The next class was physical education. Yi Ran took the racket and put it on his shoulder. With a healthy smile, he invited Song Yumeng, "Come and watch me play next class."

Song Yumeng glanced at her. Although she had already agreed to her in her heart, she said, "I'll think about it."

Her pretended indifference made Yi Ran believe it.

"What are you still thinking about? Anyway, you don't like Liu Luoyang and won't watch him play. Can't you come and watch me?" Yi Ran smiled slyly and said in a naughty tone, "I'll teach you how to play?"

"You call that teaching people how to play?" Song Yumeng couldn't help but complain. She didn't forget the last time Yi Ran said he would teach her how to play, but what was the result? He would show off all kinds of fancy skills.

Yi Ran wanted to say something, but at this time a friend from the next class who had made an appointment to play ball with Yi Ran came to find her, so she had to leave first.

"Remember to come and see me!"

Before leaving, Yi Ran held the ball handle in his hand and the racket on his shoulder, wearing a clean and simple sportswear, and walked slowly backwards towards Song Yumeng, with a youthful smile on his face, his eyebrows curved, his mouth grinning, and his smiling eyes charming, so brilliant and dazzling. At

this moment, Song Yumeng's breathing stopped abruptly. She could clearly feel the throbbing in her heart. Her clear eyes were slightly pale, confused and intoxicated. In her pupils that were deep enough to accommodate everything, only Yi Ran's figure was reflected at this moment.

Yi Ran had already walked away from the ball player, but she was still fascinated until Su Xiaoxiao came over to call her.

"Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu?" Su Xiaoxiao saw that she was in a daze, so she gently pushed her with her hand.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Song Yumeng finally came to her senses.

"What are you looking at the back door? There's nothing at the back door?"

"Uh... nothing." Song Yumeng hurriedly took her hand and walked towards the playground, trying to change the subject, "It's time to go to class, let's go!"

On the way, she secretly touched her face when Su Xiaoxiao wasn't paying attention.

It's a little hot.

As usual, the physical education teacher asked the whole class to run two laps around the playground and then let them move freely. A group of young and energetic high school students were sweating on the playground.

On the badminton court, Yi Ran was playing against someone else, the badminton kept flying back and forth, but she was a little absent-minded, her eyes kept scanning the playground.

But she didn't see the person she wanted to see.

She was disappointed and empty. When she swung the ball back, her racket missed, and the badminton lay quietly on the ground.

This was the third ball she missed.

She thought Song Yumeng was not on the playground and not watching her play, but what she didn't know was that Song Yumeng was lying on the guardrail of the rooftop watching her play.

She saw her every move, and watched it carefully.

Su Xiaoxiao was also on the rooftop, and Song Yumeng pulled her there.

"Xiaoyu, don't you usually watch Liu Luoyang play at the basketball court? Why are you on the rooftop today?" Su Xiaoxiao thought she was watching Liu Luoyang.

Yi Ran below accidentally missed the ball again, and bent down to pick it up in frustration. Song Yumeng smiled slightly with a smile in her eyes, and said lightly: "I don't like Liu Luoyang anymore."

If she counted correctly, this was the fifth ball she missed. Why was Yi Shenjing so bad today? Who was he looking at when he looked around? Himself?

"Ah?!" Su Xiaoxiao was obviously shocked and looked at her in amazement, "No way, Xiaoyu, you don't like Liu Luoyang anymore? Why?"

"I just don't like him anymore, and I don't know why." The words were said to Su Xiaoxiao, but she was only looking at Yi Ran on the playground.

"Who are you looking at?" Su Xiaoxiao was curious and looked in the direction of her gaze. It was the direction of the badminton court. She saw a familiar figure and guessed, "Are you looking at classmate Yi Ran?"

"!!!" Song Yumeng, who was hit by the words, reacted very strongly. Her heart was beating fast and her face was visibly red. She said everything in a hurry, "How is it possible? Who is looking at her? What's so good about her? She can't even catch a ball. She's useless!"

Su Xiaoxiao: "Uh... okay then."

Later, until the end of the class, Song Yumeng's eyes never moved away from Yi Ran, and the smile on her lips never disappeared. There were even several moments when the smile was so sweet and doting that Su Xiaoxiao became suspicious.

She was a little confused about the situation, so was she looking at classmate Yi Ran or not? ? ? Also, why does she always feel that Xiaoyu is fooling her?

