Chapter 434: Original with small three hand in hand

The venue for this competition was also in Shishi. The lottery was decided not to release the notice in advance. Everyone did not know until the train got off. The original venue was in the second middle school. The score line of the second middle school ranks second in Luo province, second only to Shi Yigao, and it is also the key high school in the province.
And if Song Ye remembered correctly, Tang Yixiao and Xu Zihang were studying here.
As soon as I thought about it, a female voice came from behind me, "Song Ye!"
Shi Yigao's students are extremely sensitive to the names of the characters in this school. Upon hearing the voice, his neck twisted faster than his master.
Tang Yi smiled and ran a little eagerly. When he stood still, his face was still flushed and very cute. After moving to Shishi in the past six months, after the food and mood improved, Tang Yixiao also reborn from the dried up sprouts, and became more and more slender. At this time, he was wearing a ponytail, with armbands on his shoulders.
"It's really you, I thought I read it wrong." She raised a big smile, and her expression was very pleasant. Since she lives at school and works part-time on weekends, most of her news about Song Ye is in the documents and on the phone. It's really been a long time since we met.
"Well, come over to participate in the competition, you seem to have grown taller." Song Ye lowered his eyebrows, closed the little girl's bright expression into the bottom of his eyes, eased the lines on his face, and touched her hair.
Tang Yixiao is more like a sister to her.
"Well, he's fat when he's tall." Just like a domesticated puppy, Tang smiled and let Song Ye touch his head with a smile, and his expression was quite enjoyable.
The little friends around were suddenly calm.
This is the situation of God horse? Didn't Song Ye go to Wang Qianqian's rich second-generation family? What is the situation with this ambiguous touch?
Fu Tonger, who got off the car, just took this scene into his eyes. There was a trace of disgust in her eyes. She stepped on her foot and suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!"
Mencius Heng, who was standing at the exit of the bus, only felt a shadow in front of his eyes, and when he reached out his hands subconsciously, he saw Fu Tonger wrinkling a small face and leaning in his arms, and his brow also wrinkled. "What's wrong?"
"Well ... I seem to have twisted my feet. Could Brother Ziheng help me?" Fu Tonger relied on his weight in the past, a pitiful little white flower.
Mencius Heng hasn't spoke yet. Tang Yi over there smiled with a crooked neck and noticed this. Caring asked: "This classmate doesn't matter, do you need to go to the infirmary to see it?" Help classmates from other schools.
"No need to trouble, thank you." Fu Tonger refused softly and politely, but anxiously waited for Meng Ziheng to hang on for a second, causing the latter to look gloomy.
Tang Yixiao only felt that the pair of male talents and females behind him, the female growth was classical and fresh and refined, and the male was handsome and handsome, but he did not seem to be in a good mood.
The scene of the roadside scene has not been digested by the little friends. Several beautiful sports cars that followed the bus stopped with a beautiful flick. Gu Yitong and others even got off with Wang Qianqian and Xiang Qing. come over.
Roar, at the sight of the Lord, the little friends only felt that the smoke of war had begun to burn, and the spirit of the gossip could not wait to break out, waiting to watch the show.
As a result, Wang Qianqian was not the first to see Song Ye, but the two people holding her together behind her. "Well?" Confused and looked down to see Xiao Baihua's awkward foot. Miss Wang understood The routine.
Ha ha……
Looking back, she went to Song Ye's side, and by the way put the angle on Tang Yixiao's body, and looked up and down.
This simple gaze was overcrowded by the masses of the onlookers, and instantly became a sword and sword, sharp like a scalpel on a hospital bed.
"Hello, I'm Tang Yixiao." This time Tang Yixiao first opened his mouth. As Song Ye's assistant, this Wang Yutang daughter's information is naturally familiar with her heart.
And unexpectedly, Wang Qianqian also showed a look of sudden realization, "It turns out that you are Xiao Tang teacher, hello, I am Wang Qianqian. I used to listen to Chuan Zi often mentioned them, now I finally know each other, I can come to the second middle school later I want to play with you. "
"Well, okay, welcome." Tang Yi smiled and pursed his lips with a kind smile.
Then the two girls who got along well quickly progressed from one life to the other, to a stage where no one was playing hot, and the little friends who ate melon almost threw away their chins.
What is this God unfolding? How about the original original little three tearing up-forcing the battle, and how can I not stand up in the gutter of two boats?
The little friends saw the inexplicable and harmonious picture in front of them, but felt that the way they opened was wrong.
Even Mencius Heng, who has been paying attention to progress, was stunned, and for a long time he even forgot to push away Fu Tonger.
Xiang Qing was standing beside Gu Yitong and listening to each other's gossip, screaming, and he felt a little disdainful of Song Ye.
During this time, as Wang Qianqian got closer to Song Ye, she gradually alienated her relationship with each other. Today, she didn't plan to come, but just thought that the second middle school was there, she resisted and followed her.
The corner of the eye was scanning in the direction of the school gate, and suddenly a girl exclaimed as she looked in the direction behind her.
"Ah, look, that guy is so handsome, so stylish, is he driving in the same car, is he a student of the second middle school?"
"It seems to be the school grass of the second middle school, and the grade has always been the first, and I heard that it is not small."
"Ah, no, I'm going to be fainted by handsome guys. They have a totally different temperament from Meng Shao."
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The sensitivity of women in discovering handsome guys is comparable to that of radar.
Xiang Qing jumped his head, and suddenly turned back to see the blue sky background, Xu Zihang in a black casual clothes strolling, his slender figure is particularly dazzling in the crowd, that cold and handsome face Like walking hormones, people are instantly intoxicated.
Xiang Qing's eyes were a little crazy, and the breeze gently moved her long hair. She was afraid of her makeup, so she quickly raised her hands to press down the hair between her hair, and when she looked down, she found that the cold figure was straight to herself. ... passing by.
"You're here." Xu Zihang walked to Song Ye, looking at them for months, and lost a lot of people, softening the corners of his eyebrows uncontrollably. "Don't you take the supplements, why are you so thin?"
Although he did not participate in the battle in the southern province, the details were very clear, and afterwards he sent a lot of things to the past.
"It's not a panacea. There is a pile in the dormitory." Song Ye was numb to the matter of supplements, and he was afraid that there would be more piles under the bed.