What if I Write the Continuation of Romance as Lily - Chapter 75

Everything is going very smoothly.

Soon, the rumor that she and Lin Qing fell in love spread vaguely throughout the school. Although everyone is very restrained on the bright side, they can always hear some kind ridicules when they are in between class exercises or when the two of them appear together in front of everyone.

Lin Qing maintains a certain sense of distance with everyone except Qiao Yu, but Qiao Yu’s popularity is quite good. He met a lot of people from outside classes during the previous sports games. .

“Qiao is so good at meeting you!”

Outer class and the boys she knew occasionally talked to Lin Qing while she was away. The older boys laughed and patted her on the back again.

“You can chase Lin Qing! How much do you know? Have a few people been rejected by her, I was before!”

“…I really don’t know this.”

Qiao Yu squinted his eyes dangerously, smiled kindly and held the shoulder of the boy who had said this.

“Why don’t you tell me well?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry I caused her trouble before!”

See him? Qiao Yu let go of him when he nodded, bowed and bowed, and confessed his mistake? He hummed and clapped his hands.

“Well, it’s normal for a person like her to be likable.”

“But then I can’t like her anymore, because she likes me.”

“Alas–”

To her behaved like a dog abuser? In order to express a serious protest, the boy sighed and told her a lot of rumors about how difficult Lin Qing was to conquer. Qiao Yu was very uncomfortable. Turning to her, she heard something that was absolutely impossible to ask from Ye and the others.

“Hey.”

Qiao Yuhui? In the class?, straddling his seat and knocking on Cong Ye’s table, looking at him? Confused expression straight into the way.

“I heard that I still have a rumor in school that’I just want to study hard and don’t want to fall in love’?”

“…”

Unexpectedly, Cong Ye, who was suddenly asked, was in a mess, and became nervous at sight.

“Yes, is there?”

“Yes, I have.”

Qiao Yu smiled amiably, and called out Lu Yao who had slipped away when he saw the situation next to him.

“I heard that they heard it from you and Lu Yao-what’s going on? Should you explain the matter? Next?”

“…No, because you did say that you didn’t have anyone you liked when we called before…”

“That’s—how long ago was it? Besides, it’s not the same thing to me? It’s something?”

“…Is this necessary? Art processing, please forgive me.”

Unexpectedly, he would hear this sentence in others’ mouths, Qiao Yu watched from Ye sees death as home and refused to say the mastermind, sighed, and patted the culprit who was pretending to be writing the question.

“I heard that? After our story went out a few days ago, a boy wanted to confess to me at the end. He brought all the love letters, but was persuaded by you to leave, right?”

“…”

Lin Qing paused for a while before turning his head to look at her, and nodded openly.

“Um.”

Qiao Yu looked at Lin Qing’s expression waiting for her to question her, and couldn’t help but shook his head and smiled.

“Well, I’m not here to inquire about the crime.”

She rubbed Lin Qing’s tense face affectionately, and the line of the other party’s face immediately softened a lot, wrinkled the small nose, and every move was cute.

“Although I am a little sorry for that old man, I do already have a girlfriend. Seeing him? It’s just a little embarrassment.”

“When I talk about this, I just want to ask—”

She said that she swept through the back and was anxious and couldn’t help Cong Ye and Lu Yao, with anxious faces, leaning over to Lin Qing’s ear with a smile, and asked in a low voice.

“…Since when did you start hitting my mind?”

This question did not receive a positive response in the end, Qiao Yu was killed by Lin Qing with a shameful eye knife, but only looking at her red ears, Qiao Yu was in a very good mood.

This good mood continued until Song Wanwan came to play with her after two classes. The eldest lady looked at her frequently, tusk in her mouth.

“It looks like you are very happy in love, smiling as if you have picked up money.”

“Eh, this is much happier than picking up money?”

Song Wanwan, the mother of solo solo, said that she could not understand her feelings. Qiao Yu thought about it and found it very difficult to describe. She could only use her little literary and artistic cells to do her best to express that it was like a flower blooming and ice melting and the sun was bright. Song Wanwan was baffled, always feeling like he was listening to elementary school students’ composition.

