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Published at 21st of November 2022 06:56:39 AM


Chapter 8

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Chapter 8 Charming Little Milk Candy is Actually Green Tea Flavored (8)

There was one self-study class still left in the afternoon.

Bi Ming took a bite of the creamy chestnut rice stick that Tang Bei stuffed to her, and the tip of her rosy tongue stretched out, and lightly licked off a little bit of debris from her lips.

Original translations are posted on puretl.com —Do not re post, do not steal.  

It was obviously a temptation, but the movements were brisk like a small animal, with a bit of playfulness unique to a girl.

Pei Jingshuo held her face sideways, unaware that he had been staring at the girl for a long time.

Bi Ming was well aware of the importance of atmosphere and stared at her biology book with her eyes fixed as if she didn't notice the burning gaze on her side.

The pull between men and women has a lot of details that need to be paid attention to.

The first step is to control the rhythm, things too easy to get will always give people a "cheap" feeling.

What Bi Ming wants is not "fast food" feeling that they can be together on impulse for three or five days. But the most simple and pure feeling of a teenager, love, so it will take a little more work.

In order to train the precious little sister Yin Han to be her most loyal vicious dog, Bi Ming is very patient.

In the eyes of others, the girl's cheeks were flushed with a light red due to the heat from the temperature. The cheeks of the girl who answered the questions quietly and well were cute, her nose bridge seemed to be coated with a beautiful halo, and her eyelashes were drooping, like a quiet black flower, covering her eyes a bit like she was contemplating the subject.

It looked softer than Monet's oil paintings.

When Pei Jingshuo usually arrives at the self-study class, he either sleeps or slips away, he rarely picks up a pen and paper, but at this moment, without writing a word, his eyes are looking at his deskmate with impunity.

It's just that the atmosphere which was so good that even the atmosphere knew it would soon be broken by Ran Le in front, as he suddenly turned his head and said

"Shuo Shuo, do you want to fight tonight?"

"!" The black-haired boy glanced sharply at his friend, full of annoyance.

Seeing his friend's posture, Ran Le couldn't help but lean back with a "squeak" and cold sweat oozing from his back.

Bi Ming also raised her eyes, very puzzled.

"Fight you..." Pei Jingshuo was about to scold him, but he swallowed the second half of the sentence as if he was worried, "Ran Le, I have nobody to beat. "

"Brother, don't mess with me!" Ran Le saw that he was so angry that he was rubbing his fists and rubbing his hands, and quickly looked at Bi Ming, "Math class representative, please take care of him!"

Bi Ming was confused, but seeing Pei Jingshuo's dark face, she could only persuade him softly: "Wait a minute. The squad leader remembers everybody's name, be careful." 

This was a very clever sentence.

If Bi Ming's mouth was indiscriminate and said something like "Don't hit people", then Pei Jingshuo's temper would probably be blocked.

But what she said was, "Be careful," and her position changed instantly.

Pei Jingshuo was like a cat with frizzy fur. After being smoothed out by the owner, he immediately withdrew from the attacking state.

"You care about me so much ?" He raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes locked on her.

Bi Ming "nervously" looked away: "Who, who cares about you? If the squad leader deducts points, our class will be punished." 

Her voice was very fast as if she was deliberately covering up something.

"Oh, that's it." Seeing that she didn't dare to look at him, Pei Jingshuo couldn't help lift his brows and suddenly burst into a smile.

Ran Le, who was eavesdropping, breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he wouldn't be beaten.

This world really was "One thing down one thing up". He didn't expect the math class representative to suppress the big devil with just two words.

In fact, for Bi Ming, this was a very simple thing.

Because Pei Jingshuo is like a cold and sensitive little leopard, as long as she touches his fur, he is still very good.

After a while, the little leopard was lying on the table, sniffing the faint fragrance of jasmine flowers on it, and narrowed his eyes lazily.

For some reason, he always smelled a soothing smell when he was next to the girl.

In this regard, Bi Ming can only say that it is the charm of money.

After all, an expensive perfume specially designed for girls only needs a little spray behind the ears and wrists, enough to linger for hours and to confuse straight men into thinking they are sitting next to a little fairy with her own body fragrance.

When the girls were still discussing which brand of shower gel is better or spraying themselves with a mess of adult perfumes, Bi Ming had already selected the most suitable fragrance for the original owner. She chose a  scented bath and body milk to bring out the pure beauty of this body.

Only by carefully designing every detail of the body, can the "personality" be shaped impeccably. Bi Ming has a lot of experience in this, not to mention that the original owner was in the youth of cardamom, and she was young and beautiful no matter how she dressed.

The light of the setting sun spilled into the classroom from the open window, and a jumping orange halo enveloped her side face, her long and curly eyelashes drooped gently, and the raised hair at her ears fell in a messy way. But she didn't notice it at all, but held the pen intently and left graceful handwriting on the practice paper.

The boy's half-squinted eyes kept this scene in mind.

There were always rustling conversation sounds in the self-study class, but he couldn't hear anything except the rustling sound of her writing.

Original translations are posted on puretl.com —Do not re post, do not steal.  ***

After a week the annual school sports meeting starts.

In her previous life, Yin Han remembered that it was this school sports meeting that promoted the love affair between Pei Jingshuo and Ruan Xiaoan.

Ruan Xiaoan was not good at sports, but she was assumed to be a strong woman and was selected for an endurance run of 1,200 meters. During the game, she exhausted her physical strength and fell down in the middle of the game, and was carried to the school doctor's office by Pei Jingshuo, who was watching the game.

News of those two dating soon came out.

This time, Yin Han made up her mind to grab this long-distance running opportunity back.

However, as soon as she entered the classroom, she saw a scene that made her want to roll her eyes.

In the aisle of the last row, there was a boy holding a homework book and had a soft smile on his face, and the girl who was standing beside him on tiptoe couldn't grab her homework back and was flushed with pink cheeks.

In her impression, Pei Jingshuo has never been so different to the opposite sex, and neither did he have had such childish manifestations.

She hooked her lips mockingly. Is this the unique magnetic field between male and female protagonists?

"Is it fun to rob me of my math homework, Pei Jingshuo?"

"I asked you to lend me a copy, but who told you not to." The boy looked down at Bi Ming, who was in front of him and tapped her on the head with the homework book.

Bi Ming covered her head, narrowed her eyes, and took two steps forward: "Give it back to me!" While speaking, her foot "unintentionally" stepped on the boy's shoe.

"Hey—" Pei Jingshuo gasped, took two steps back, and snatched back the things in his hand.

"I'm sorry..." The girl blinked worriedly, holding her homework book very innocently, "I...was in a hurry...Are you okay?"

Pei Jingshuo finally managed to say two words: "It's okay. ." He must not trouble her on purpose, or because of his own cheapness.

Ran Le, who was watching the exciting show from the front row, silently gave Bi Ming a thumbs up.

Bi Ming pursed her lips and seemed a little guilty: "That... Pei Jingshuo, if it hurts, I… I have safflower oil in my bag."

"No, it's not a big problem." The teenager lost his cool face. His snow-white limited edition sneakers had a dark black footprint, and his face was a little stinky.

After a while, he felt his arm being poked.

Turning his head, a small and portable bottle of safflower oil lay beside him, with a small note under it.

A pink post-it note, from the first glance he knew it was from his deskmate.

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