Lin Yuan's mind was still chaotic, his hands already conformed to his heart and hugged the person who had long wanted to hug.

A Chan prides himself on his hands and feet like a koala and wraps him around him, "You ran to save me, and the big crowd also hugged me, and this time you never want to draw a line with me again! Everyone can see, See how you deny it.

We are now two little grasshoppers on the same rope ~ "

"Well." Lin Yuan seemed to sigh, but there were bright smiles in his eyes that could not be concealed. I was finally able to take a good look at her without worrying about showing real emotions. "Aren't you injured? Did you suffer?"

A Chan felt that his expression of interrogation seemed to be as hard as she would go up with the boys as long as she said yes.

"No, I said I'm strong. Those weak chickens can be done with one small finger." She said, and she still stretched out her thin white fingers and ticked off.

The school sister who brought the boys from the logistics department to the ladder from the gym equipment room felt that she was caught by a big mouthful of dog food.

"It looks ... the ladder is not needed anymore?"

A Chan didn't let go in Lin Yuan's arms and turned her head: "Thank you Xuejie ~ Those few people above may still need it."

Unable to rescue the school flower girl, the senior of the logistics department regretted to help get the remaining few people off the terrace.

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Now the entire high school department knows that Lin Yuan ’s heroes saved the beauty, and that the true and “hug” won the beauty. Lin Yuan is no longer indifferent to Achan ’s pretense, besides, he also realized that even if he endures to stay away from her Will find her.

Now Lin Yuan seems to have entered the other extreme, wishing to keep guarding her like a guardian beast guarding his treasure.

After a lapse of many years, A Chan and A Yuan are finally at the same table again.

A Chan slept on the desk, A Yuan propped her chin out of the window, looked at her and unconsciously moved her face to stare at her sleepy face.

She put a hand under her face, pillowed her mouth a little, and her face was puffy and cute.

So the students in the class saw a gentle expression on Lin Yuan's face, which was fierce and indifferent ...

Gentle expression? !

What is this fantasy scene?

At the meal time, A Chan and A Yuan also went to the cafeteria to eat together.

A Chan's food intake is also famous in the school forum. In the forum, there were some disdainful voices that were borrowed from the topic: "It really is the lower class, haven't you eaten any good food? You can eat hard without money and it's not a shame ..."

Seeing that she didn't approve the vest, she directly replied: "You can't eat without fat", which attracted a message expressing envy, jealousy and hatred for this physique, and gradually overshadowed the voice of Jing Jing.

Although the young man had eaten a lot, Lin Yuan thought he had eaten a lot, but he still couldn't eat it. A Chan finished another spaghetti with meat sauce, and Yuan asked her what else she wanted to eat.

"Want to eat ... pizza! The one with green peppers. I want a plate of potato chips ~"

"How many pizzas?"

"Two ... four, right?"

A Yuan put down the chopsticks and got up to help her. Achan grabbed the little cake and waited while eating.

A Yuan quickly brought back what she wanted to eat. "They all said that the foie gras in the cafeteria is delicious. Do you want to eat it?"

There are many students lining up every day to make foie gras stalls, sometimes there are people waiting in the queue but the foie gras has been sent out. Lin Yuan himself never joins in the excitement, and generally just eat whatever he wants.

"eat!"

Lin Yuan went to wait for the tail of the foie gras to line up. In front of him was a very thin and thin boy who was recruited for free. Standing in front of the legendary school bully, the whole person was uneasy. Do you want to change your position and stand in front of him?

Lin Yuan: "No."

"Oh ..." It doesn't seem to be as brutal as the rumors ...

The foie gras limit is limited to one serving per person. Lin Yuan waited more than ten minutes to get one serving.

"Ayuan, you are the best!"

Classmate at the side table: I don't know why I feel a little braced.

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Lin Yuan didn't give away the present gift that year, he left it to commemorate himself for so many years, he would still feel regretful after all. Fortunately, they met again now.

But he still faces a serious, deja vu problem-

He still has no money.

Although the Lin family offered him to go to school and rented a house for him, in order to control him so that he could not leave the Lin family to survive independently, he only paid 500 yuan per month and had to pay water and electricity fees himself.

Fortunately, he has no daily expenses and needs money, but he has basically no savings. Sometimes I beat the Lin Jia Xue, and that month may not even hit 500 yuan.

I didn't feel much in the past, but now I suddenly need to use money before I feel stretched.

Regarding the way to make quick money, Lin Yuan thought about it and finally thought of one.

Friday night is the time for countless office workers to party and relax. Bars and nightclubs are standing next to each other, and some underground places are full of people.

"It's time for you to play on the 17th and 29th!" The simple backstage curtain was opened, and the staff shouted inwards.

A Yuan put on his gloves and walked towards the entrance of the stage. He was bare-chested, wearing the black shorts and gold-edged shorts provided by the underground boxing ring. The belt position was attached to "17".