After the PE class, Song Yumeng returned to the classroom. Yi Ran saw her back and immediately approached her and asked, "Where did you go for PE class? Why didn't I see you?"

Song Yumeng rolled her right eye sideways and made up an excuse, "I went back to the classroom, what's wrong?" She said it as if it were true.

"You didn't come to watch me play..." Yi Ran pouted, his expression was as aggrieved as he could be, Song Yumeng almost softened and told the truth.

However, Yi Ran suddenly changed his face, shook his head and sighed, pretending to be very regretful, "What a pity, you missed a wonderful badminton match."

"Come on, it's so wonderful, but you can't even catch other people's balls, you are so useless!" Song Yumeng complained mercilessly.

However, this hit the mark. Yi Ran raised his eyebrows, touched his chin and said with a half-smile: "Wait, how do you know I didn't catch someone else's ball? Didn't you come to see it?" "I

didn't come to see it in the first place!" Song Yumeng was confused. "I, I just happened to pass by and took a look."

She didn't know that she would stutter and blush when she was nervous, but Yi Ran knew.

However, she didn't expose Song Yumeng for lying. She thought silently: The "one look" she mentioned probably means watching for a long time, right?

Yi Ran didn't know where she saw it, but she knew that Song Yumeng must have come to see it. She

always says one thing and means another, stupid.

...

After dinner, she returned to the classroom. As soon as she stepped into the classroom, everyone in the classroom looked at Song Yumeng as if they were watching a play.

Song Yumeng was stunned for a second, but after she saw the big words on the blackboard, she understood everything.

The names of "Xu Yuan" and "Liu Luoyang" were written on the blackboard, with a heart drawn in red chalk in the middle.

It was probably just someone's prank.

Song Yumeng felt uncomfortable for some reason, but she was not uncomfortable with Liu Luoyang and Xu Yuan, but she hated these people in the class who liked to join in the fun. What did Liu Luoyang have to do with her, Song Yumeng?

"What are you looking at? What does this have to do with me?

If you join in the fun again, you will be in trouble!" Song Yumeng met the gazes of those people without fear and issued a danger warning. As expected, those people did not dare to join in the fun anymore and did their own things. A boy went up to wipe the words off. However, what they did not understand was: Doesn't this arrogant girl like Liu Luoyang? So it doesn't matter?

Yi Ran watched Song Yumeng walk all the way over and sit down, and smiled at her elegantly. She had looked at her a lot just now, but she was just curious about how she would react after seeing the words on the blackboard. She didn't expect that she would be so disgusted.

The little worry in her heart disappeared. She believed that Song Yumeng had really let go of Liu Luoyang this time, and it would be absolutely impossible for her to like him again in the future.

She felt particularly relaxed and satisfied, and the corners of her lips naturally lifted up.

Seeing her smile, Song Yumeng patted her thigh and said, "You too, what are you looking at? You are not allowed to look!"

She was just being angry, but in fact, it was no different from being coquettish. She really treated Yi Ran differently from other people who were joining in the fun.

Yi Ran coaxed, "I won't look anymore, so please don't be angry, okay?"

Song Yumeng pouted and crossed her arms, acting like a proud young lady: "I'm not angry, they are not worthy of my anger. Why, is it that I haven't shown it clearly enough? Some people actually think that I like Liu Luoyang, how blind they are."

Yi Ran chuckled. She thought Song Yumeng was cute when she was angry and aggrieved. She also thought Song Yumeng was cute when she was angry with others like this.

"Then Miss Song, can you explain it to them?"

Song Yumeng rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "Tsk, why bother telling them? They are not worthy yet!"

"Is that so..." Yi Ran smiled, thinking, thinking: If they are not worthy, then I am?

So is this partiality?

...

Feelings are strange and mysterious things. Ever since Yi Ran sent He Xiaomeng home late at night last time, she has liked Yi Ran.

But she is not sure how Yi Ran feels about her. But she saw such a saying on the Internet - if you want to know whether the person you like likes you, then you should wear a more revealing dress in front of him. If he compliments you on your beauty without changing his expression, then he probably doesn't like you. If he blushes and puts his clothes on you, then he probably likes you.

He Xiaomeng decided to try this test, so she wore a sleeveless floral dress in early April.

She walked up to Yi Ran with the hem of her dress lifted, and asked nervously, "Well, do you think I look good in this dress?"

She looked at Yi Ran expectantly.

Yi Ran looked at it carefully, then nodded and praised: "Well, it's pretty good. But it's only 10 degrees outside, aren't you cold wearing this?"