The curious young lady came to her with questions. This question had been asked once before, but no answer was received at that time. This time she would not let Qiao Yu go, and asked aggressively, crouching her hips in front of Qiao Yu.

“Now you always have experience! What does the first kiss feel like?”

“…It’s too loud.”

Qiao Yu rubbed his eyebrows dumbfoundedly, and saw that many people in the hallway were startled by Song Wanwan’s rumors. He had to spend a lot of time telling them that nothing happened before he came to consider this issue.

“First kiss…”

The accident was unforgettable to Qiao Yu. She still felt hot on her face when she saw Pocky, and she would try to avoid it when she chose snacks.

I remember that it was because of Mi Yi’s order when he was the king to let them eat pocky to within five centimeters. She bit too much, so she—

“…”

…Is it just that?

Qiao Yu was stunned suddenly, staring through the window, through the clouds, through the long torrent of time, and suddenly saw the dimly lit KTV box in that autumn day.

The beautiful face she loved so much was right in front of her, when she was so nervous that she was so stiff, she was engrossed in thinking about how long pocky was.

Lin Qing opened her eyes slightly, and the rotating colored lights polished the dark under her eyes, reflecting the colorful affection in her eyes.

Then he leaned forward unknownly.

“…It’s so early.”

Suddenly trying to understand a lot of things, Qiao Yu muttered to himself and lowered his head, his heart filled with abundant feelings.

She quickly recovered and turned to Song Wanwan who had been waiting impatiently, her eyes were gentle and nostalgic, as if she was watching a certain ignorant time.

“The first kiss is like…chocolate.”

Regardless of the eldest lady who didn’t understand her questioning like a gun, Qiao Yu waved her goodbye and returned to the class.

The person who appeared in her memory just now appeared vividly in front of her, tilted his head to look at her, her shadow was reflected in the clear pupils.

“Have you come back so soon?”

The tangled look that seemed to make her feel that she didn’t care so much made Qiao Yu feel soft and nodded docilely and said, “I miss you.”

Then Qiao Yu caught Lin Qing’s slightly stunned gaze, reached out and took the exercise book she was reading, erected it to cover it, leaned over, and gently kissed the corner of her lips.

While touching her, Qiao Yu heard the first cicadas this year.

It’s summer here.

By the afternoon of Friday, the school only had two classes, and Qiao Yu had more time to stay with Lin Qing comfortably.

Young and energetic lovers eat the marrow and know the taste, and often spend a lot of time on physical contact. This cannot be blamed on their lack of firm will. It can only be said that romance naturally contains desire, and Qiao Yu, who is responsible for stopping in time, can be said to have been sufficiently tempered in his temperament.

But today is different. Although they were also alone in Lin Qing’s room at this time, they were just sitting side by side at the table in a proper manner. There was a blank sheet of paper in front of Qiao Yu but did not move. Instead, he held his chin and tilted his head to look. Lin Qing conscientiously wrote something on another piece of paper.

“…It’s quite a lot.”

“Because I am a greedy person.”

Lin Qing answered without raising her head, frowned and thought about it before writing a new one.

What she is writing is a wish list.

This proposal came from Lin Qingzhi’s mouth. They should have written a copy, but in order to demonstrate to Qiao Yu who didn’t understand what to write, Lin Qing went ahead and wrote his own.

It was originally something to show Qiao Yu after writing, Lin Qing didn’t mean to cover it up. Qiao Yu quietly looked at the few that had already been written, and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Why laugh.”

The thin-skinned Lin Qing was very sensitive to her sight, and immediately looked at it pretendingly, but was blushed by the other’s gentle smile.

“I just think…”

Qiao Yu said, leaning over and holding her hand.

“It’s not so much a wish list, but it’s ‘what you want to do with Joe’s?”

When the person involved said that, Lin Qing’s blush became even worse, avoiding her smiling eyes, and muttering in a low voice: “…Is it okay?”