The fighters in the underground boxing are often injured because of frequent injuries, and the movement of people is very fast. It is generally young and healthy young people who want to make quick money. It is not difficult to participate. Most of the underground boxing venues that can be opened have a backstage. Even if the boxer is seriously injured, there will not be too much trouble in the boxing venue.

Compared with the burly figure of other boxers, A Yuan looks very thin and his face is too immature and clean. Only the old scars on his body make him look like a good student in the ivory tower.

Fighting with black boxers and boxing students in aristocratic schools is obviously not at the same level. Although it is more difficult for Ayuan, it is just a few more punches, and it will not hurt more than the magic weapon.

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Lin Yuan smeared the mist from a mirror in the bathroom of the apartment. The bruises on the corners of his mouth did not know whether it could be eliminated on Monday, and could not be seen by A Chan.

He returned to the bedroom around the bath towel, sitting on the bed and using his mobile phone to search for what gift to give the girl. Thousands of dollars were earned from punching / black boxing, which should be enough.

He swept away, saw several product links, and wrote something like "She was moved to cry", "Girlfriend was moved to cry" and so on, clicked in and looked like they were not very reliable and decided Or go to the mall tomorrow.

On Saturday the next day, after getting up, A Yuan deliberately went to the mirror to take a look. Thanks to his excellent recovery, the bruises on his face had already faded to the naked eye.

He went to a cosmetics counter in the mall and looked at the rows of bottles and colorful things, showing a dazed expression rarely.

"Are you helping your girlfriend choose gifts?" The salesperson asked sweetly.

"... Well." A Yuan touched his nose without being natural.

"Which one do you want to buy?"

"Well ... lipstick." Occasionally I heard the girls in the class discussing what color number, saying that there is never too much women's lipstick, and it is probably not wrong to choose lipstick ...

"Is there a fancy brand? Do you need a color code for you?"

"Ok……"

Lin Yuan finally spent more than three hundred to buy a lipstick recommended by the D shopping guide recommended by the shopping guide. It is said that the sales are very good and suitable for girls with white skin.

A Yuan came home and turned over all of his money, and together it was more than seven hundred. If you take Achan out to play in the future, the money will definitely not last long.

It seems that to find a way to save money and get independent from Lin's family, we must hurry up on the agenda. He thought about it for a long time. He had no strength and was a minor, and his spirit was damaged. The only thing that seemed to be his hand was this strength.

The underground boxing field was not strictly checked, allowing him to mix in. The quick way to make money that Lin Yuan can think of now seems to be only playing / black boxing.

The wounds on his face had almost disappeared on Monday, Lin Yuan carefully put the lipstick in the innermost layer of the schoolbag, thinking that maybe A Chan would like it, and there was a little joy in his eyes.

But as soon as he arrived in the classroom, he didn't wait for him to get his red lipstick, and A Chan noticed something was wrong.

"You are hurt?"

Lin Yuan subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth that he could no longer see.

"Someone bullied you again ?!"

Lin Yuan lowered his hand, "No, I was not injured."

A Chan reached out with a blank expression and poked him, hitting the wound, making A Yuan change his expression unpreparedly.

"Learn to lie to me, eh?"

"... I was wrong." Lin Yuan tried to change the subject. "I bought you a gift."

"Hey?"

He took the red from his schoolbag. The first time he gave a gift to a girl he had loved for many years, he was uncomfortable and handed her something with his eyes down.

"Lipstick," Achan unpacked the package. "You can paint it for me."

Lin Yuan froze for a moment, subconsciously took the lipstick she passed over, looked down at the little lipstick, and then looked at Achan who raised his head and waited for him to paint, and the tip of the ear was quietly red.

"Hurry up."

Lin Yuan reddish her ears, carefully holding lipstick on her lips and gently drawing on it, seriously and rigorously as if treating a famous painting. Several of his fingers rested on her face, under her fingers was her warm and delicate skin, and her breath spattered on the tip of his lipstick.

The touch from his hands made the innocent teenager's throat itchy and his heart beat faster, making him almost crooked with a cramped finger.

The classmates on the side watched dumbfounded as the school tyrant used his pair of punching iron fists, carefully pinched the lipstick and applied the lipstick carefully to the girl, even forgetting to conceal his line of sight, staring at the iron man's tenderness in a daze The spectacle was not found even when the pen in his hand fell to the ground.

However, Lin Yuan's mind was all on A Chan at this time, and she didn't pay attention to people other than A Chan. She didn't pay attention to the bright eyes of the students next to her.

Lin Yuan withdrew his hand and seemed relieved. "All right."

A Chan narrowed his eyes and smiled, then grunted his mouth, "How about, is it more tempting to apply lipstick! There is a urge to kiss."

She said that she still leaned towards Linyuan, Linyuan's ears were red and shining, and she stiffened in place, red from the neck to the top of her hair.