Yuncheng Scenery

[Quiet and gentle sweet girl x venomous and sultry handsome guy] Copywriting one: A transfer student came to Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School that day. She was a standard southern girl, sweet and sweet, but the teacher arranged for her to sit at the table behind Su Jue. Everyone expressed sympathy for her and said mysteriously: "Half of the honor roll and half of the violators belong to him." "He was the one who gave a speech on behalf of the outstanding students, and he was also the one who came on stage to review." "Su Jue is famous for his bad temper..." Jiang Yiyu shook his head and said, "I will stay away from him and won't offend him." Su Jue stood behind and raised his eyebrows when he heard this. At the annual sports meeting, Jiang Yiyu, with the hope of the whole class, ran 800 meters with all his strength. At the end, he suffered from hypoglycemia and fell to the ground. But at this moment, the drone that was filming the whole process focused its lens on her. During the big-screen broadcast, almost half of the school saw that the legendary cold, arrogant and indifferent university tyrant Su Jue took out a pack of Wangzi steamed buns from his pocket, squatted next to him and fed it to her mouth. All discussions revolve around these two topics. "Su Jue loves to eat Wangzi steamed buns???" "What's the relationship between them???" I thought I had discovered some secret, but everyone in my class was spreading rumors that the two of them competed for the top spot in the rankings every time they took the test. This was a competitive relationship between top students, and their brainwashing speed was comparable to that of a fish cub. After the college entrance examination, the class planned to have a dinner together. That night, someone saw it from a distance. Su Jie hid under the tree and kissed the girl in his arms quietly. Copywriting two: Jiang Yiyu has understood since she was a child that she will never truly own anything, and only by being obedient will she not be given up. Father Jiang: "Your brother wants your paintbrush. You give it to him first, and I will buy it for you next time." The result, of course, was nothing. On his younger brother's birthday, Jiang Yiyu put on a newly bought pink coat. Stepmother: "Your cousin looks better in this dress than you, and she likes it too. You can wear it for her." She changed back into a bloated down jacket. It was also this day that my excellent and beautiful cousin fell in love with someone. The boy was sitting on the sofa in the private room, looking at his mobile phone. He was dressed in black and kept away from strangers. The cousin was confident in her appearance and went to ask for her contact information. Jiang Yiyu followed with his head lowered, boredom written all over his face. When faced with the conversation, Su Jue didn't respond. He only tilted his head, as if he disliked his cousin for blocking his view, and said with unclear meaning: "Jiang Yiyu, you told me that you were writing a question." Jiang Yiyu was so excited that he ran away. The cousin asked: "Do you know him? Give me his friend." The always sensible Jiang Yiyu rejected her this time, "No." Even though the stepmother was held accountable, she was not given the responsibility in the end. Later, Jiang Yiyu put his hands against his face, leaning on him to cool down, "Su Jue, you are mine." "Yeah." He smiled. During the Chinese New Year, relatives saw it. In their eyes, Jiang Yi, who was obedient and sensible, rushed ahead and said, "Stay away from me." The boy who looked very irritable took her hand and coaxed her in a good voice: "Don't be angry..." Ps: There is no emotional or affectionate description before adulthood. ——— Play a preview of "Yingying is not a coward" [Nasty guy x hard-mouthed cum] He Tingyun lives up to his name. He has never suffered any hardship in life since he was born, and he was willful and willful until he transferred to a small town in his second year of high school. The equipment there was backward, the tables and chairs were rusty and old, and even the water dispenser was from ten years ago. However, he adapted well and became as familiar as if he had lived here for seventeen years. However, his new deskmate did not like to talk to others. He asked several times but received no response, so he had to joke, "Are you a little fairy or a little mute?" Deng Ying has a beautiful appearance, like a pearl under the gray sky, but word of mouth tells her not that she always ranks first in grades, but that she suffered from aphasia in her freshman year of high school because her friend transferred to another school. She thought that her school days would be spent studying and saving money, and the long nights would never end, quiet and heavy, day after day, until a transfer student came into the class in her sophomore year of high school. She hates him, hates his so-called talent, hates his tireless optimism, hates that his parents always care about him, hates the closer contact, hates him forcing her to talk, hates him leaving without saying goodbye. Yes, he left again, silently, as suddenly as when he came, leaving only unfinished papers and unfinished books. Deng Ying's life finally returned to peace. She was extremely happy, and finally no one could compete with her for first place. But the good times didn't last long, and they met again, this time when she was in college. The student who needed tutoring suddenly changed. Deng Ying had no expression on her face, not a trace of surprise, as if she was just a stranger. He Tingyun leaned against a piano, his eyes locked on her whole body, "What? You don't recognize me anymore?" "I don't know." She was still so calm. It was raining lightly outside, and even in this bustling city, the sky was gray. The piano keys rang twice as he casually pressed his fingertips, which was not clear among the sounds of rain. Deng Ying looked away under his gaze and turned to leave. He Tingyun smiled and stood in front of her, "It's so sad. I listen to the songs you hum to put me to sleep every day." "Stay away from me." "So strong?" Deng Ying struggled to raise her right hand that was clenched by him and raised her eyebrows, "Who?" He only curled his lower lip. Ps: It's probably a story about two people who hate each other gradually coming to their senses as they grow up, huh (＾∇＾) Intention: Study hard and make progress every day