MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 39 framed

"I'll see you off, Tang Xia."

Outside the school gate, Fu Han pushed his bicycle, looked up at the dark sky above his head, then turned to Tang Xia and said.

The No. 17 bus that Tang Xia often took, the last bus was gone after 6:00 p.m. At that time, the subway was not yet in full operation, and the bus lines were not perfect. Basically, there were no cars to take very early.

Usually it doesn't matter, but today Luo Yaoqiu dragged on for a long time, and it was too late to have such a fight with Han Yu.

Tang Xia thought for a while, then nodded, "Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Although my community is only a 10-minute drive from the school, it takes about half an hour to walk, which is too long.

Yu Man took off the fleece cap on her head and put it on Tang Xia, "If Han Yu dares to bully you again, just tell me, I promise to find someone to beat him until he doesn't know himself."

Fu Han said leisurely from the side: "Don't worry, don't bother Miss Yu to do it herself, I won't obey anyone who dares to bully our Class Ten."

Yu Man laughed out loud.

Tang Xia was amused, "Why didn't I know you knew such an awesome person?"

Yu Man choked, but instead straightened her back, as if emboldened, "I know you!" She glanced back and forth, racking her brains to figure out who she knew who was as powerful as Tan Xiao, and in the end she had a flash of inspiration, and she was determined. Said, "I know Qin Yuan!"

She blushed as soon as the words came out, but fortunately, the sky was dark, Tang Xia and Fu Han should not be able to see it.

Speaking of Qin Yuan, Yu Man was slightly lost in thought.

After school started early, she no longer had time to go to the hospital, and she didn't know how Qin Yuan's injury was doing now.

But she heard that he hasn't come to class yet, so he probably hasn't recovered yet.

Also, a second fracture sounds like a serious injury.

"Oh—" Tang Xia dragged out her tone, and her tone was teasing, "It's alright, alright, I don't know you yet? Go back, and there are more," she paused, took off the hat on her head again, and buckled it with her backhand On Yu Man's head, "Put it on, bye."

After the girl finished speaking, she jumped onto the back seat of Fu Han's bicycle and waved at Yu Man.

The latter stood at the school gate, looking at the heavy night, the figures of the two of them were enveloped in an instant, and they gradually drifted away.

She got on her bicycle and drove in the opposite direction.

The weather is still not getting warmer, and the cold wind blowing on the body is still so biting.

Fu Han was tall and tall, which protected Tang Xia a lot from the chill, and he pedaled the car very fast all the way.

The roads on both sides were deserted, and cars passed by from time to time, and the bright headlights shone on the two of them, like the spotlight on the stage, very eye-catching.

"Tang Xia."

Facing the wind, Fu Han suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Huh?" She was very quiet, as if thinking about something, she answered softly.

"Can you tell me?" Fu Han hesitated, but finally asked out loud, "Of course it's okay if you don't want to, it's okay, I don't mind." He thought for a while and added.

Tang Xia pursed her lips, raised her head, and squinted at the back of the young man who was close at hand.

He is really tall.

Visually, it was even higher than Han Yu.

"Actually, it's nothing," Tang Xia said in a low voice, "Maybe there is some misunderstanding." She said, slowly explaining the cause and effect.

If Fu Han hadn't helped her today, Tang Xia probably wouldn't have told him because she couldn't save face.

The less people know about it, the better.

Fu Han listened, his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

"Han Yu didn't understand the situation at all and wronged you?"

Tang Xia shrugged, helplessly, "You have also seen it now, few of them know the truth, and these few people are unlikely to inform the teacher."

"But it's not you either." Fu Han said solemnly.

"It's really not me. I handed over the self-criticism to the teacher. There's no need to do that." Tang Xia was depressed, "But after thinking about it, I really can't figure it out."

Fu Han was silent for a moment, and said, "Do you think Han Yu did it himself?"

"What?" Tang Xia didn't understand for a while.

"Actually, no one complained at all. It was Han Yu who admitted it himself, and then—"

Before finishing speaking, Tang Xia interrupted in surprise, "Impossible, impossible," she said, with an unbelievable expression on her face, "He's not that boring! Besides, if he voluntarily admits, Teacher Luo won't be so angry To issue a punishment, it is clear that someone made a small report."

"Then who do you think it could be?" Fu Han nodded, feeling reasonable.

"I can't think of it," Tang Xia said honestly, "It's also strange. It doesn't make sense for someone to deliberately make some moths to make Han Yu doubt me, right?" Where did I offend someone.

"Not necessarily," Fu Han said sharply, thoughtfully, "Here we are, Tang Xia."

He stepped on the ground with one foot for support, and the girl jumped out of the back seat briskly.

"Thank you, Fu Han," Tang Xia thanked, waving his hands as he walked into the community, "Be careful on the road, see you tomorrow."

Fu Han nodded and watched her go in.

Unexpectedly, the girl paused, turned her head to look at him again, and said slowly—

"We've only been in the same class for over a week, so it shouldn't be possible to frame me, right?"

Tang Xia seemed to be talking to Fu Han, and also seemed to... persuade herself.

Fu Han was stunned, and then gave a soft "hmm" for a while.

"Goodbye." The girl smiled, trotted and disappeared.

The boy waited silently in the wind.

After a while, he turned the front of the car and stomped on the bicycle all the way.

He had to find out about this matter, and he couldn't go on being so vague.

On the other side, Tang Xuan asked Tang Xia strangely: "Why is it so late today, I want to go to school to find you."

"The teacher delayed the class, and my classmates sent me back." Tang Xia took off her shoes and asked, "By the way, brother, are you going back to school tomorrow?"

Tang Xuan served her a meal, "Yes, the car in the afternoon."

Tang Xia let out an "oh", and suddenly felt empty in her heart.

Then it's all by myself again.

She had a quick meal, then went into the bedroom to do her homework. Today is a heavy task, so hurry up.

When it was nearly 11 o'clock, Tang Xia was very sleepy, and planned to take a bath and rest first. When she turned on the hot water and lowered her head to wash her face, she realized that there were still black stains on the palms of her hands that had been stained by the ink during the day.

Tang Xia rubbed her hands under the water, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wash them off. She squeezed the hand sanitizer, wiped it with a towel, and almost tore the skin, but the black stain only faded a little.

She had no choice but to give up.

After a few days, this trace will always fade away, and after a few days, it will be invisible.

The palms were rubbed red, and even felt a little hot.

It's like an ugly imprint, although it can disappear after many years, but the glare at the beginning will still be deeply remembered. And I will never forget the effort I used up when I wanted to erase it.

How tough.

That's how profound it is.