Chapter 22. Approaching

National Day passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Yi went back to school.

Fortunately, their majors had heavy schoolwork from the beginning of the freshman year, so that he could be relieved from the pain of missing Qiao Li.

Qiao Li is also very busy, two people separated by hundreds of kilometers are struggling to make a living.

After a day of washing up, Feng Yi was about to go to bed on time, but was suddenly attracted by the information in the class.

The first prize of the National Modeling Competition is rich.

He was very moved. Qiao Li was already financially independent, and he was still reaching out to his parents to ask for money. When he thought about it, he felt that there were too many differences between the two.

He deliberately looked for information about the competition, and in previous years, freshmen participated and won awards. This kind of competition has little to do with the knowledge learned in the university, and most of the competition knowledge depends on self-study.

He downloaded the competition materials on the Internet, bought a few thick reference books and software instruction videos, and began to devote himself to learning. Even Qiao Li obviously found that he was not looking for her much.

She was a little strange at first, but her past experience made her accustomed to this state, so she didn't care.

Feng Yi no longer went to bed early. Every night, he would go to study hard in the study room all night with his book and notebook. A tense month passed quickly. He took the hardest attitude in his life to study. National Second Prize.

This is an excellent result for a freshman who has only been preparing for a month. The instructor specially praised him publicly at the annual general meeting.

Feng Yi felt very disappointed. He took his bank card to the luxury store for a walk, and finally found that he had to make up his pocket money to buy a necklace for her.

He has a lot of pocket money. Since high school, it has become a small treasury. But he didn't want to use pocket money, he thought awkwardly: Zhou Zhe must have used his own money to buy gifts for her.

In love, he became sad in the spring and sad in the autumn, and when he saw the bright moonlight, he felt that it was too dazzling. Like an old-fashioned Korean drama hero, he hypocritically confided his thoughts to the moon: "Qiao Li, how can I get closer to you? Woolen cloth?"

His grief was quickly vented.

The team was built in the class, played all day, and had a dinner party in the evening. The boys kept drinking him because of some jealous thoughts, and the girls also came over to toast because of their admiration.

After a circle, almost everyone had a drink with Feng Yi.

He has a good temper and won't refuse. He gets his head when he drinks like this, and speaks with a big tongue in a dizzy manner.

He dragged Monsanto and clamored for milk.

On weekdays, he doesn't like to communicate with the people in the class. In the eyes of the girls, he is a high-cold and academic male god. didn't expect that when he was drunk, he would have such a contrasting and cute side. Look here.

Monsanto held Feng Yi down: "What milk do you drink, do you still want to grow taller?"

Feng Yi nodded confusedly: "Yeah, I'm 0.12 centimeters tall."

Monsanto ruthlessly complained: "I'm afraid it's not because you changed from thin socks in summer to thick socks in autumn."

Feng Yi got angry, and sat sullenly without answering.

This somewhat cute appearance made the girls enthralled collectively. The most popular goddess representative in the class boldly sat beside him and spoke to him: "You are very tall, why are you still not satisfied?"

Feng Yi shook his head: "It's not tall, and it's more manly if it's taller."

The goddess smiled softly: "You are very manly, but I rarely see boys who insist on exercising." The boys in the class were gnashing their teeth.

Monsan can't stand it any longer. It's all in the hands of the master, so why are you still teasing it?

He directly said to the goddess: "Because he is a lover of siblings, he needs to be a little more manly to be worthy of his sister."

The goddess looked ugly, and turned to look at Feng Yi for confirmation.

Feng Yi gave Monsan a thumbs up: "Yes!"

The goddess has no plans to retire: sister and brother love is sister and brother love, and she can also be a royal sister.

"Why do you like sister-in-law love?" She lifted her hair and put it to her ear, revealing a beautiful profile line.

Feng Yi muttered, "Because...because...the female junior holds golden bricks."

The goddess "puchi" smiled, and before she could say "You are so cute", Feng Yi's next words smashed her head with gold stars.

He said: "I hold two gold bricks when I am six years old. Of course, it is best to hold 2.33333333333333..."

Monsan covered his mouth to stop him from continuing to be stupid: "Don't be three." Then he turned to translate to the goddess, "Look at him, he likes someone seven years older."

The goddess's face froze, and she left with a sentence, "Looks like she's really drunk".

Feng Yi continued to mutter: "Mengsan, what kind of milk are you giving me, why is it still intoxicating?"

