"What is this called? It's obviously a kindness to invite people to dinner. How can I make me be like a wicked robbing girl."
Seeing Tang Youxin's chicks pecking at rice, picking noodles one by one, with an unwilling look of'passive sabotage', Xia Xu felt both funny and a little helpless.
But at this moment he also thought of 'business', and looked down at her face carefully while Tang Youxin was eating.
Soon, he had to admit that he was really surprised.
The stunning beauty of Allure really deserves to be the stunning beauty of Allure. Although the sea and temples cover most of the face, only a small part of the facial features are still exquisite and beautiful. The skin can be broken by blowing, it is as white and tender as a baby with a healthy ruddy appearance. .
The most important thing is that Tang Youxin's appearance is not that enchanting and glamorous, which shows a sense of existence, and makes people surprised at first glance, but is like a well-behaved girl next door, and more like a little white flower after the rain. , Pure, immature, tender, and pitiful.
Maybe Tang Youxin became a little transparent in the class before, in addition to her introverted and autistic personality, she also has this unique look and temperament.
This looks very beautiful, but in fact it is not very attractive to the ignorant normal teenager, and even with factors such as his character and family background, it will only cause people to ridicule and bully.
But facing the more mature people, the simple and tender face will have fatal attraction, and the shy and timid appearance and delicate and introverted temperament are crazily stimulating people's instinctive desire for protection.
Especially at this time, coordinating with the watery eyes and aggrieved expression that I don't know if it is because of being'bully' or because of her instinct, the girl's immature and pure face produced a subtle and obscure charm inexplicably.
A tiny trace, but like a finishing touch, it is purely intertwined with the inner charm, and pure and lust, which makes people want to hold in the palm of the urge to take care of it, but it is uncontrollable mixed with a ray of wanting to be bullied and ravaged. Tyranny.
The tyrannical impulse rises and is suppressed by the desire for care. The guilt of self-remorse arouses a stronger desire for care, and the rebellious psychology once again brings up a tyrannical impulse. It repeats itself, always stirring people's nerves, and making people feel compassionate. Love keeps climbing.
At this moment, Xia Xu understands what is pear flower with rain, what does it mean to see me feeling pity, and why the ancients would create such sentences to describe women.
Because this is really simple and vivid enough, there is no more suitable description than this.
It is no exaggeration. You don't need to look at the figure under the bloated school uniform. With this face alone, the beautiful 5-star life style of Qingcheng is worthy of the name.
And this is a pure make-up. Given her family background, it is obviously impossible to make cosmetics.
If it is a little bit of makeup, if it is matched with suitable clothing, if the appearance is completely extended, and the inward charm of the immature face is turned into a substantive charm, and then really bullied, it will be How amazing it is.
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The owner of the noodle shop brought up another bowl of noodles, and when it was put down, it collided with the tabletop and produced a slight collision sound.
Xia Xu quickly turned his gaze away from Tang Youxin's face--he was worried that if he looked further, the "bullying" that he had just acted might be about to come true.
It just happened that the noodles were already on the table, and he simply took his chopsticks and ate it. It was just when he was growing up that the one and a half steamed buns were good for breakfast, but not enough for lunch.
Maybe it was driven by someone's unimaginative eating, Tang Youxin quietly raised her head and glanced up, then her eating speed unknowingly also increased a bit, and finally she was no longer just picking up one after another.
The two of them ate the noodles in silence and did not communicate. The few customers in the noodle shop also disappeared one after another. For a while, the small shop, which was less than 20 square meters, seemed a little deserted.
It didn't take long for Xia Xu to eat up a bowl of noodles. After seeing Tang Youxin only ate a little and a half, he didn't urge him, but looked at the noodle restaurant aimlessly.
Thinking of the special abilities he had just acquired, he habitually glanced at the noodle shop owner who was sitting lazily by the stove beside the door because there were no customers.
The boss is a middle-aged man with an inch head, black shorts and white sweatshirt, with a white towel on his shoulders, and a cigarette in his mouth.
After reading, the property panel opens.
[Name]: Xue Mingjie
[Life Level]: 1
[Fate and Potential]: [Supporting Role: "The Dying Man"]
[Talent Potential]: Gambling (3 stars)
[Special]: None
[Perseverance]: Live your life down-to-earth.
[favorite opinion]: 2
"Good fellow, this boss is afraid of hiding."
Xia Xu's eyelids jumped.
Samsung's gambling talent, if you really study this aspect, you don't have to say that the **** of gambling is alive, at least it's a good player, right?
Coupled with the phrase "live down to earth" in the obsession column, it is really a bit intriguing. This boss may still be a person with a story.
Of course, what Xia Xu cares more about is obviously the potential of life.
[Supporting role: "The Dying Man"]
is a new plot, there are other plots in this world!
And the name seems to be more troublesome than "Hunter", the dead words are written on the title.
unwillingly focus on the handwriting of "The Dying Man", the result is as good as "The Hunter", showing several rows of question marks instead of a brief introduction to the potential of fate.
"Forget it, anyway, I'm not a character in this plot, so I won't come in the future."
Xia Xu shook his head.
I don't know the plot, have no power, no power, no money, and an ordinary high school student can't do anything. The only thing I can do is to stay away.
It's already good to live and enjoy your youth in this somewhat weird world.
Da! clatter! clatter!
After another moment, the sound of high heels stepping on the tiled floor sounded.
"What can I have today?"
When a customer came to the door, the noodle shop owner naturally greeted him immediately, and the response must be a regular customer.
"It's still a fried noodle."
A slightly familiar female voice responded to the boss.
Xia Xu and Tang Youxin, who was immersed in the noodles, both had a meal, and they raised their heads and glanced at the same time.
That is a woman in her thirties and forties wearing a conservative workplace attire, her face also gives people a sense of 'straight-faced' seriousness, and a little bit of no anger or prestige.
Of course, maybe it was also the illusion that the identity gave the two of them.
Because this woman is Liu Xiulan, the English teacher and head teacher of the two, she was given the nickname Liu Yecha. This is the person who has changed in the class.
Seeing Liu Xiulan sitting down at a table next to her after ordering the meal, Tang Youxin almost buried her face in the white porcelain bowl, and her whole body was in a curled state.
She was trying hard to shrink her sense of existence, just chanting a few words, "You can't see me".
It's a pity, the sky is not enough.
"Hello, Teacher Liu."
The 'bad guy' across from unexpectedly greeted him carelessly.
Tang Youxin was ashamed and angry, she had to say hello in a weak voice: "Hello, teacher."
"Ok."
Liu Xiulan looked at the two of them, only paused after her gaze stayed, and then smiled with her jaws, but she didn't mean to come up to 'work together' or preach.
"huh"
When Liu Xiulan turned her head away, Tang Youxin quietly breathed a sigh of relief, spitting and pulling up the remaining noodles in the bowl. When the noodles in the bowl were all delivered to the mouth, she had no time to chew. She bulged her cheeks on Xia Xu and left. And the feeling of running away.
"Xia Xu, Tang Youxin, come to my office during your lunch break."
Seeing that he had already reached the concrete floor in front of the store, and was about to flee from the tiger's mouth, Liu Xiulan's voice behind her sounded like a desperate voice.
"Oh..."
"good..."
The two responded. Xia Xu had planned to ask what else, but was dragged by Tang Youxin to the school gate.