Male God's Freestyle Flirting Chapter 132

It was getting late, and the teaching building was quiet. Tang Xia walked around and didn't meet any classmates, so she turned to go to Teacher Luo's office.

She wondered if the teacher had something to do with Han Yu, thinking she might as well give it a try, in case the blind cat ran into a dead mouse.

The office is not far from the classroom, and Tang Xia arrived within a few minutes. However, the door was closed tightly, so she couldn't see whether the teacher was off work.

The girl pursed her lips and didn't dare to knock on the door. After thinking for a while, she stooped carefully and crept under the window sill, peeking inside secretly through the curtains that were not drawn tightly.

I saw Mr. Luo sitting on the seat.

But to our disappointment, there was no sign of Han Yu in the office.

But Tang Xia was still startled, and blinked blankly, seeming a little puzzled.

It is true that Han Yu was not seen in the office, but there was another person.

Duruo.

Han Yu's mother.

Tang Xia was stunned, and looked carefully again.

That's right, it's her.

Tang Xia had met that woman twice, she was noble and dignified, and she would never admit her mistake.

Across the window, Teacher Luo turned his back to Tang Xia, unable to see her expression. But judging from the look on Du Ruo's face, the topic of discussion between the two of them must not be too easy.

The girl frowned, didn't stop any longer, turned around and left quickly.

He couldn't find Han Yu, and for some reason, his heart was beating a little hard, as if it was a sign of something bad. This feeling is very uncomfortable and extremely depressing. Now Tang Xia just wants to go home quickly and get in touch with the boy on his mobile phone.

In the office, the conversation continued.

"Well, I probably understand the situation," Mr. Luo pushed his glasses, his brows were not loosened, and he looked serious for no reason. "It's just Han Yu's mother. If things go on like this, it will really have a bad influence on Han Yu."

Du Ruo didn't tell Teacher Luo everything about her family. After all, her family's ugliness is not publicized, so she only picked out some insignificant things to say. For example, my relationship with Father Han was not good, which caused the boy to have a very weird personality at a young age.

Seeing that the woman did not speak, Teacher Luo sighed, showing a trace of regret, "Actually, Han Yu has been working hard in class recently, and his grades have improved very fast. What I am more worried about now is his temper. I am not alone. What changes mainly depends on your side."

Du Ruo nodded, feeling helpless, "Teacher, I understand what you said, but..." She stopped in the middle of speaking, probably because she didn't know how to word it, "If it can be changed, then the child has already changed, so how can it last forever? till now?"

After all, she was also Han Yu's mother. Du Ruo had already lost one child and was on the way to lose the second.

This second one is even more completely lost.

In the office, the atmosphere was gloomy, and outside the No. 1 Middle School, swords were on the verge of breaking out.

But everyone didn't know what this scene of daggers drawn was like.

Tang Xia couldn't wait for the bus, so she took a taxi and went home all the way. After running upstairs, she went straight to the bedroom, took her mobile phone and called Han Yu.

Now she no longer needs to look for Han Yu's contact information in the address book, and the boy's number has already been memorized by heart.

The call was connected quickly, but no one answered it all the time. Tang Xia was a little anxious, and kept saying in her heart: Han Yu, answer quickly, answer the call quickly.

However, Han Yu didn't answer the call until the notification sound that no one answered came from the phone.

The notification sound was so cold and emotionless, Tang Xia followed the mechanical female voice in her heart, as if being poured into a whole basin of cold water. The uneasiness became more and more intense, causing his right eyelid to twitch wildly, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Tang Xia didn't give up, and made several calls in a row. But no surprise, the boy didn't answer.

The girl's fingertips holding the phone turned cold, her lips turned white, and she tried to calm herself down. After she stabilized, she edited and sent the text message with shaking hands.

It's okay, maybe Han Yu was busy and didn't hear it, he will call back in a while, soon.

However, this wait lasted all night.

Tang Xia didn't sleep all night.

She didn't take a shower, just sat on the bed stupidly until dawn with her mobile phone in both hands.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the bedroom without the curtains drawn in the morning, Tang Xia moved her already stiff neck, and realized in a daze that it was already Saturday.

Today, I have to make up lessons.

She remembered that Han Yu said that he would make another appointment in the evening to go to Teacher Luo's house together. But, where is the boy who never broke his promise to himself?

Didn't you see my call? Didn't you receive my text message? How are you? What the **** happened to you?

Tang Xia put down the phone tremblingly. When she put it down, she felt that the strength that had been supporting her suddenly disappeared, and her whole body relaxed instantly, so soft that she almost fell down. But she held on, bent her knees, and hugged her legs tightly, like hugging that boy, never wanting to let go.

She has never been a strong person, so the tears flowed as she said, and she was very worried.

But Tang Xia didn't dare to make a sound. Dad was at home and was preparing breakfast for her now, so he couldn't let him worry about herself.

After spending ten minutes trying to calm down, Tang Xia calmed down, tidied up and left the bedroom to wash in the bathroom.

Looking up, the girl in the mirror was haggard, her eyes were black and blue, and her mental state was very depressed.

Tang Xia quickly lowered her head, washed her face hastily, and buried her face low when she sat on the dining table.

"Xiao Xia, what's wrong with you?" Tang Zhihai was surprised, and reached out to touch the girl's forehead, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Tang Xia shook her head to avoid it, "No, I suffered from insomnia last night and felt tired." She got up, put down the bread she took two bites of, and after thinking about it, she took the other two clean slices and packed them carefully in a fresh-keeping bag, " In case I get hungry later, I will eat again."

This seems to be explaining.

Tang Zhihai could sense that his daughter was a little abnormal, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't ask any more questions, and only cared: "Then why don't you go to class today?"

"I'm going," Tang Xia replied quickly, as if she was obsessed with something, "I must go," she finished speaking, poured soy milk into her thermos in front of Tang Zhihai, and said to herself, " I want to drink it to see if the soy milk is really good."

Tang Zhihai was stunned, watching Tang Xia put on his shoes and leave, feeling that the girl had changed.

On the way, Tang Xia still couldn't help calling Han Yu a few times, but this time, the phone didn't connect, indicating that the phone was turned off.

At that time, the girl was crossing the road, and when she heard the prompt to turn off the phone, she panicked all of a sudden, her eyes went dark, and suddenly she couldn't see anything.

The sound of a car horn can be heard in my ears, mixed with the driver's angry curses—

"Don't die! I didn't see it was a red light!"

The other party cursed and spat out a bit of resentment, "Damn it, don't crash into my car if you want to die, bad luck..."

Tang Xia was shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat, apologizing and running to the opposite side, her back felt cold, but her heart was even colder.

Chapter end