Chapter 43: He is He Heng
Chapter 43 He is He Heng
The boy next to the acne-prone boy is tall, about 1.8 meters tall, with a few soft bangs hanging on his forehead, clear-eyed, and many little girls around him are secretly watching him.
He Hengman raised his gaze inadvertently and saw Tang Qi leaning lazily against the aisle wall with his arms and chest folded, his eyes froze.
"I'm going. I haven't seen you for a few days. The school girl has undergone plastic surgery? It's so beautiful." The acne-prone teenager's eyes were glowing.
He Heng drank lowly, "Shut up!" Then put away the phone and squeezed in the direction of Tang Qi.
"Tang Qi." He walked to Tang Qi's side, propped up the roof of the car with one hand and put the other in his pocket, indescribably handsome and handsome, and a group of little girls who were watching him exclaimed in low voices.
"So handsome..."
"It's He Heng, a senior in high school, and his family is super rich."
Tang Qi squinted and thought for two seconds, and finally found it from her memory, "Ah, it's you."
felt his conscience and said that He Heng's own conditions are quite good, he has money and looks, and he is also generous in his shots. A necklace of at least 50,000 yuan can be given away.
"I haven't seen you for the past two days, have you asked for leave?" He Heng asked with a smile.
"I didn't ask for leave, correctly speaking, truancy?"
He Heng looked at her in surprise, "You missed school for two days?" He had been waiting for Tang Qi's reply for the past two days, but he didn't even see a figure. He even wondered if she was avoiding him on purpose.
Tang Qi's face was indifferent and silent.
"If you miss school for more than three days, you will be expelled. Are you in any trouble?" He asked with concern.
"There is such a rule." Tang Qi was surprised.
So, if she doesn't go to school today, she will be automatically expelled?
She was a little tempted. If she was expelled, wouldn't she not have to go to school in the future? However, grandma probably can't accept her being expelled from school?
He Heng saw her looking down and didn't speak, and said in a warm voice, "You don't have to worry too much. I'll go to the dean of the school to help you talk. You should make up the fake note, it should be fine."
The acne-prone teenager also squeezed over, and looked at Tang Qi with a smile, "Hey, school flower, you also take this subway, I haven't seen you before."
Tang Qi couldn't find the corresponding impression in her memory, "Who are you?"
Zhang Yu had a very hurt expression on his face.
"He is in my class, Zhang Yu, you should have seen him." He Heng introduced.
Tang Qi nodded and said nothing.
Zhang Yu quickly regained his vitality, his mouth was so sweet that he didn't want money, "As expected of the school flower, our school uniforms are of old-fashioned style and old-fashioned colors, so the school flower can wear such a high-level feeling, on par with international big names!"
Tang Qi hooked her lips and smiled. She would tell the other party that she was wearing a school uniform because she didn't go to high school and didn't know how to wear it?
Western vocational school uniform is a three-piece set, sports style, short sleeves, sports jacket and slacks, girls are leather pink base, white strips match, very traditional sports school uniform, with the popular tie shirt plaid skirt uniform style In comparison, it's a blast.
The management of the vocational high school in the West District is loose. Except for Mondays, you can not wear school uniforms at other times.
There were many students from West District Vocational High School in the carriage, and only Tang Qi was wearing a school uniform.
Get off at the station, exit the subway, and then go to the school. Tang Qi touched the jewelry box in the school uniform pocket and asked He Heng, "Are you free? I have something to talk about."
He Heng looked at her tenderly, "Is it okay at noon?"
Tang Qi nodded indifferently, turned around and walked towards the teaching building of the second year of high school. He Heng is in the preparatory class of the third year of high school, and he will go straight to the first year of the art college in City B next semester.
Facing the astonished or astonished eyes, he found the classroom of the second grade English class.
There were already quite a few people sitting in the classroom, eating breakfast, playing with mobile phones, putting on makeup, whispering each other, and making noise. Tang Qi stepped in with a frown, and the atmosphere gradually became quiet.
I saw the girl walking in, with thick, straight, black hair like seagrass behind her head, showing a smooth and full forehead, a small face the size of a palm, delicate and beautiful, and black colored glass eyes quenched with ice, alienated and indifferent.
"It's Tang Qi..."
"I'm going, is she going to have plastic surgery? Why has it changed so much."
"Okay now, I'm afraid Yang Ya's school flower position is going to be unsteady, right?"
"Cut, haven't you been seated? Tang Qi has always been beautiful, but she used to be low-key."
"That's called being low-key? She didn't dare to lift her head before, and she was cringing all day as if someone had bullied her."
"Don't you guys just like that tone?"
Ignoring the surrounding discussions, Tang Qi walked to the position in memory and stood still.
The desks and benches were full of footprints and dust, and the desks were turned over in a mess. She buttoned the table of the girl who was eating bread at the back table, "Classmate, borrow a tissue, do you have any?"
(end of this chapter)