She is soft on my heart

Chapter 19 WeChat gave?

"Does it match?" A slightly low-pitched voice joined the topic.

Ru Ling and Li Xingshen turned their heads at the same time, and saw Jiang Cong walking over with his hands in his pockets and a casual expression.

"When did you become so interested in our girls' gossip?" Ru Ling asked.

Jiang Cong sat down and didn't answer this question. It was like studying some scientific mystery, and he asked fatally: "Do you have logic to support your conclusion?"

"...", Ru Ling was speechless for a moment, "Isn't this what logic is needed for doing math problems?"

Maybe it's because he has a provocative appearance. At this time, his expression was still weak, and Ru Ling's desire to win was immediately aroused, "Who said I have no logic?"

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows and motioned to her, as if he really wanted to have a logical battle with her.

"One star sinks one Hoshino, the name matches well."

Jiang Congdan pulled his lower lip and said without thinking, "This is more like brother and sister."

Ru Ling: "..." Once brought into this setting...

Absolutely, his mouth is also a killer in gossip.

"Then... it's quite a match in terms of looks. One is a gentleman and the other is gentle and quiet. It's the standard match for a hero and heroine in a novel." Ru Ling countered.

"Appearance?" Jiang Cong snorted, "The fortune-tellers who set up stalls don't look at facial expressions these days."

Ru Ling: "..."

"My sharp eyes and woman's intuition tell me that they are a good match!" Ru Ling said dissatisfiedly, patting the table.

"Look at you, why are you so impatient if you can't say it?" Yang Lang added fuel to the fire.

Ru Ling scolded him: "Fuck you idiot."

Jiang Cong didn't say a word for a while, but turned his eyes between her and Yang Lang a few times, and said lightly: "Then based on my eyes and intuition, you two are quite a match."

Ru Ling: "..."

Yang Lang: "..."

"Damn! Who will match her/him! Even if I look at a dog, I won't even look at her/him!"

"..." There was silence.

Li Tonghua, who was confused for a long time, silently raised his hand, and said solemnly: "It's strange that you have a tacit understanding..."

"..." The situation turned around for a while.

Jiang Cong glanced at her obediently raised hand, and smiled.

Raise your hand when you speak, kindergarten kid?

Because of Jiang Cong's intrusion, the two elementary school chickens in the back started scolding each other for nearly 5 minutes.

During the boring cycle of "you are stupid, you are stupid, you are even more stupid, you are the most stupid", the lunch break bell rang.

Li Xingchen sorted out the new book, and remembered the accidental eavesdropping. She thought about it, tore off a page of draft paper, and wrote something on it.

When he finished writing and was about to push aside, Jiang Cong just lay down and closed his eyes.

"..." Li Xingchen pressed the piece of paper in silence for a few seconds, then slowly moved his arm to his side.

Vaguely feeling his arm being lightly poked twice, Jiang Cong opened his eyelids and saw his little deskmate blinking, as if he wanted to say something.

He straightened up again, and just about to speak, Li Xingchen blocked his lips with his index finger, signaling him not to speak.

She pushed the draft paper in front of him, Jiang looked over, and a line of delicate standard lower characters came into his eyes: I'm really sorry about the little forest, don't worry, I didn't hear anything.

After scanning the line, Jiang Cong wanted to speak again, but was blocked by Li Xing's silent movement again, "..."

Li Xingshen pulled the paper back and wrote another line: The class monitor on duty needs to register his name, please write it down.

Staring at those two lines of words in silence for a while, Jiang Cong raised his eyes to look at the podium. The squad leader on duty moved his eyes away one step ahead of him, and wrote stubbornly on the side of his face: I can't see.

There were some neat calculations listed on the draft paper, Jiang Cong looked back to the two lines of beautiful words, and raised his eyebrows.

He took out the only signature pen from the pocket of the desk, drew a line of words in an eloquent manner, and pushed it over.

Li Xingchen looked at it for the first time, and felt for a moment that he couldn't read.

His handwriting is really not ordinary ugly.

It took a while for Li Xingshen to recognize and guess what he wrote: he also remembers the note.

"..." Li Xingchen secretly glanced at the squad monitor on duty, put the draft paper back under the notebook, and told him with actions that he would not pass it on.

Jiang Cong saw her sneaking like a thief, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, and pulled out her paper again: I have nothing to do with her.

Li Xing pondered over this explanation, holding his own desire to survive: I know, I will never talk nonsense.

Jiang Cong was puzzled, why does this little girl always give him the feeling that he is threatening her?
Li Xingshen made sure that he would take back the paper after reading it, but Jiang Cong suddenly remembered something, pulled the paper back, and swiped his pen: WeChat?

It was only four words, but Li Xingshen thought for a long time that he didn't understand what he meant, and wondered if he had misidentified, so he replied: Who is it for?Are you writing WeChat?I don't have WeChat.

Scanning the line, Jiang Cong smiled, but he quickly suppressed it: It's all right.

Li Xingchen glanced at him, suspiciously put the paper in the draft book, and went to do the English paper.

Jiang never felt sleepy anymore, so he simply took out his mobile phone to play a game, but just after clicking on it, he exited again, and when he switched back to the game interface a few seconds later, there was a dog missing from his WeChat list.

Soon it will be Friday, and the Ninth Middle School will have a weekly rest, and you can go home after the two self-study sessions in the evening. It is probably because of this reason that the morning reading is more lively than before, but obviously, everyone is not busy enough to read the textbooks. superior.

After breakfast, there was still some time before class preparations. There was a sudden commotion at the door of class [-]. Xiao Jia ran in from the back door and stood next to Li Xingchen, "Xing Chen, Ke Manman came to our class door. The table confessed!"

Xiao Jia's excitement was beyond words, Li Xingshen felt that she had to give some reaction, so he nodded heavily, "Oh!"

"..." Hearing this, I was very surprised...

"Oh, stop writing!" Xiao Jia took her pen away and abruptly pulled her up, "Come on, let's go and have a look too."

Before the target person came, there were several groups of people gathered at the door, including people from the same class and other classes.

Ke Manman is dressed in exquisite brand-name outfits, and wearing a pair of small pearl leather shoes, like a noble and elegant white swan, proud and confident, exuding a distinctive light all over her body.

Seemingly accustomed to being surrounded by other people's eyes, she has no stage fright at all, standing calmly by the wall and waiting for someone, holding a certificate in her hand, she looks down from time to time, and she laughs again.

Xiao Jia quickly joined the intense discussion of several girls. Li Xingshen listened to a few words, turned around and put his chin on his hands, and lay down on the edge of the second floor. His thoughts began to wander like this, and he automatically isolated himself from behind.

Not long after, there was a sound of laughing and cursing not far downstairs, and Li Xingchen's gaze slid over.

There are a group of boys walking this way, chasing each other and not walking well, Jiang Cong walked leisurely at the front with some distance between them.

He was wearing the school uniform of the No. [-] Middle School, with a few buttons on the collar of the white lining unbuttoned. The dark blue jacket was thrown casually on one shoulder, and his hands were in the pockets of his trousers. Looking from the top to the bottom, when he walked, his eyes were really full. It's all legs.

The sun was bright and slightly dry, hitting him, lightly outlining the slender and neat body lines of the young man.

Li Xingchen's eyes were just so unconsciously led away by him.

It's strange, there is such a kind of person in the world, when the light falls, you don't feel that he is standing under the light, you only feel that the light comes with him.

Jiang Cong is such a person, flamboyant and willful.

Even if you are very close, you will feel that he is out of reach.

(End of this chapter)