Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The next day, she woke up early, bought two steamed buns at the breakfast stall at the gate of the community, and took the bus 20 minutes earlier than usual to go to school.

Early bird gets the worm.

Students who get up early will not be caught by the teacher for copying their homework.

No way, no way.

The bus drove past the station where she met Han Yu yesterday, and went all the way without stopping.

Tang Xia thought, I’m early today, and the male god might sit in the next class.

When she entered the school gate, the teachers on duty hadn’t arrived yet.

“It’s really early enough…” Tang Xia muttered to herself, and only after entering the classroom did she realize that she was not the only one who wanted to copy homework.

About seven or eight students from the class came, except for Gu Qing, the representative of the physics class, everyone else crowded their heads together, writing quickly.

“Gu Qing, lend me your homework.”

Tang Xia and Gu Qing have a good relationship, the latter has a carefree and boyish personality, informal and generous.

“Here you are,” Gu Qing brought over the workbook, “Don’t copy the last big question, I’m not sure.”

Tang Xia gestured OK.

Tang Xia likes Gu Qing’s character, she won’t observe her classmates and tattletale to the teacher all day long just because she is a class representative.

On the contrary, Gu Qing lends her the physics homework to copy the most.

When Tang Xia finished copying, she took out the vocabulary booklet and calmly started consolidating vocabulary, the class finally became bustling.

The morning of the second year students is the noisiest in the whole school.

They are different from the third year of high school, with heavy academic and college entrance examination pressure.

They are also different from the first year of high school, who are still timid towards the teachers and officials.

The second year of high school is the most presumptuous, daring to flirt with the younger high school girls, daring to call the high school seniors brothers and sisters, and daring to talk glibly in front of the class teacher.

Even dare to smoke and fight at school.

“Hey, did any of you see the confession yesterday?”

Confession?

Tang Xia turned her head curiously.

Pei Xiao is a well-known trumpet in the class, mastering all kinds of gossip in the school. Tang Xia couldn’t help laughing when she saw the excited blush on her face.

“What confession?”

Tang Xia was not the only one who was curious. As soon as Pei Xiao said this, everyone who was busy copying and handing in their homework stopped, and all turned their attention to Pei Xiao.

Pei Xiao cast a mysterious look at the door.

“The teacher isn’t here, tell me!” Xu Yayao, who was sitting in the first row of the first group, urged.

Pei Xiao cleared her throat, “Ahem!” She said in a low tone, “A girl confessed to Han Yu.”

Tang Xia was taken aback, the male god?

“Damn it!”

Fu Han’s reaction was bigger than that of a girl, and he slammed the homework book on the table with a “bang”.

“Who is that girl? So courageous!”

The class erupted in an instant, with surprise, admiration, envy, and all kinds of things.

Tao Jiaqi grabbed Tang Xia’s arm and shook it wildly.

“Ah, Tang Xia! The male god is coveted!”

Pei Xiao frowned, “Hey, I haven’t finished talking yet,” she pretended to be displeased, and then said confidentially, “I heard it’s a first year high school girl, she blocked the door of class three after school yesterday, and everyone who didn’t leave on the second floor saw it.”

Tang Xia took a breath, and couldn’t help but uttered two words—

“Fucking Awesome!”

[note: she says 牛逼, this is an internet slang that has multiple interpretations. This word has a very vulgar origin so it can be considered a curse word, but when used in intimate circles, it is not necessarily insulting. In fact, in this situation it appears to be complimentary.]

Han Yu is a male God, for sure. It’s true that the girls in the school who like Han Yu occupy half the sky.

But there was no girl who dared to confess her love to Han Yu, at least before yesterday.

What was the reason, Tang Xia didn’t know very well, but it was said that there is a senior high school girl upstairs who likes Han Yu. That senior sister is formidable, and she can’t be provoked. It’s fine for ordinary people to have a crush on him, and it’s fine if they don’t make a fool of themselves.

There is also a rumor that Han Yu is more romantic, but not serious, and likes to flirt with girls when he has nothing to do. Such a boy would not be willing to fall in love seriously and restrain himself.

Tang Xia didn’t know which statement was true. However, there used to be a classic quote by Han Yu on the school forum, which lasted for a long time.

The male god said—”There is no way to keep the flies away, but forcing me to eat the flies is too disgusting.”

The meaning is self-evident.

You can have a crush on me, but don’t confess your love, I’ll vomit.

He compared the flowery suitors to flies, expressing his helplessness as the pursued.

Tang Xia laughed when she saw this sentence, but she didn’t expect that she was actually a fly.

She’s just not that annoying, that’s all.

“Are all freshmen in high school so brave now?” A boy sighed, with a trace of sadness in his tone.

“They’re just chasing Han Yu,” Fu Han said unceremoniously, “Look, the girls in our class have learned a little bit. If you have love, you have to boldly chase after him!”

“Go to hell!” Gu Qing, who was in the front row of Fu Han, turned around and gave him a bonk on the head which made the whole class burst into laughter.

Tang Xia also smiled, and met Gu Qing’s eyes, seeing the… bashfulness in the latter’s eyes.

“It’s so noisy in the early morning, what are you talking about?!” The English teacher pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and threw a stack of dictation papers on the podium, the class which had resembled a noisy market, shocked, suddenly became absolutely silent.

Chinese, Mathematics, and English were taken in turns, and it seemed to take forever to get to the exercise class in the morning. The boys cheered, threw away the practice papers in their hands, and went to the sports field with their arms around each other’s shoulders.

“Tang Xia, are you going?” Yu Man yelled at the door after coming back from the toilet.

“Right now.” Tang Xia tidied up her desk, took her meal card, and put her arm around Yu Man with a smile on her face.

The gym class on Wednesday morning is a group class. Ten classes attend together. Looking from the school building, the sports field crowded with students.

This should be the favorite class of girls in all grades, Tang Xia thought.

After all, this is the only chance to have a class with the male god.

The gym class, as usual, has warm up first, and then line up and jog for two laps according to the order of the class. After running, disband and move freely.

Boys will scramble to grab the basketball and the court, while the girls will walk leisurely, in small groups, or walk around the track, or sit in a corner of the gymnasium and whisper.

But more, standing on the edge of the basketball court, watching the boy with his own radiance, take off his heavy winter clothes, flying in the prime of youth, dunking the ball with the exclamation of the young girls.

The sun was very warm today. Tang Xia, Yu Man, Tao Jiaqi, and Gu Qing were sitting down, facing the outdoor basketball court.

There was a lot of people there, and the handsome boys who played basketball clapped their hands from time to time to celebrate, which dazzled the eyes of the girls watching.

“Gu Qing! Do you want to hear the breaking news?” Pei Xiao, the local loudspeaker, appeared out of nowhere, squatting in front of the four people.

Gu Qing looked at her suspiciously. The latter shook her head and said with a narrow smile, “It’s about Han Yu.”

Gu Qing blushed instantly.

Tang Xia and Yu Man looked at each other, giggling.

They all regard Han Yu as a male god, but Gu Qing is the only one who takes it too seriously.

Tang Xia could see that Gu Qing’s fascination and admiration for Han Yu was different from theirs.

Then maybe it can really be called… liking him?

“Let’s hear it.” Tang Xia and Pei Xiao sat down, her eyes sparkling.

Pei Xiao coughed twice again like an old professor, and then said: “So you know that someone confessed to Han Yu yesterday, I went to ask class three, that girl is Qu Sisi, the school committee member of class one, looks like she’s quite beautiful.”