He’s so Flirty - Chapter 52

After Shen Liang finished speaking, the students in Class 6 left the stadium one after another. Qin Qing, who was sitting in the first row, never said a word.

Wen Yufeng, who was sitting next to the girl, didn’t urge, so she leaned back on the chair quietly, waiting for the girl to finish thinking about it by herself.

When Qin Qing returned to her senses, there were not a few people left near or far in the huge sports field.

“Ah, I’m sorry…” Qin Qing quickly turned to her side, “I’m distracted, did you take your time?”

“I’m not going in a hurry, it’s okay.”

Wen Yufeng took the conversation and raised his eyes, “What was thinking of just now?”

Qin Qing hesitated: “I’m thinking, should I choose the essay or the rationale…”

After a short pause, Qin Qing looked at Wen Yufeng: “Do you also think I should choose science?”

Wen Yufeng didn’t answer directly, he muttered for two seconds before looking at the far ahead–

Separated by a large sports field, the audience seat on the opposite side was empty, and all the sights I looked at seemed to be blocked in this playground, and there was no way out.

Wen Yufeng withdrew his sight.

“I remember you told me that you enjoy the fun of overcoming mathematical problems and finding the most convenient or novel method, but you also like the joy of recitation of Chinese and political large sections.”

Qin Qing thought for a while. This was the first time they went to school together in the morning. She used to persuade Wen Yufeng to study hard.

Qin Qing nodded: “I have never clearly liked or disliked it. All disciplines seem to be equated with thresholds of different heights to me-after turning over, there will be a sense of accomplishment, but this discipline itself attracts me. Size…I never distinguished.”

“Then you just think about it.”

Wen Yufeng said: “There are still a few days left before the branch, it should be enough for you to think about this problem.”

“…”

Qin Qing hesitated for a few seconds.

Wen Yufeng frowned: “If you have anything you can say directly. For me, you don’t need to worry.”

Qin Qing asked: “You don’t think like everyone else…I have obvious advantages in science, so should I go to science?”

Wen Yufeng laughed low.

“Is it difficult for you to build an advantage in academic performance?”

“…” Although knowing that the boys said this, they didn’t mean to compliment deliberately, but Qin Qing couldn’t help but flushed her cheeks.

She shook her head firmly.

“Yes. Since you have this kind of capital to choose, why do you want to limit the path in front of you to one place and force yourself to break the boat?”

Wen Yufeng smiled and stroked the girl’s forehead: “What’s more, it’s not as difficult as everyone thinks to be good at what you are not good at. Just work hard. But turn dislike into like…”

He sighed, looked at the girl and chuckled, “That’s too difficult.”

“Like and dislike this kind of thing, you can never force it.”

After Wen Yufeng finished speaking, Qin Qing remained silent for a long time.

Then she raised her head and looked at Wen Yufeng with bright eyes: “You are right. It may be difficult to be good at being bad, but there is no way to turn from dislike to like.”

“Then there is only one question left.” Wen Yufeng said, “what exactly do you like?”

“…”

Qin Qing frowned and did not answer.

Wen Yufeng said: “Or, let me change the question. If you are allowed to enter the society now, what kind of career or lifestyle do you most yearn for?”

Qin Qing did not hesitate this time, she blinked her eyes.

“writing.”

“…”

Wen Yufeng was stunned. After a while, the corners of his lips were raised slightly, “I don’t know. So you like writing?”

Qin Qing nodded, her eyes gleaming: “I like reading books, especially suspense novels. I have been writing since the first day of junior high. There are many novels disguised as notebooks in my house, all of which are purely handwritten…”

At the end of the conversation, her voice gradually decreased: “It’s just that my mother doesn’t like me to write novels, she said it is not doing business properly…. When I was in junior high school, I would write in class, and after the second year of high school, because I was catching up with your previous progress. , It’s been a long time since I wrote…”

Seeing the girl’s fading appearance, Wen Yufeng asked: “What about now, after stopping for so long, do you still want to write?”

“Of course I want—I’ve been thinking about it for a long time!”

The girl’s voice volume was raised unconsciously, and when she realized that she had overreacted a little, she lowered the voice volume with a reddish cheek.

“The last time I started writing was when I was in the original school in the third year of junior high, I was in mathematics class and writing novels and was discovered by my mathematics teacher… …………”

Qin Qing began to talk about her experience of collecting books and fighting her mother Li Jinghe countless times since she tried to write. It was not until the head of the Sports Department of the Student Union came to urge the two to leave that she suddenly recovered.

——She actually talked to Wen Yufeng on her own for several minutes without stopping…

“It’s okay,” Wen Yufeng saw her embarrassment, but couldn’t help but laughed, “I like to hear what you like.”

Qin Qing was startled, and looked up at him.

“Because when I watch you smile, I can’t help but feel good.”

After Wen Yufeng finished speaking, he stood up, not seeing the girl’s stunned expression. He looked into the distance, and only spoke when he fell back.

“Well, now everyone is almost gone after school at noon.”

Qin Qing returned to her senses after hearing this, and asked puzzledly: “Do you have anything to do?”

