Hang Feng: "... Come down."

Song Yi said without hesitation: "I don't want it."

Hang Feng: "What do you want me to do to get down?"

Song Yi sat on Hang Feng's shoulder, but her brain began to work rapidly, "Why don't you promise me one thing!"

Hang Feng: "You say."

Song Yi: "Let's be friends."

Hang Feng: "?"

Is there such a strange way of getting along between friends?

Song Yi continued to explain: "Do you know what is the most important thing in friendship?"

Hang Feng didn't understand what she wanted to express, but still replied: "Sincerity?"

"No, the most important thing is not to break the law!" Song Yi said seriously: "You have to promise to be friends with me, you can't fall in love with me! You can't turn evil and imprison me because of your love for me, and you can't do anything against my will. The most important thing is not to kill me! Imprisonment is illegal! Killing is also illegal!"

Hang Feng: "......?"

What is she talking about? What is she thinking about all day long? How come he can't understand a word she says.

And during the few seconds when Hang Feng hesitated, Song Yi's hands began to grab his hair vigorously, lowered her head and shouted into his ear: "Why don't you speak? Hang Feng! What are you thinking about? Have you fallen in love with me and want to imprison me? Hang Feng! Why are you pretending to be deaf and ignore me again? Say something, Hang Feng!"

Hang Feng: "...You speak too fast and I can't get a word in."

Song Yi paused for two seconds, without stopping her hands, and continued to touch Hang Feng's head, "Then you say."

Until the soft black hair was almost turned into a bird's nest by Song Yi, Hang Feng finally spoke, "I promise, I won't."

Song Yi continued She continued to question him, "What don't you know? Why don't you speak complete sentences? Are you trying to find some language loopholes?"

Hang Feng was silent for a few seconds, but he still repeated it according to Song Yi's request, "I promise to be friends with you only, and I will not imprison you because I love you but cannot have you, nor will I do anything against your will, let alone kill you. I also know that killing is against the law."

Hang Feng said this, but Song Yi was still not satisfied, "What if you don't do it?"

Hang Feng: "...God will strike you with lightning?"

Song Yi: "No."

God will not necessarily strike you with lightning. Have you ever seen a novel where the villain was killed by lightning? This is still not safe enough.

Hang Feng lowered his eyes and said, "If I don't do it, I will die before I hurt you."

Song Yi thought about it and felt that this was okay, so she rubbed Hang Feng's hair again and said, "Okay, then I'll come down reluctantly."

Oaths depend on the person. If the person here is Shen Yujing, Song Yi will not believe whatever he says.

But when it comes to Hang Feng, what he says is still credible enough.

Hang Feng squatted slowly on the ground, and Song Yi landed on his shoulders very easily.

Seeing Hang Feng get up, the first thing he did was to reach out and rub his own shoulders. Song Yi took the initiative to reach out and massage Hang Feng, and asked enthusiastically: "My good friend, is this strength okay?"

Hang Feng: "..."

"Okay, let's go quickly." Hang Feng said and walked forward.

"Okay!" Song Yi's attitude towards Hang Feng changed 180 degrees, and she jogged to catch up.

Song Yi shouted, "Slow down! My legs are numb! Numb!"

Hang Feng stopped, although he wanted to scold Song Yi and said she deserved it, if she hadn't tortured herself to this point, it wouldn't have happened.

But seeing the girl bending over and rubbing her legs with grievance, a trace of pity still crept into his heart.

Hang Feng stretched out his arm expressionlessly, "Hold on."

Song Yi put his hand on it without hesitation, "Thank you! My good friend!"

Along the way, all their communications did not leave the word "good friend".

Until Hang Feng sent Song Yi back home.

Before entering the door, Song Yi turned back and waved at Hang Feng, "Goodbye! My good friend! Good night and sweet dreams!"

After that, Song Yi did not expect Hang Feng to respond to his "friendship" and went in directly.

Hang Feng: "..."

Hang Feng watched the door close and lowered his eyes again.

He opened his mouth and whispered: Good night.

Then, Hang Feng went home unconsciously with the back of his head that was rubbed into a bird's nest by Song Yi.

The screen of the mobile phone was on, and there were only two simple words in the Baidu search bar -

friends.

What is a friend? This is an unfamiliar word for Hang Feng. Because of his introverted personality, he has never had any friends since he was a child.

This is the first time that someone has taken the initiative to be friends with him, even though the situation at the time was very outrageous.

Should he and Song Yi be friends?

Suddenly, Hang Feng thought of what Song Yi said today and the oath she asked him to swear.

As if possessed by some ghost, he missed a sentence when he repeated it, a sentence that seemed irrelevant.

She said that he couldn't fall in love with her.

Although this sentence itself sounded very strange, he failed to repeat it completely.

But thinking about it carefully, all Song Yi's words were actually very strange, as if she was afraid that she would hurt her?

This confused Hang Feng.

Although he was a little withdrawn at ordinary times, he didn't do anything to scare Song Yi.

Unless...

she also dreamed of him? Just like he dreamed of turtles many times?

Thinking about it this way, it seems to be somewhat reasonable.

It was already late at night, and Hang Feng quickly got up and went to bed to rest.

But perhaps because of this incident, Hang Feng still felt troubled, so he woke up in the middle of the night and felt dry in the mouth.

So Hang Feng got up with sleepy eyes, and went out in his slippers to get some water without even turning on the lights.

When Hang Feng came back, he saw in the moonlight that there was a strange thing on the floor of his room, and it was moving slowly.

Hang Feng was very curious, so he turned on the light at hand.

When the light came on, Hang Feng also saw the true face of the thing, and then his blood rushed to his head, and he took three steps back.

An ugly turtle was moving arrogantly in his room.

