Ouyang Yiman looked at the big boy at the door in surprise. She looked back at Mu Niancheng, who looked indifferent and seemed to be wearing a mask, feeling a little confused.
"You don't seem to recognize me?"
Qu Liufeng's face was slightly hurt. Every girl who had met him before disliked him. But this Ouyang Yiman didn't even remember meeting him.
I have walked through her life without a trace.
With a self-deprecating smile, he walked into the ward and placed the pink lily in his hand on her bedside.
"This is for you. I heard that you were injured, so I came over to see you eagerly, but you don't even remember me. Have you forgotten? You fell to the ground after school that day..."
He gestured with his hands to show her squatting on the ground.
"Oh, I understand. Are you the big brother who wants to reach out and pull me up?" Ouyang Yiman tilted her head and looked at him again. He looked very smart today, wearing a white T-shirt.
Below are blue jeans, which are very clean and smell of sunshine.
She smiled silently, hey, it's not that she didn't remember him, she did it on purpose just now, she had seen many such boys. She thought that after meeting him once, the girl would fall in love with him at first sight and commit herself to him from then on.
Humph, playboy.
"Big brother is here just to see me? I'm honored. Okay, I'll introduce you to my patient and boyfriend, Mu Niancheng. You should know him. He's a celebrity in the school."
Ouyang Yiman said proudly. When she mentioned Mu Niancheng, she felt that she couldn't control the proud look on her face.
"Well, I've heard about it a long time ago." Qu Liufeng just nodded towards Mu Niancheng and looked at him with inquiring eyes.
Mu Niancheng nodded indifferently, when? The little witch actually provoked such a male classmate?
He didn't have much interaction with the people in the school, but it didn't mean that he didn't know everything about the school. Qu Liufeng was one of the most influential figures in the school.
The man of the hour in girls' hearts.
It is said that he has a distinguished family background and is the descendant of a high-ranking official in this city.
Rumor has it that he once had several girls in school at the same time, and these girls lived in harmony.
He shook his head, such a thing was worth mentioning.
"Brother Chengcheng, do you know each other?" Ouyang Yiman suddenly became energetic when she saw Mu Niancheng's eyes starting to pay attention to her side.
"I don't know."
"I don't know."
The two spoke almost at the same time, with the same tone and the same words. She glanced at them in surprise and laughed silently.
"Classmate Ouyang, how is your injury? I heard that it is not serious. Can you let me see the extent of the injury?" Qu Liufeng turned his face and looked at her intently. In his heart, this girl will not be ordinary.
Because after hearing the news that she was injured, he was actually worried about her.
"How can that be done? My wound is here. Besides, you are not a doctor, so there is no use in looking at it." Ouyang Yiman pointed to the armpit, clearly rejecting him.
"For the sake of me coming to visit the doctor, can't you let me see the injury? I feel relieved after seeing it." Qu Liufeng suddenly leaned over and brought a delicate face close to Ouyang Yi.
With a cute little face and a sincere attitude, people can't bear to refuse.
"This..." Ouyang Yiman looked at him awkwardly and nodded in agreement.
"Could it be that a beggar came in on the street and said that if I came to see you, you should become my woman? Isn't such a beggar ridiculous? And you are even more stupid."
Mu Niancheng suddenly said something casually and stopped Ouyang Yiman's movements.
"I'm sorry. You'd better not read it." She apologized and shook her head at Qu Liufeng. She glanced at Mu Niancheng, who was holding the card and playing with it, and her heart was filled with a touch of sweetness.
"Well, in that case, I won't bother you. But if you need my help with anything, you must call me. This is my phone number."
Qu Liufeng suddenly grabbed Ouyang Yiman's hand, took out a pen from the schoolbag behind him, and quickly wrote down a series of numbers.
"Don't you have to go to class?" Ouyang Yiman asked mechanically when she saw the schoolbag on his back.
After finishing writing, he admired it and put the pen into his schoolbag. Qu Liufeng resisted the urge to pinch her little nose and said meaningfully, "I am already a sophomore in high school. I have more important things to do now than study. I
I won’t go. As long as I can maintain excellent grades.”
After saying that, he waved his hand and blew a kiss to Ouyang Yiman, "Ouyang, get well soon. I hope to see you on campus as soon as possible, because you are very extraordinary."
Before Ouyang Yiman understood what was going on, he had disappeared.
"Such a person is really strange." She muttered to herself, looked down at the phone number on her hand, and rubbed it vigorously.
"People like you can't afford to offend people like you. Their heads are not proportional to their height." Mu Niancheng slowly tore a card in his hand into pieces. When he reached the bedside, the scraps of paper followed his
He slowly lowered his fingers and said coolly.
Uncomfortable, as if there is something stuck in my heart, uncomfortable. How can I feel like this? I shook my head in distress, closed my eyes and concentrated.
Ouyang Yiman blinked and stared at him in confusion. No matter what he said, it didn't sound like advice. She suddenly remembered something, grinned, stretched her neck and asked mysteriously, "Brother Chengcheng, are you?
Are you jealous?"