——

It sounds pretty shameful.

“Well, it does.”

As soon as the boy’s voice fell, he squatted down, patted his shoulder, and smiled sideways, “I wanted to hug you back, didn’t you want others to see it?”

He turned his eyes back: “There is no one now, come up.”

“…”

Qin Qing was silent for two seconds, blinked, then propped up and lay down on her stomach.

Wen Yufeng carried the girl up and walked towards the exit of the sports field.

“——If you really yearn for writing, choose liberal arts.”

“When I just saw you mention writing, it was the first time I saw your emotions exposed like this. Compared to when you mentioned mathematics before…I think the sense of accomplishment in overcoming difficult problems is not a real liking.”

Wen Yufeng’s voice was low, with rare seriousness——

“It should be… you know that you might fall on this road, but you believe that you can get up and you want to keep going.”

Qin Qing crouched on the boy’s back, taking a bite of her figure.

After a while, she looped her hands in front of the boy, and put her cheeks on the back of the boy’s shoulders.

She looked at the distance to the side, confining all the audience’s field of vision.

“But can I really choose what I like without thinking about other things?”

“…” Wen Yufeng paused for a while, and he stopped for a few seconds.

A few seconds later, he raised his leg again: “My mother died when I was twelve years old.”

Qin Qing was taken aback, and some flustered emotions flashed through her eyes, she was about to straighten up quickly, but was pressed back by the boy before she could move.

The dumb voice continued:

“Before I was twelve years old, I had many ideas… I wanted to take her to climb the mountains and see the sea, to accompany her to travel the world, to accompany her for that person, and to do all she had to do but did not have time to do. matter.”

Wen Yufeng’s black eyes were dark, he took a silent breath, and then spit out slowly and depressedly from his chest.

His thin lips lifted slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

“But I didn’t understand until she left–the most uncertain thing in this world is fate, because you never know what will happen next second. If you don’t do it now, you will probably never do it again. Opportunities. And the way to find these things is simple, is to imagine the next moment death is coming, what you most regret is that you have not had time to do it.”

“…Because in the face of death, all the gorgeous camouflage coats will be stripped away, only the naked essence lies there. Is it true or false, true or vain—you can’t escape.”

Wen Yufeng’s words stopped, and after a long time, he turned his face to look at the girl who hung his head on his shoulder.

He chuckled softly:

“So sweet, don’t care about what other people call you, don’t think about the ‘you’ in the eyes of others, whether you live a good life or be mediocre—just ask your own heart.”

“You ask it, what it wants to do and how it wants to live…. It will give you the answer.”

Wen Yufeng looked at the closed auditorium ahead, as if there was nowhere to go.

But in fact, it only takes a moment to look up. On the top of the auditorium, there is a broad blue sky and white clouds that stretch to an endless distance.

The boy lowered his eyes with a low smile, turned his head and walked down the exit steps.

“Choose according to the answer it gives you, sweet. Only in this way, when a certain moment comes, you will not regret that you have lived for so many years and haven’t really been yourself.”

…………

Qin Hao had always thought that for so long, he had continuously prepared himself fully and had enough consciousness-about the fresh and beautiful cabbage that his parents had obtained, there must be one day to be missed.

But it wasn’t until noon today, when he saw Xiaoqing in his family were picked up from the school by a boy who was familiar enough to make his teeth itch, Qin Hao was sure–

Psychological construction is false, false, and unreliable.

——He still wanted to get a knife out of the car, and gave birth to the kid who dared to miss their Xiaoqing.

So when Wen Yufeng came to Qin Hao’s car with Qin Qing on his back, the first thing he saw was Qin Hao’s face that absolutely had nothing to do with the word “friendly”.

Qin Qing, who was lying on Wen Yufeng’s back, spoke first before the eyes of these two people hit the sparks.

“Second brother, I got my left foot from running during the sports meeting today. He sent me out.”

After understanding the subtext of his cousin, Qin Hao retracted his gaze, turned his attention to the girl’s feet, and frowned: “Should I go to the hospital to take a film?”

Qin Qing frowned: “No, it’s not that—”

“For the sake of safety,” Wen Yufeng intercepted the girl’s voice and slowly put the person down, “Need.”

Qin Hao opened the door of the car, and just about to turn around to pick Qin Qing in, he saw the boy who didn’t leave his hands, and directly hugged the girl who had been put down into the car.

Qin Hao: “…”

He forced himself to look away and sat in the driver’s seat.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Second brother, don’t.” Qin Qing refused without even thinking about it, “I’m really fine, I don’t want to go.”

After Wen Yufeng carried Qin Qing into the car before, he backed out.

After listening to the conversation between the two at this time, he leaned over the door of the car, his black eyes staring at the girl for an instant.

“Go to the hospital to check it.”

“Can–“

Qin Qing opened her mouth to say something.

Black eyes stared at her disapprovingly.

“……obedient.”

Qin Qing pursed her small mouth, and after two seconds she nodded slowly.

Qin Hao: “…”

The steering wheel of the driver’s seat was almost gripped by a girl who was overstimulated.