She is soft on my heart

Chapter 50 Family Welfare
Fortunately, it was in English. After finishing the drawing, Jiang Cong put his book on the pile of homework, looked at Li Xingchen, and said in a serious tone, "Do you think this is done, benefactor?"

Li Xingchen smiled at him with satisfied joy, charming and charming.

When she smiled, Jiang Cong turned his head and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Okay, it's worth it, as long as the little girl is happy.

As if some kind of signal had been sent, only then did the group of wait-and-see second-timers start to commotion.

I still remember the last time I wrote with a pen, Columbus had just discovered the New World, and this suddenly gave my brothers a hard time.

Anyway, with the messy hands and feet in the last meal, Class [-] ushered in the rare situation of making up enough homework for the first time in the history of class classification.

This incident officially established the representative status of the English class with Li Xingshen as the main (brain) and Jiang Cong as the assistant (effort), which refreshed the outlook on life and the world of all students in class seven, and made Mrs. Jiang the one who held power. The subject of English has leapt to the top of all subjects, resulting in unprecedented prosperity in the classroom, which has laid a solid foundation for the upcoming monthly exam this week, and has a profound impact on the comprehensive learning level of English in the second year of Beihe No. [-] Middle School .

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"Brother Cong, do we eat food from the same window?"

At noon that day, a group of boys went to the restaurant to cheer on their sister Xing. Feng Qianfan noticed that Jiang Cong's food was different from theirs.

Before Jiang Cong moved his chopsticks, the other boys also looked at Jiang Cong's dinner plate.

"That's right, Brother Cong, why do you have so many braised pork ribs?"

"Why don't I have tiger skin eggs, do you guys have any?"

"Dig the grass, only Brother Cong has balls to eat..."

Jiang Cong: "..."

He didn't pay attention either, and now he glanced around for comparison, and found that his meal was indeed very...enviable.

After being reminded like this, it is worth savoring when you think of the look the little girl looked at him just now.

That's right, she is eccentric.

There was a smile in Jiang Cong's eyes, and his calm tone could not suppress the little pride, and responded to this matter: "Oh, it may be the family welfare, you are not worthy."

"..."

Oh hehe...why does this rice suddenly taste bad?

After the restaurant was busy, Li Xingchen would eat later. At this time, there were not many people left, and the auntie in the cafeteria was cleaning.

Ru Ling and Xiao Jia usually have nothing to do after eating, and they will wait for her while chatting at their seats.

Although these two had communicated in the class before, they were not very familiar with each other. The main reason was that Xiao Tunsun was afraid of the gangsters in the back, and Ru Ling and them often got along with each other, which somewhat affected them.

But it's different now, the two of them have tears in their eyes as if they had known each other for a long time.

Girls, the key to the door of friendship is often the person they both dislike.

Ru Ling is very careless. In fact, there are very few people who don’t get along with her, but she really hates Pan Pan. Hearing that, she was furious, and the eighteen generations of her ancestors scolded her in front of everyone and cried.

Come on, isn't it really cool to fight and win in front of the whole class?

Thinking about it now, maybe at that time, Xiao Tongsong, who was always regretting and reflecting on why he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath when he quarreled and couldn't show his true level, planted the seeds of admiration for Ru Ling in his heart.

In addition, to further establish a deep revolutionary friendship, common topics and hobbies are essential.

Don't look at the two of them, one is a coward and the other is a jerk, they are both small talkers, once the spittle box is opened, it is really a key that has found a matching lock, and their souls are highly compatible.

To sum it up: I have been black Pan Pan for a lifetime; the main fan is miserable, He Liangchi, and he even named himself a fan, called jelly... The key point is that they love the house and Wu, and they really are the sales volume of the jelly window in the school restaurant for a few days Made a huge contribution; on the wall are Jiang Xingye and all other handsome guys who may fall from time to time.

There is also a sneaky CP, Ru Ling is still serializing a fan comic called "Descent from the Stars"... Speaking of this comic, it is really an old driver who came in and drove the car home.

This leads to another common hobby of the two—both love to play with some color, and devote their lives to the progressive cause of research on the harmony between men and women and human reproduction.

In this regard, Ru Ling, who often hangs out with boys, is obviously better. He brought Xiao Jia, an entry-level apprentice, to the direction of the master. the gate.

"Great Lingzi, when can Boss Jiang eat meat? Can you draw faster..." Xiao Jia reminded him every day.

Ru Ling rolled her eyes, "I'm almost useless at home these two days, okay? Besides, it's only the third chapter now, how can I let him eat it up as soon as it comes up? Rhythm, grasp the rhythm, understand ?”

"What rhythm does the Yellow Book need?" Screenwriter Xiao, who participated in part of the plot direction, disagreed, and emphasized: "You need to know the positioning of "Descent from the Star"! Positioning!"

Ru Ling: "..."

She pouted and compromised: "All right, I'll look for inspiration."

Xiao Jia was very satisfied, "It's not too bad, hurry up and draw."

Just as Ru Ling wanted to say that you know what to do all day long, but before she could say anything, a soft voice suddenly sounded behind her: "What kind of meat do you eat?"

Li Xingchen walked lightly, and suddenly made a sound, which scared the two of them into a fright.

Turning around, he met Shang Li Xingshen's simple and ignorant eyes.

"..."

Li Xing Shen Shen listened too well and didn't quite understand, so he sat down opposite the two of them with a meal, and asked again: "What kind of meat do you want Jiang Cong to eat?"

"..."

Speaking of eating meat, in order to thank Jiang Cong for helping to collect his homework, Li Xingshen specially made a small stove for him and added more braised pork ribs.

Ru Ling and Xiao Jia were stunned for a few seconds, then looked at each other and smiled, thinking in unison, of course... eat you... hehe...

Li Xingchen was a little dazed by their wicked laughter, and took a bite of his meal slowly.

Her eyes were too pure, and Ru Ling felt that this kind of thing couldn't be danced in front of the Lord, so she said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, you can eat baby, we are just talking nonsense."

"Oh." Li Xingshen began to eat obediently.

In less than two seconds, Ru Ling couldn't stop talking at all, and asked Xiao Jia with her hand on her chin: "Have you read the novel I recommended to you?"

Xiao Jia: "Which one?"

"It's the male lead seven times a night."

Xiao Jia's cheekbones rose wildly, "Hahahahaha, I stayed up late last night and finished watching, let me tell you..."

After finishing the novel, the two of them took Pan Pan out and made complaints about it.

At this time, Li Xingchen, who was more than one beat slower, suddenly understood the seven times: "..."

The child doesn't know anything and always gets on the highway as soon as he opens his eyes.

　Too sleepy, too sleepy, see you guys tomorrow...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)