?"

    [When you read comics in class, I didn't care, so I read it with you. 】

    Warm turned to chapter five hundred and twentieth, and watched with relish.

    The teacher spoke passionately on the podium, and the teacher listened very seriously, played games, played games, had meals, and supplemented sleep. The whole class was unusually harmonious.

    Song Ci rubbed her stomach. She ate a little too much this morning, and drank two cups of milk tea, her stomach felt uncomfortable.

    Slightly uncomfortable.

    Suddenly, a warm hand was placed on her stomach, rubbing slowly clockwise.

    Song Ci looked at Wennuan in surprise, Wennuan put down the cartoon, and sighed: "Don't eat if you can't eat, don't drink if you can't, don't you feel uncomfortable now?"

    Song Ci pouted, showing an aggrieved expression.

    This little appearance is exactly the same as Yu Jiayi.

    "They" are indeed one person.

    "Continue listening to the class, I'll give you a rub."

    Song Ci has no intention of listening to the class now. She has full marks on this paper, and listening to the teacher's topic is of little significance. At this time, what attracts her the most is the warmth and the warm palm on her stomach.

    She took a deep breath and continued to ask the question that she didn't get an answer to, "Are we together like this?"

    The movement on his stomach stopped, he sighed warmly, glanced at the time, and put away the comics.

    Seeing her like this, Song Ci felt nervous, and quickly said, "I...I won't ask."

    "No," Wen Wen raised his chin, "bring your math book here."

    Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then gave the book to the past, "What's wrong?"

    Warm opened the math book and stood in front of the two of them. Many students in front deliberately erected the book and pretended to read the book, but they were secretly doing little things underneath.

    Song Ci didn't know, so I just felt a tightness around my waist, looking at the warmth and leaning down, the fragrance in my mouth was even more lingering.

    Warmly held her lower lip and replied in a low voice, "Well, we're together."

    The author has something to say: warm: put a seal, we are together.

     (Put down Pinru's wardrobe, we are still good friends.)

    Author: I am not arrogant.