A group of people broke up noisily, and Feng Yi was blown away by the evening wind, and his drinking also dissipated.

When he reached the school gate, he suddenly stopped.

Everyone followed his line of sight. There was a car parked in front of the school. There was a woman leaning on the door. She was wearing a smart business attire, her hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, and the light was dim. Can feel her oppressive beauty.

The cold male god Feng Yi in everyone's eyes rushed towards him as if he had pressed some kind of special switch. If the human tail hadn't degenerated, then his tail must have wagged an afterimage at this moment.

Qiao Li watched the person who had only chatted with her a few times a month fly over like a small rocket. The excitement was hard to disguise.

It's just an action and an attitude, enough to make her feel needed and loved.

With the smell of alcohol on him, he rushed over and stood in front of her, his dark eyes were wet and bright like a sky full of stars.

It's...so much like a puppy.

Qiao Li stretched out his hand unexpectedly: "Shake hands."

Feng Yi was dumbfounded, so he happily put his hand in her palm as he could hold hands.

really......

"Why are you here?" Feng Yi's words interrupted her slander.

"I came here to do errands. I've been busy all day and now I'm free. I can't get through to your mobile phone, so I just drove over."

They were talking here, and a group of people in the distance looked at each other with their own thoughts.

Monsan finally understood why Feng Yi was so obsessed with it all day, his sweetheart was indeed beautiful. Compared with the female classmates around her, she is warm and not thin. Her hair and body are very soft, but she has a strange strength. Her movements seem to be easy-going, but there is a sense of refined elegance everywhere.

"Who is that?"

"It's a relative, the license plate is from City Z, isn't Feng Yi from City Z?" a girl said.

A certain boy jumped out: "What relatives, looking at the sticky appearance, they are clearly lovers."

Everyone quieted down, and some people's eyes were sore, and they deliberately distorted the mature charm of Qiao Li: "It looks like an old woman at first glance."

No one spoke.

It didn't take long for the hot post "The so-called male god turned out to be just a little white face raised by a rich woman" appeared on the forum, with all kinds of candid photos attached.

And the "nurtured" little white face himself, followed Qiao Li back to the hotel, fell on the bed without saying a word, and slept soundly.

Things fermented very fast, and when he woke up the next day, Feng Yi's cell phone was blown up by his roommate. Feng Yi and Qiao Li had breakfast, and Feng Yi went back to school. After parting with Qiao Li, he opened his phone and saw the explosion message.

After piecing together the scattered information, Feng Yi watched for a while and finally understood what was going on.

He asked Monsan to send him the photo in the post. Qiao Li's face was blurred, but the license plate number was clearly visible.

His face darkened, which was extremely rare.

The first session was a big class, and the classroom was full of people. As soon as he entered the door, it immediately caused a chattering discussion.

Feng Yi is a small celebrity, and his posts during military training made him a little popular, and even other schools in the university town heard about it. This phenomenon undoubtedly aroused the jealousy of some people. He passed a group of boys and heard them say yin and yang strangely: "Tsk, I didn't expect my school spirit to be so good, and such a person would come out."

"No wonder he usually wears famous brands. It turns out that he is supported by a rich woman."

"Look at his watch, at least that number."

Feng Yiyao didn't care about their slander, and his good upbringing over the years kept him in an easy-going and courteous manner, and his expression remained unchanged.

In the eyes of some people, they thought he was cowardly. What could be more enjoyable than the cowardice of the target?

They are more rampant.

"Hey hey, I don't know if the rich lady has any friends. I also want to work less for more than ten years."

"Although I can't see my face clearly, this figure is absolutely amazing."

"Long legs are so beautiful, I don't know if Feng Yi put her legs up when she was serving her last night, it must be very hard to fuck, but this kind of woman must have been fucked by many people, and the bottom is loose and can't be used— —"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yi, who had been silent just now, suddenly stood up and pulled the man from his seat.

He has practiced and played basketball for many years, and his strength is amazing. He grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him like a small hammer, dragged him mercilessly from the person next to the seat, and threw him in the corridor.

This scene happened suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, the large classroom exploded with exclamations and discussions.

Feng Yi, who usually doesn't even speak swear words, actually grabbed that person's collar and punched the bridge of the nose a few times.

Who can lift a person from the middle of the seat and drag him out with ease? This set of actions was so shocking that the people around him even forgot to stop the fight.