Looking at the turtle in front of him, Hang Feng hesitated for a moment, but still tentatively bent down and waved to it, "Hey! Song Yi? Song Yi? Is that you?"

Of course, the turtle would not pay attention to him, but crawled in another direction.

Hang Feng: "..."

He suddenly realized how stupid his action was, but he still breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

Dreaming? He must have dreamed again!

If Song Yi's dream was so scary, he could understand why she had those inexplicable worries.

Because Hang Feng's mind now had an idea, he also wanted to find Song Yi and let Song Yi swear to him -

no matter what, she would not turn into a cuckold!!!

The next morning.

When Song Yi saw Hang Feng coming to class with dark circles under his eyes, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

Hang Feng did not answer Song Yi's question, but asked, "Did you bring a gift for my grandma yesterday?"

"Yes, I bought a big turtle on the roadside..." Song Yi paused as she spoke, and then reacted, "No, that's not right! Where's my turtle?"

She remembered that she had taken the turtle to the toilet, and then she was so surprised to see Hang Feng that she forgot about the turtle she brought.

Song Yi asked, "How is my turtle? Is it dead? Is it injured?"

Hang Feng: "..."

The turtle is fine, but he almost got hurt yesterday.

But under Song Yi's sight, Hang Feng still replied: "It's okay, I was raised by my grandma."

As for the second half of the sentence, he didn't say it, after all, it was a bit embarrassing.

And Song Yi didn't care too much about Hang Feng's words, because compared to Hang Feng's dark circles and the turtle, there was another more important thing today -

the results of the school beauty and school hunk competition will be announced at noon!

Lunch in the cafeteria.

Murong Huan took Song Yi to a restaurant on the second floor and ordered a table full of dishes.

Eleven fifty-nine.

Murong Huan looked at Song Yi and asked, "Do you know why I want to treat you to dinner today?"

Song Yi thought for a moment, "Because you won the first place in the school beauty contest?"

Murong Huan said, "You guessed half right."

At exactly twelve o'clock, suddenly there were footsteps behind Song Yi, and then a banner was pulled out, which read-

Warmly congratulate Song Yi for winning the first place in the 15th St. Sly College School Beauty Contest!

Song Yi: "......?"

Ah? She is the first? ? ?

And at this moment, something even more ridiculous happened.

A piano accompaniment sounded, and Shen Yujing and Quan Le appeared pushing a cake.

Quan Le: "Congratulations, Song Yi!"

Shen Yujing looked at her and said seriously: "You are just tied for first place with me. Don't be too proud."

After Shen Yujing finished speaking, he took out a banner from behind him and pulled it aside. It read -

Warm congratulations to Shen Yujing for winning the first place in the 15th St. Sley College School Grass Competition!

Song Yi stretched out her hand to interrupt them, "Wait, do you already know the result?"

Murong Huan replied: "The voting deadline is eleven o'clock. Jiang Yiheng is the former president of the Student Union. Naturally, he has a way to know it in advance."

Song Yi was even more confused, "But would Jiang Yiheng do such a boring thing?"

"Of course it's impossible." Shen Yujing answered: "We asked the director of the Internet Publicity Department in his name!"

Song Yi: "..."

Very good, you are worthy of it.

"But wasn't I behind Lu Qingqing before? How did I become the first?" Song Yi looked at the three of them with some suspicion, "Could it be that one of you voted for me?"

The three of them shook their heads in denial, "No, no!"

Murong Huan opened the forum link and was about to show Song Yi the result, but his expression froze.

Obviously there was a surprise.

Song Yi asked expectantly, "Aren't I the first place in the school beauty contest?"

Murong Huan nodded and said, "Yes, you are not."

Song Yi immediately smiled, "Great! I said you should be the first, congratulations on your continued success!"

Murong Huan shook his head, "It wasn't me either."

"Ah?" Song Yi was stunned for a moment, then said with some disappointment: "Lu Qingqing."

Murong Huan looked at Shen Yujing, "Congratulations, you won the first place in this year's school beauty contest."

Shen Yujing: "?"

Quan Le: "?"

Song Yi: "??? Hahahahahahahaha!"

Murong Huan explained: "Because you played Snow White in Shengyu, someone put you on the school beauty list."

Shen Yujing was puzzled: "Does Snow White in school uniform count?"

Song Yi laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, pointing at Shen Yujing, "Hahahaha congratulations, classmate Shen Yujing! You are the school beauty! Your classmates really have a discerning eye for beauty!"

Song Yi said and looked directly at the waiter next to her, "Do you have scissors and tape?"

The waiter immediately brought them to Song Yi.

Song Yi held up the scissors and tape, and carefully cut off the three "Shen Yujing" on Shen Yujing's banner, and also cut off her own name on the banner Murong Huan made for her, replacing it with Shen Yujing's name.

So now this banner became -

Congratulations to Shen Yujing for winning the first place in the 15th St. Sly College School Flower Contest!

Song Yi was very satisfied.

However, the next second, Shen Yujing snatched the scissors and the banner with Song Yi's name from Song Yi, and then... pasted it on the banner that originally belonged to him.

So the banner became -

Congratulations to Song Yi for winning the first place in the 15th St. Sly College School Flower Contest!

Song Yi directly reached out and pressed the back of Shen Yujing's neck, "What are you doing?"

If you can't afford to play, why drag others into the water?

And Shen Yujing was not annoyed, instead he looked at her warmly, "Congratulations, Song Yi! You are the school hunk! Your classmates really have a good eye for handsome guys!"

Song Yi: "???"

Murong Huan looked at Song Yi and explained, "Because of your performance on the Shengyu stage, everyone thinks you are cute in men's clothes, so your support rate for being the school hunk has also soared."

Song Yi: "..."