MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 8 anxiety

During lunch, Tang Xia was listless and had no appetite.

"Do you think Zhao Huan will make trouble for Gu Qing? Like what he did to Qu Sisi last time?" Tao Jiaqi said in a worried tone as he picked up his meal.

Yu Man sighed, "Obviously, they all came to our class just now," she said as she tapped Tang Xia's dinner plate with her chopsticks, "I have to find a way, I can't sit still and wait for death."

"The key is that Gu Qing is holding back in her heart and won't tell us." Tang Xia's headache is this.

Now the homeroom teacher has learned something about the situation, and heard that Zhao Huan was severely warned because of the toilet incident last time. If she wants to take the college entrance examination next year, then she can't cause trouble.

So what Tang Xia hopes to solve first is Gu Qing's emotional problems.

"Yes, I ate all the meals alone." Tao Jiaqi said quietly.

The next day, Gu Qing asked for leave.

Looking at the empty seats, Tang Xia took the weekly physics exam paper handed by the monitor.

92 points.

Only 2 points above the passing mark.

Before she could sigh, the monitor handed over another test paper—

"Gu Qing's, you can put it on the table for her."

"Oh." Tang Xia nodded, and glanced at it while taking it.

87 points.

Tang Xia was shocked.

Did the physics class rep fail the physics exam? !

Gently folding up the test paper, Tang Xia stuffed it into Gu Qing's desk drawer.

What has she been through the past few days?

Tang Xia didn't see Gu Qing for two days, and when she came to class, it was already Friday.

Tang Xia actually had no physics homework to copy that morning, but for some reason, she couldn’t find something to chat with, so she forced herself to smile—

"Gu Qing, can you borrow me to copy your homework?"

Gu Qing still wears a neat ponytail, and his forehead is smooth, just like before.

"I'm sorry, Tang Xia," she raised her eyes, her eyes were black and blue, and she was very haggard, "I didn't do it."

Gu Qing's voice was hoarse, which made people feel distressed.

Tang Xia froze for a moment, then thought that she just came to school, and it was normal that she didn't do her homework.

"fine."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to chat a few more words, but Gu Qing had already lowered her head, and was quietly rehearsing her English practice.

Tang Xia silently closed her mouth, feeling empty in her heart.

In the last class, the teacher talked about the number sequence impassionedly, and the students below secretly packed their schoolbags, and when the get out of class bell rang, they threw themselves into the warm embrace of the weekend.

Tang Xia reached into the drawer and touched the birthday present that was going to be given to Gu Qing later.

I really hope that Gu Qing can get rid of the influence of troubles as soon as possible, and return to the self-confident, proud and free-spirited her before.

After the teacher introduced the last problem-solving method, he walked away with unfinished steps.

The class became lively in an instant.

Tang Xia gestured at Yu Man, turned around, and before he had time to call Gu Qing, he saw the latter put his schoolbag on his back and left in a hurry through the back door.

"Gu Qing!" Tang Xia became anxious, jumped up from his seat, and chased him out of the classroom.

But Gu Qing didn't stop in his footsteps, and even trotted, disappeared from Tang Xia's sight, and left the school gate in an instant.

Yu Man was carrying the gift bag, and lay on Tang Xia's shoulder in disappointment.

"It was prepared a week earlier, but it still couldn't be delivered today."

Tang Xia pursed her lips, the uneasiness in her heart that lasted for a week suddenly intensified.

That night.

"Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later. Sorry..."

Tang Xia threw away her mobile phone, lay down on the bed weakly, and buried her face deeply in the bed.

She made at least seventeen or eight phone calls, but Gu Qing never answered.

Tang Xia thought about it quietly for a while, then shifted her gaze from the phone to the delicate gift bag on the desk.

She sat up again, biting her lower lip while thinking, while slowly editing the text message.

Tang Xia thought about the content of the text message for a long time, but when it was time to send it, it was still deleted until only two sentences remained—

"Gu Qing, happy birthday."

"Be happy, no matter what happens, we will be with you."

Seeing that the text message was successfully sent before 0 o'clock, Tang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the light and got under the covers, pinching the phone and waiting for Gu Qing to reply.

Even just a "thank you" is fine.

At least reassure her.

But Tang Xia accidentally fell asleep, and accidentally fell asleep until nearly 11 noon. Hurriedly, he took out his cell phone from under the quilt, and his disappointment and worry flooded in like a flood.

Gu Qing did not reply to the text message.

Tang Xia didn't have Gu Qing's address, so she could only rub her eyes and hurriedly leave messages to her on various social software.

But Tang Xia saw that Gu Qing's QQ profile picture was gray, and the last post was a week ago.

With all kinds of guesses in mind, Tang Xia brushed her teeth, washed her face, ate, and absent-mindedly did her day's homework.

Until Sunday afternoon, Tang Xia made a total of 33 calls to Gu Qing, sent 8 text messages, and left 14 messages.

For the first time in her life she longed for Monday.

"Xiao Xia, Dad is out shopping, what would you like for dinner?" Tang Zhihai knocked on the door and came in.

Tang Xia put down her pen, "Dad, let's go together, I want to relax."

Tang Zhihai nodded, "Let's go, we should take a break, it's not good to be bored doing homework all day long."

Tang Xia closed the book, put on her environmental bag, changed her shoes, and followed her father out.

There is a large supermarket near the community. The father and daughter picked some vegetables and fish in the supermarket without going far.

While Tang Zhihai was looking at the fruit, Tang Xia ran aside and picked up instant food.

I had several meals of tomato beef brisket noodles last week, so I needed a change.

Tang Xia wandered back and forth, then went to the refrigerated area to buy yogurt to nourish her stomach.

As soon as she turned the corner, she stood still.

The teenager had shed his drab school uniform for a simple black pullover. The sweater has a high collar, and it fits softly against his clean chin, making the skin rendered white and delicate by the lights of the supermarket.

He is picking yogurt.

Holding a bottle in one hand, the fingertips are like shell jade, exquisite and translucent.

For some reason, Tang Xia didn't plan to say hello.

But before she left, Han Yu seemed to feel the prying eyes and turned around slowly.

He was only a few meters away from her.

Tang Xia was extremely embarrassed, and said something in a low voice—

"Hi."

Han Yu didn't answer.

Tang Xia wondered if she would be rude if she walked away now?

"The tenth class?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Tang Xia felt that Han Yu's tone was mixed with the uncomfortable air-conditioning in the cold storage area

"…right."

He probably remembered her drawing the curtains.

"Oh," Han Yu said indifferently, and finally looked at Tang Xia again, and slowly bent the corners of his lips, "I remember you, when you were silent last time."

Tang Xia was taken aback, caught off guard by Han Yu's words.

God remembers this?

Of course, Tang Xia's shock didn't last for a few seconds.

"And Monday at noon."

Han Yu faintly spit out the next sentence.

"..."

Tang Xia doesn't consider politeness or impoliteness anymore, the male **** should watch from a distance, don't try to get to know each other.

It was only after Tang Xia went back that day that she realized that she should ask Han Yu about Qu Sisi and Gu Qing. But she also felt that according to Han Yu's temperament, maybe he wouldn't answer at all.

He's pretty aloof.