She is soft on my heart

Chapter 114 She Has to Be Her
Jiang came to school from Friday.

Because it appeared so suddenly, the noisy people in the class quickly pressed the pause button, and looked at the boy who walked in lazily with his hands in his pockets and his long legs at the back door.

Malaise, rage, heartbreak... None of these emotions that everyone guessed randomly. Jiang Cong's lips were pale and white, and he looked listless with some sickness still alive, and there was no extra emotional expression.

It's like nothing happened.

When he saw that there was only one table left in his place, he seemed to pause for a moment, but he quickly took it as if nothing had happened, and smoothly carried the remaining empty table and chair in the last row to his own table.

Jiang Cong sat inside, leaned against the wall, crossed his long legs to build another chair, took up two seats by himself, lazily and casually, and then started playing with his mobile phone as if no one else was there.

Everyone looked at each other.

came back.The familiar old man Jiang is back.

There were several traces of embarrassment in the quiet air.

Because Li Xingshen happened to be standing next to the empty desk he carried away to collect his homework.

Li Xingchen didn't look at him, and that gaze didn't fall on him as expected.

This is what she wanted.

But why did she feel so heavy on her back, as if something was pressing on it, and she couldn't straighten up.

Jiang Cong had previously explained to the group of second-generation ancestors that they had to hand in their English homework, so no matter what method they used, they would hand in their homework sloppily, and the homework was not difficult to collect.

Li Xing held a stack of homework in his arms, turned around but did not leave.

The class gradually became noisy, a group of boys gathered around Jiang Cong's seat and said they wanted to play cards, and there was nothing around her.

It wasn't too noisy, after a distance, Li Xingchen heard someone say: "I thought it would take a long time for Brother Cong to get well."

I don't know if he was talking about being sick or something else.

Within a few seconds, his faint and hoarse voice came over, calm and breezy: "It won't happen."

Li Xingshen's steps were heavy.

After she returned to her seat and sat down, her shoulders relaxed. Seeing this, Xiao Jia sighed and patted her on the back. Li Xingchen replied with a smile that he was fine.

Jiang left before finishing the afternoon class, which was very in line with the boss's previous arrogant style.

Everything has returned to the original track, but it can't hide the fact that some things have fundamentally changed. When returning home from school at night, Li Xingchen still chose the way past the club.

She unconsciously slowed down, and at the last moment she was about to walk past the door, she couldn't help but look inside.

The smoke was flowing, and with just one glance, she saw Jiang Cong leaning on the sofa, playing with a lighter with little interest. The person next to him was Gu Sishao who had a shooting competition with him last time, and on the other side of him, sitting A girl, very close to him.

Li Xing Shen silently withdrew his gaze, and turned into the dark alley not long after.

"Ahem..." Yang Lang interrupted the chattering Gu Si Shao, and stroked the back of his head, "Just... it seems that someone... passed by the door..."

From the beginning to the present, this sentence really caught my ears, and Jiang Cong suddenly stopped turning the lighter, and raised his eyelids to look at the door.

The front door is empty.

The girl sitting next to him has an oval face and big eyes, her skin is so tender that water can be squeezed out, she is pure and gentle, the only shortcoming may be that she can only pretend that the simplicity that Gu Si Shao told her is superficial.

This is the person brought by Gu Si Shao, but it is not the aesthetics he is used to, so it is conceivable who it will be filled with.

The girl also glanced at the door, then bent her eyes to look at Jiang Cong, and said sweetly, "Who is it?"

Gu Sishao gave him a "sensible" look. He was quite satisfied with this hard-earned substitute. Although he was far from that one, at least Jiang Cong took a look and didn't let him go.

However, in the next second, Jiang Cong got up impatiently, ignored the girl, and said to Gu Si Shao in a cold and merciless tone, "Don't bring anyone to me."

After speaking, he walked upstairs.

Jiang Cong spoke directly, his aura was also cold, and the girl looked embarrassed.

Gu Sishao rolled his eyes, waved to her, and the girl left, then he complained to Yang Lang: "Look, I just found a type he likes on purpose, so as to divert his attention from being broken-hearted." ? I don’t know good people.”

"Wrong." Yang Lang corrected his cognition, "Brother Cong likes sister Xing, because he likes her, it has nothing to do with her type."

While speaking, Jiang Cong turned around and left the club.

Gu Si Shao looked away from the doorway where the figure disappeared, not quite understanding, "It must be her?"

Yang Lang was very sure: "It must be her."

Jiang sent his little girl home from a long distance away, and he also learned to do it secretly, without letting others know or disturbing her.

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In the corner of the gossip, as soon as the news spread, it was like the wind blowing across the field, and everyone soon knew about the blowing of Big Brother Jiang and Little Sweetheart.

However, I couldn't post any related posts, I could only move my lips a few times, and I couldn't make any splashes, so I had to turn over the article if I didn't want to.

The most indispensable thing for chatting between classes is new gossip.

Lao Yan paid close attention to the news and reported it to the school, which was considered to be over.

In a class, it’s not just the distance that separates the front and back. Except for Ru Ling who is willing to run to the front row, Li Xingchen basically has no intersection with the people behind.

Sometimes their fighting would stop suddenly because of her passing by, and the atmosphere would start to feel unnatural. When she walked over, they would continue to laugh and laugh.

And Xiao Jia was the only one around her who was a little talkative, and the area under the teacher's nose was filled with relatively quiet students, and there were only a few of them in class seven.

However, it's not that she and Jiang Cong have no communication, it's just that there are only a handful of them.

One time was to accept English homework as usual.Those boys didn't touch her face, and they always did their homework on time. In the end, Jiang Cong was the only one missing.

The group leader in charge of his row walked over tremblingly, "Jiang...cong, Zuo...ye..."

Jiang Cong was playing a game, and when he raised his eyes, he was scared away.

Li Xingshen could only go over and ask him for it.

He turned sideways, still leaning against the wall inside, with his legs stretched out on the chair, carelessly.

Li Xingchen stood by his lap and said softly, "Jiang Cong, English homework."

The surrounding air is condensed, and no one dares to make trouble.

Jiang Cong was playing the game, took out the homework from the desk pocket with one hand, and threw it on the table.

He didn't even look up, and it didn't seem like he was communicating this time.

The last time I spoke was about the umbrella.She was not with Xiao Jia at noon that day, and came back early after dinner, and he smoked alone in the corner by the flower bed downstairs.

She suddenly remembered the umbrella, and without knowing what was causing it, she walked towards him.

Jiang Cong pinched out his cigarette.look at her.

"Your umbrella..."

Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted directly, with a soft voice: "Just throw it away."

Another time it was an oolong.When she heard the news that Jiang Cong sprained his ankle while playing ball, she ran to the infirmary without thinking much about it.

It was only after I went there that I figured out the situation. It wasn't Jiang Cong who sprained his ankle. It seemed to be a boy in Bai Daiyi's class. It wasn't serious.

But she had already gone in, and there was a group of boys gathered inside. Jiang Congshu was leaning against the wall lazily, not playing with his mobile phone. The moment she entered, the two of them had a very brief look at each other.

She was not the only one who misunderstood, Shen Miaoen was also there.

Only Bai Daiyi greeted her casually and asked her what was wrong, Li Xingchen lied and said she had a cold.

This time it doesn't seem to be a communication.

In addition there is no more.

She returned to the sea of ​​people, and he was still watching her.

(End of this chapter)