Faced with such a cute creature, it is really hard to resist the urge to hug or kiss her.

But Qiao Yu remained sane for the time being, knowing that this could not be the beginning, otherwise the plan for the two of them to write the wish list would end here. He shook his head and signaled that Lin Qing could of course continue to write and leave her alone, lying quietly and watching.

Lin Qing’s initial desires seemed very simple, such as “make a dish together”, “watch a musical together” and so on.

The more you write, the more specific your wishes become. For example, she wrote two of the latest ones, one of which is “When I met Joe when I was in college, I went out to rent a house and raise a pot of small flowers (normal, and the other One is “Every birthday, you must be the first person to say a happy birthday to each other. It is best to say it in person.”

Immediately after this, Lin Qing seemed to have thought of something, hesitated to stop the pen, glanced at Qiao Yu’s eyes secretly, and pressed his lips in her unknown sight to write hurriedly.

“On my eighteenth birthday, want to meet Joe? I won’t come home from the night.”

“…Wait for a while, wait for a while.”

“No! You told me before!”

The two people blushed and stared at each other. In the end, it was Qiao Yu who was defeated first, and sighed and raised his hands.

“I mean, can’t I have my birthday at home?”

“Then what should I do if my family hears the sound…Ah.”

Suddenly realizing how bold he was in what he said, Lin Qing’s blood surged, and he was so ashamed that he didn’t dare to look at Qiao Yu’s expression, and hurriedly picked up the pen and paper on the table and walked to the door.

“…I’ll go to the living room to write, don’t you? Follow along!”

As he said, he fled, leaving behind the red-eared Qiao Yuduan sitting at the table, there was not much left to chase after him, and he could only think fortunately that Aunt Lin was not at home today.

“Woohoo! Lin Qing is so bold!”

And the system in my mind that listened to the audience couldn’t calm down at all, yelling in high spirits and screaming to death, there was not a little bit of self-consciousness at this time.

“It’s so noisy.”

Reluctantly waving the thoughts in his head, Qiao Yu laughed and scolded it, leaning on the back of the chair and sighed deeply.

“…What to do, I still want to talk to Lin Qing about that today.”

“What’s that—ah…”

The tone of the system that had just returned to the ears sank after realizing what Qiao Yu was referring to.

“Then, then wait until Lin Qing finishes writing, right? She will always come back anyway.”

“It’s not the problem.” Qiao Yu shook his head and smiled softly. “She looks so happy now.”

I don’t want to spoil her feelings. Such subtext caused the system to hum into silence.

“Forget it.”

Instead, Qiao Yu came to comfort it. She was in a calm mood and her tone of voice was relaxed.

“I was not good at seeing her worried.”

As she spoke, she lowered her gaze, landed on the piece of paper that Lin Qing sent her, and hesitated to pick up the pen.

…Wish.

Mentioning this word, the scene in my mind is always related to Lin Qing, and the mumbling deep in my heart is her name.

Qiao Yu quietly wrote down a line, and then stopped writing, looking at the wish and laughing, his eyes were gentle and soft.

The wishes I can think of are all about you.

Sunny, rainy, heavy fog, winter snow.

No matter which scene, I want to spend it with you.

Although I have never been loved by the world and the gods, I am fortunate to be favored by you. This is unimaginable luck.

God, if there really is a **** in this world.

I know this is not the story of the prince and the princess finally getting married after sufferings. My current role should be in the story? The dragon who took the princess away will fall in love with the princess by fate.

Even though the prince applauded for us and the people cheered for us, there are still gods in the heavens carved with fate into the sword of Damocles hanging above my head, always reminding me of my transgression, as if silently mocking this. A love affair that is not blessed by the world.

And I also know that sooner or later I will usher in a lonely war. I want to climb the peak, hold the handleless blade, take it off before it cuts off my knuckles, and use The blood watered it into a rose and gave it to my beloved one.

God.

If everything in the world I only ask for this? Can get what I want, then the world should always treat me favorably.