Ying Shao is a Girl

Yan Weitang handed the document bag to Ying Junchu like a treasure. Ying Junchu was amused by her look.

She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, raised her hand to touch Yan Weitang's hair, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No hard work, no hard work!"

Yan Weitang quickly shook his head.

"Boss, Wanwan and I are going to class first!"

"Goodbye, boss!"

Yan Weitang waved his hand to Ying Junchu and pulled Song Feiwan away like a gust of wind.

Yan Weitang kept giggling during class.

Even laughed out loud.

As my deskmate, Song Feiwan, I really couldn't stand it anymore.

He glanced at Yan Weitang and shook his head slightly.

This girl is stupid...

"Tangtang, stop laughing, the teacher has been looking over here."

Yan Weitang didn't hear it.

"Tangtang!"

Song Feiwan gently poked Yan Weitang with her hand.

"Ah! What are you doing Wanwan?"

Yan Weitang looked frightened.

Song Feiwan silently held his forehead.

"Tangtang, you have been giggling. The teacher has looked at you many times. Can you calm down? What are you laughing at?"

"Ah...I...I know, Wanwan, thank you!"

Yan Weitang touched her cheek. Was she smiling so obviously?

"So, what are you laughing at? You've been laughing since you came back from meeting the boss." Song Feiwan seemed puzzled.

"Boss touched my head!" Yan Weitang was a little excited.

She won’t wash her hair for five days!

No, that's not right! Don’t wash your hair for a week!

Song Feiwan glanced at the girl next to him and thought for a moment, "Tangtang, are you in love with the boss?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Yan Weitang immediately denied it categorically.

"Really do not have?"

Song Feiwan's gentle autumn eyes looked into the depths of Yan Weitang's eyes. After Yan Weitang looked at her for a few seconds, he looked away, his eyes a little evasive.

She whispered, "No...no..."

Looking at her, Song Feiwan seemed to already have the answer in her mind.

He sighed softly.

He said to Yan Weitang earnestly: "Tangtang, you can like anyone, but you must not like the boss..."

"She is different..."

Song Feiwan's gaze crossed the classroom, reached the window, and landed on the distant sky.

"I know...I know."

Yan Weitang lowered his head, although he didn't know why Wanwan said these words to herself that she didn't quite understand.

But she could feel that Wanwan was doing it for her own good.

She won't cross the line, just watch the boss silently, she will still be the boss's cutie!

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Ying Junchu sat by the window, and the sunlight fell on her through the bright glass window, like scattered bits of broken light, coating her with a layer of blurred light.

She wrote something on the white paper, and the flying words poured out from the tip of the pen and scattered on the white paper.

From time to time, there was a neat and pleasant rustling sound.

Ling Yiche looked sideways and saw Ying Junchu's very serious look.

In her world there is only her, the white paper on the table and the pen in her hand.

No one can get in.

This was Ling Yiche's truest and first thought when he saw her.

She never seems to attend classes, and I have never seen her attend classes while sitting next to her, so why do I still come here to study?

With her level, she shouldn’t need to learn these things, right? So what is her purpose?

Ling Yiche looked at Ying Junchu again, with a trace of inquiry hidden in his eyes.