Yi Ran's answer made her feel cold, and she forced a smile and said: "It's not cold, I'll go back to my seat first."

After she left, Song Yumeng took a look at Yi Ran's thick cotton coat and asked very "considerately": "Oh, it's only 10 degrees outside, aren't you cold wearing this?"

She just sat in the seat and heard the conversation between the two clearly. It's not that she disliked He Xiaomeng, but she felt very sour in her heart, more sour than drinking a bottle of vinegar.

But what made her complacent was that Yi Ran didn't put clothes on He Xiaomeng, but she put clothes on herself.

Song Yumeng's weird words made Yi Ran neither laugh nor cry. He asked timidly: "Are you... angry?"

"What kind of international joke are you playing? Why should I be angry? I'm obviously concerned about you. Do you think I look angry?"

Yi Ran: ...

Song Yumeng did have a smile on her face, but it was a dangerous and sinister smile, not friendly at all.

Yi Ran secretly complained in his heart: You might as well not smile!

The next morning, Song Yumeng wore a more revealing and sexy dress out of spite. It was a black silk suspender. The slender black suspenders went around the shoulders and the hem was slightly longer to wrap around the hips, revealing skin that was whiter than snow. The tight body-wrapping outlined her exquisite figure. She was sexy and seductive.

The hottest weather was no more than 20 degrees Celsius, and the temperature was low in the morning, so she just wore this and went out. She couldn't help shivering when a gust of cold wind blew.

She didn't bring a coat, because she was sure that some guy would give her his clothes to wear later.

If not, then just ignore her forever!

It was very early, and Yi Ran was the only one in the classroom. Song Yumeng walked in swaggeringly and deliberately pushed the door, which hit the back wall with a crisp sound.

This sound attracted Yi Ran's attention. She tilted her head to take a look, and at one glance, a wave of heat rushed straight to her forehead, and her face turned red.

Song Yumeng was wearing something extremely hot and revealing. She had no idea where to put her eyes. She turned her head away in panic and covered her eyes with her hands. Her breathing was not steady.

Song Yumeng was simply so happy about Yi Ran's reaction that she couldn't hide it. She knew that she was very attractive to Yi Ran. But she didn't intend to let Yi Ran go so kindly. She

deliberately squeezed into Yi Ran's sight, posed coquettishly, and asked in a tempting tone: "Am I pretty?"

Yi Ran's face couldn't be redder, and he let go of his hands that were covering his eyes, and turned his head evasively, his eyes fell to a place where he couldn't see her.

Song Yumeng smiled secretly and moved to a place where Yi Ran could see her, and asked with a smile: "Answer me, is it pretty or not?"

"Pretty bullshit! Tell me what kind of clothes you are wearing, are you here to go to school or to be a model?" Yi Ran said as he unzipped his cotton coat and took it off, pretending to put it on her.

Song Yumeng retreated playfully, and asked knowingly: "What are you doing?"

Yi Ran was holding the cotton coat, feeling shy and annoyed: "What do you say! Come here quickly, don't force me to do it by force."

Song Yumeng was so happy that she didn't move.

Yi Ran really used force, holding her wrist and pulling her into his arms, then framing her with his arms and not allowing her to escape from his arms, forcibly putting on the warm cotton coat for her, and pulling the zipper to the highest point.

Song Yumeng was very obedient in his arms, and she enjoyed it very much, and she knew that Yi Ran would definitely put clothes on her.

Yi Ran said fiercely: "I'm warning you, if you come to school wearing this kind of clothes again, I will report you to the Moral Education Department!"

Song Yumeng raised the corners of her mouth and continued to ask: "You haven't answered my question yet, am I good-looking?"

Yi Ran took a breath, nodded with a red face, and said seriously: "Good-looking, really, but you are not allowed to wear this kind of clothes to school in the future."

Just because of Yi Ran's words, Song Yumeng was both happy and shy. Her mood was like a balloon that kept flying up. A smile appeared on her lips and a blush appeared on her face.

Yi Ran saw it and couldn't help but smile. There was a soft spot in his heart that kept falling down.

At this time, Song Yumeng raised her eyes full of smiles and asked, "Why did you only let me wear clothes? He Xiaomeng was also wearing very revealing clothes yesterday."

Yi Ran coughed twice and said perfunctorily, "Why are you asking so many questions? It's really..."

Song Yumeng smiled secretly with her head down, not quite understanding.

So this is favoritism?