She is soft on my heart

Chapter 100 I'm More Than Just a Roommate
Jiang Cong thought that the little girl should at least think about it, but who knew she would immediately reply: "Stay here."

I began to water the flowers and fertilize in my heart.

But before the buds bloomed, I saw the little girl sweeping around the books on the table, in the pockets of the table, and in the boxes by the feet, and sighed, "There are too many books, and I have to move them around if I change places."

Jiang Cong: "."

After finishing speaking, Li Xingshen suddenly remembered that this was originally Jiang Cong's territory, so he turned his face and asked him, "Is it okay?"

Jiang Cong was still immersed in his own inner activities that would fade away after a while, and he didn't realize it, "What?"

"Keep sitting here, okay?"

She has a serious face, as if it's just because she doesn't want to move the table and books and change seats.

"Yes." Jiang Cong slowly raised his eyebrows, his tone was lazy.

Li Xingchen smiled at him.

Jiang Cong looked at the little girl's bright smile, and asked her unwillingly, "Is there no other reason?"

It was Li Xing's turn to react, "What?"

"Is there no other reason for wanting to continue sitting here?"

Li Xingshen thought for a while, "Yes."

Her soft voice said the answer Jiang Cong wanted to hear: "It's good to be at the same table with you."

Jiang Cong became more at ease, and hummed comfortably and arrogantly, he could no longer see his depression from yesterday at all, and the youthful look in his brows and eyes was wrapped in the usual carelessness and carelessness.

He glanced at her, and the corners of his lips curled up in a slightly naughty way, his words were meaningful, and he boasted: "Li Xingchen, I'm more than just your deskmate."

The next moment he received his gaze, Li Xingshen opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but he pretended not to understand.

That's all very well, she thought.

"Li Xingchen." Qiu Qize stood at the door of the class, holding the report card and reading names one by one.

Only then did I realize that the class was completely empty, and the two of them were left sitting and chatting, with pairs of eyes staring at them from outside.

The situations of these two people are diametrically opposed, and it is quite common that they don't need to come out.

Old Yan cast his gaze over with a smile on his face, "Xingchen, you choose your position first."

"Teacher, I'll take my seat." Li Xingshen responded obediently.

The group of boys outside opened the back door and started to make a fuss, Jiang Cong glanced sideways, and immediately fell silent.

If he didn't get it, it would be embarrassing for him to make a fuss in front of the teacher.

Others are confused about the situation, is this an affair period, or are they together, anyway, pure friendship must be ruled out, but there is one thing to say, the two of them sit there and take a look, and they can both go to shoot a promotional video for the school up.

Whispering.

The advanced elements drive the backward elements, and Jiang Cong's changes can be seen with the naked eye. Lao Yan was originally extremely satisfied with the pair of tablemates he arranged, but now his face is a bit tangled.

Because he was trendy at home, the girl at home taught him to browse Weibo post bars and so on. When he was enjoying himself, he thought of going to the school Chaochao to have a look. When he saw it, he saw two cabbages of his own.

At the beginning, there was a kind of excitement for children to go on TV, and I looked through the comments with great interest, and found that the following were talking about kswl, awsl, and locked up a bunch of unknown words for the master, so I didn’t know what the girl meant.

But after several explanations, she still didn't quite understand, so the girl had no choice but to sum it up in one sentence: Dad, let me tell you this, it's just that your two cabbages are not very good.

In a word, Lao Yan didn't sleep well for several nights, opened the window and sighed to Yue.

But now, with Shang Li Xingshen being open-minded and having no manly eyes except for studying, Lao Yan's worries disappeared in an instant.

He believed in classmate Xingshen!Student Xingshen must be just performing the task he gave, as for the other...

Lao Yan moved his eyes a little and landed on the young man's face, but his train of thought was interrupted by the wound on his face, and he asked in a concerned tone, "What's the matter with your face?"

He didn't think about fighting. Although Jiang Cong made a lot of troubles for him, but speaking of fighting, he really didn't see this kid get hurt, and his wounds didn't look like it.

Jiang never said the reason, but said flatly: "It's okay, thank you for your concern."

Lao Yan gave up and just asked him to get some medicine for rubbing.

With such an interruption, Lao Yan didn't think about his previous thinking any more, and asked Qiu Qize to continue to read the name.

Qiu Qize's eyes stopped for a few seconds on the two people in the corner from the penultimate row. Looking back at the report card, he pinched the paper slightly with his fingertips, but no one noticed.

After they all picked their seats, they began to move the tables. The rows in the back remained unchanged. According to the plan 800 years ago, Xiao Jia's ranking improvement this time was to stay away from Jiang Cong, but it's different now.

In addition to Li Xingchen, Ru Ling's grades are also good. She is the kind of person who fluctuates a lot. Last time she ranked above [-], she broke into the top [-] in her grade this time. sit.

In the past few days, even the top 715 scorers in liberal arts who have bombarded the whole grade and even the whole school can't do the holiday syndrome. They are like eggplants beaten by frost, and they can't get up.

Even under such circumstances, Jiang Quan still kept his promise and did what he said, not missing a single letter of the word that should be copied. However, considering that the improvement is indeed not small, the ten times were shortened to five times.

Everyone's heart: oh huh...

After Jiang Quan emphasized in class, the boys in the back row went into the left ear and out of the right ear. As soon as the get out of class bell rang, they hooked up their shoulders and went straight to the basketball court.

At the entrance of the basketball hall, Yang Lang received a call, answered it with a smile, and hung up while crying.

"What's wrong?" Feng Cheng asked after the group stopped.

Yang Lang had a fucking expression on his face, "Brother Cong let us go back and copy the words."

"..."

During the two-day vocabulary tour, Jiang Quan said that Li Xingshen could not copy, but she chose to share the joys and sorrows with her friends.

And she also accidentally discovered that Jiang Cong, who writes like a stick figure, can write English very well, with a little bit of strokes, it is very smooth and neat.

He wrote with a pen in his slender and clear hand, and Li Xingchen was fascinated by it. Suddenly, a stack of papers came over on the table. Ru Ling rubbed his wrist and said, "Take it, show it to Mrs. Jiang, it's all from my palace." Written without a fake hand!"

Li Xingchen was amused by her tone.

The child has gone crazy.

After the examination papers were finished and the results of the monthly exam came to an end, Feng Cheng tore off the worthless report card, cut off the first and last place with scissors, and pasted the two slender strips together.

Made a major discovery: "Brothers, look! The total score of Brother Cong and Sister Xing is exactly 750, complementary!"

Jiang Cong: "..."

Li Xingchen: "..."

Both No.1 and the last place were silent.

Just looking at the score of 715, it is really against the sky in liberal arts. After the division of subjects, Li Xingshen's score in Yiyang School stabilized at around 690 points, and he had never scored 700 points.

This time it was able to break through to such a high level, it was entirely because the monthly exam papers were produced by Ninth High School itself, not to mention comparing with Yiyang, but compared with other schools in Beihe, the difficulty was not on the same level.

Li Xingchen knew this very well, and didn't pay too much attention to the score. Instead, he found several points that should not be lost.

The days are as usual, and the week occupied by scores, rankings, wrong questions, and words has passed in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)