Chapter 21: What are you doing with a red face?

"Park Tae-yeon, you are very popular at school. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info" Yuna knocked on the desk table, woke up Park Tae-yeon, who was sleeping, and handed over a stack of letters.

"What?" Park Tae-yeon rubbed his eyes and looked at the pink envelope as the main letter, "Love letter?

"Well, all the girls from other classes asked me to give it to you. Lin Yun'er pursed her lips, skeptical of the eyes of these girls.

"Yun'er xi, you're not interesting enough. Harassment by little boys from outside the class, I'll help you solve it. Even the seniors have interviewed Xiaolin several times. Park Tae-yeon was speechless about the precociousness of Seoul junior high school students, but fortunately, Yoona-chan was still in the normal range.

"Don't blame me for this, these are senior sisters, I can't be like you, even my seniors dare to beat me. Yun'er sat on her side, spread her hands helplessly, and the two of them spoke

Look at the wry smile.

"Hey! I knew I wouldn't have helped the class grab the court. "Park Tae-yeon became famous in school, and it was completely self-inflicted. Because of the curriculum arrangement, Park Taeyan's class in physical education has always shared the playground with a class in the third year of junior high school.

Usually free in physical education class, Park Tae-yeon finds a place to sleep. One day, maybe it's a brain pump, maybe I haven't touched a ball for too long and my feet are itchy and I want to play football.

As a result, when I came to the stadium, I had my own class, and I hadn't enjoyed the stadium for nearly 1 month since the start of school.

Park Tae-yeon immediately organized a football gambling match between the first and third years of junior high school, and the football wins and losses determine the right to use the sports class stadium in the future.

The third class of junior high school took out a cash check for 5 million won in Park Tae-yeon, and happily agreed when it was a bet.

Then Park Tae-yeon showed off and let the children know the difference between football lovers and professional players.

Yuna also expressed to Park Tae-yeon after the game that she was very handsome when she played football and domineering when she fought.

The few who were still unconvinced by the losses in the third year of junior high school were the objects of Park Taeyan's domineering.

Although the physical education class court will be shared for 2 classes in the future, Park Tae-yeon still finds a place to sleep. But he became completely famous in the junior high school of Dayong High School.

First of all, he is handsome, and he doesn't pay much attention to anyone at school except for Yun'er. Just by looking at the absolute school grass, now the football is handsome, the fight is powerful, the most important thing is the rich second generation, when the bet is a wallet, but from the thick stack of 5 million cash checks. A junior high school student with hundreds of millions of cash, it is very polite not to say that you were born as a chaebol.

So Park Tae-yeon's popularity among girls is chasing Lin Yuna's popularity among junior high school boys.

If Yoona's popularity is in the future, Park Tae-yeon can still understand it. And now, before his debut, he is actually a bit similar to Park Tae-yan.

First of all, she is beautiful, as the face of the first girl group in the future, Yun'er's appearance does not have to be doubted, even if she has not grown up yet.

Because I'm going to practice after class, S. It didn't take long for the identity of the trainee of Company M to spread.

Then, the rumor that Yuna was Miss Daughter's daughter began to spread on campus.

So Lin Bai Fumei became the target of junior high school boys.

"What have you been busy with in class lately, you're always grunting!" Lin Yuna was envious of Park Tae-yeon's complete mess at school.

Since fighting for the court and being asked to call parents, Park Taeyan blushed and talked to Jiang Xueqi, although she was ridiculed by the female devil at the time and wanted to dig a pit and bury herself, Jiang Xueqi still called the principal very powerfully, so Park Taeyan was completely free at school. You don't have to hand in your homework, don't affect others in class, whatever you want!

When Park Tae-yeon heard Yuna's question, she immediately sat up, her eyes lit up, and her right index finger kept tapping on the table, "Don't you notice any difference!?"

"What!?" Yuna looked at Park Tae-yeon in confusion, trying to see what was the difference, she bowed her head half-shyly, and whispered uncertainly, "Have you changed your hairstyle?"

Park Tae-yeon pouted speechlessly, tapped the table harder, and his eyes turned downward, reminding Yuna where to observe.

"Wow! It's amazing! How did you do it!" Yoona was completely curious when she found out what Park Tae-yeon wanted her attention to be.

Looking down at the desktop that is clearer than the mirror, his facial features are clearly reflected on the desktop. Looking up at the roof of the classroom, sure enough, a rectangular mirror reflected light was there.

"Hey, hey!" Park Tae-yeon smirked and began to scoop things out of his bag. Abrasives, polishing waxes, waxing sponges, small sliding blades, sandpaper, rags and much more.

"Are you polishing and waxing the tabletop? How idle are you!?" Lin Yun'er asked incredulously as she looked at Park Tae-yeon. As for how much envy there is for its idleness, it is unknown.

Park Tae-yeon smirked, put his face on the tabletop, and slid his hands back and forth on the tabletop, making a sharp grinding sound of "chir~!tze~!". "Amazing, brighter than car waxing. ”

Well, no one cares, and you don't have to listen to classes, and you can't tease Lin Yuna in class, Park Tae-yeon has nothing to do in class except sleep. In this case, I remembered that in the previous life of the anime 'small actions in class', there were all kinds of high-end class big action gameplay, which made Park Tae-yeon, who didn't go to school at the beginning, envious. So Pu, who was not short of money and had time, started his own big move in class.

"Neurotic!" Lin Yuna turned around and lay on her desk, she had no desire to talk to Park Tae-yeon, who could polish and wax the table in class, and Lin Yun'er, who didn't like to study, was afraid that she would be jealous and crazy if she continued to talk about it.

"What. Feeling that her back was being poked by her fingers, Yun'er asked angrily.

"Lend me your pads. ”

"I don't borrow. After a while, she felt that the fingers on her back would not stop, and Lin Yun'er could only compromise, "I'm annoyed, why am I on good terms with you, here you go, don't bother me!"

"OK! ”

When Lin Yuna heard the answer, she lay on the table and thought quietly, how could she kiss Park Tae-yeon, a child with ADHD?

But before he could start his thoughts, he heard the grinding sound of "chir~!tze~!" behind him from time to time.

Lin Yun'er, who was lazy and simple, lay on the table, listening quietly, wanting to use the friction sound as a hypnotic sound, at the end of noon, almost before class, Lin Yun'er, who had been listening, suddenly sat up, turned around and slapped the table.

Park Tae-yeon looked up and looked at Yun'a, blushing shyly, biting her lower lip, and glaring at her with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" asked, seeing that Yun'er was still glaring at herself, and she didn't speak, Park Taiyan directly ignored Lin's façade, if it was ten years later, you Lin Yun'er might still stare at me with your eyes.

Bow your head and continue to wax the pad, and a sound of "chir~!" sounded. Yun'a, who just wanted to speak, blushed again and gritted her teeth, her legs tightly together.

After spending 1 second thinking about it, I realized that I couldn't insist on beating Park Tae-yeon and then going to the bathroom.

Lin Yun'er slapped Park Tae-yeon's desktop, got up quickly, blushed and lowered her head, and left the classroom with high-frequency steps.

Park Tae-yan, who was frightened again, looked at Yun'a who left quickly in confusion.

"Sick?. ”