"Cough cough, cough cough." Mu Niancheng closed his eyes and almost didn't choke. He straightened up while coughing, slowly turned around, gave her a disdainful look that was so cold that it could freeze someone to death, and snorted coldly. He turned around.
, no more talking.
You stinky girl actually feels so good about herself. You really don’t realize how many jokes there are.
"Jealous is just jealous. There is no one else here. You won't lose a hair if you admit it." Ouyang Yiman seemed not to realize his disdain and continued to persuade.
Mu Niancheng couldn't bear it anymore. He turned on the music on his tablet computer, put the headphones into his ears, and let all the unnecessary words go with the music.
"Brother Chengcheng, if you don't say anything, I will treat it as if you have admitted it."
After Ouyang Yiman finished speaking loudly, she lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her thoughts.
She needs to think about what happened this time and think about it carefully.
Now that you have made up your mind to be with Mu Niancheng, you must not regret it at all and stick to it, but what happened this time must not happen again in the future.
For Mu Niancheng, she must learn self-defense skills.
More than ten days later, the two were discharged from the hospital.
Avoiding Mu Niancheng, the first thing she and Dai Yuxiao talked about was learning Taekwondo.
Dai Yuxiao looked at her and remembered that Mu Niancheng also asked to learn these self-defense skills. What the hell did the two of them do to coincide with each other? It was agreed in advance, but they were just too shy to say the fact that they were together.
?
No matter what their mood is, Dai Yuxiao supports them.
So a month later, eleven-year-old Ouyang Yiman stood in the classroom of the Taekwondo practice hall.
She was originally well-proportioned but thin, and when she stood in the huge classroom, she realized that most of the people learning Taekwondo were boys, especially girls her age, and she was the only one.
The coach took them to practice and taught them the most basic routines step by step.
Just one hour passed.
Ouyang Yiman was so tired that she lay down on the ground and refused to get up again.
Sweat fell down her cheeks, and her face turned red.
"Why are you, a girl, here to learn Taekwondo? Don't all girls learn dance?" A little fat man lay down next to her, rolled over and lay beside her, and asked inquiringly.
"What do I learn, do I need to report to you? Besides, I can learn whatever I want. What do I care about other people's business?" Ouyang Yiman rolled her eyes at him, stood up, walked to the corner on the other side, and picked up something on the ground.
of water, and drank it gurglingly.
The little fat man's eyes followed her, and he lowered his head in loneliness.
Ouyang Yiman turned around and walked into the corridor outside. There was a floor-to-ceiling window there, and from where she looked down, she had a panoramic view of the entire city.
Brother Chengcheng, what are you doing? For you, I can endure anything.
After the break, it’s a process of practicing in pairs. It means competing with teammates against each other with the moves taught by the coach.
Standing in front of her was a strong boy. He glanced at Ouyang Yiman and opened his posture.
After the teacher gave the order, the entire practice hall only heard bursts of "Hey, hey, hey," and screams.
Ouyang Yiman was no exception. As soon as she rushed forward, she was thrown to the ground by the boy.
Although the ground was covered with a special mat, when her back touched the ground, she still felt a burning pain in her bones. Unwilling to admit defeat, she jumped up and rushed forward again.
"Ah" the boy shouted, made a fist with his backhand, and swept his legs across the floor. Ouyang Yiman only had time to see the disdain on his face before she lay face down on the ground again.
Is she so vulnerable?
She stared at the boy stubbornly.
"Hey, trying to learn Taekwondo under such a system is simply an insult to this sport. I advise you to go home and accompany your boyfriend."
The boy laughed, came over and grabbed her arm, looked her up and down, and said:
"If you don't have a boyfriend, it's not a bad idea to follow me."
"Get out." Ouyang Yiman was so angry that she waved her hand and punched him hard in the face.
The boy's hand let go of her arm and covered his nose, blood dripping down his palm.
"You, damn girl, actually hit me. Let's see how I deal with you."
He rushed up, grabbed Ouyang Yiman, lifted her up gently and deftly, and knocked her down from high in the air.
With a "bang", Ouyang Yiman was thrown to the ground again. This time, it was too heavy.
She felt that all the bones in her body were broken. Gritting her teeth, she climbed up with difficulty. She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and stared at the ugly face in front of her with hatred.
"I didn't provoke you, but you did such a cruel thing to me. I will never let you go." Her deep voice was full of determination and firmness. She gritted her teeth and waved her sore and sore arms again.
Hit him with a fatal blow.
Completely out of order.
She even forgot all about the routines taught by the coach. She just played randomly. As for how many blows she received on her head, body, arms, and legs, she didn't know.
Already numb.
All the students in the entire Taekwondo academy stopped and looked at the crazy girl.
They were restrained.
To be honest, everyone looked down upon her when they saw her. A girl who mingled among boys like this was obviously doing this on purpose, just to provoke more boys. Girls like this nowadays are too
many.
But now, seeing her crazy playing style, which actually forced the boy who had learned it for two months to retreat step by step, they couldn't help but retreat in their hearts.
Why is this girl here?
On the first day after entering the museum, Ouyang Yiman defeated her opponent with her invincible Xiaoqiang spirit, earning her the nickname: Spicy Xiaoya.