She is soft on my heart

Chapter 7 Brighter than a Light Bulb

The next day, due to the biological clock, Li Xingshen went to the classroom for morning reading before six o'clock.

The morning reading in Ninth Middle School starts at [-]:[-], which is early, but there are many liberal arts reading and memorizing items, and half of the classes on the second floor are basically seated.

Only Class [-], Li Xingshen was the first person to come to the classroom, which caused a problem, she didn't have a key.

She looked at the door lock in silence for a while, took off her schoolbag, took out a vocabulary book, and started reciting silently on the edge of the second floor.

The sky in the distance was a little gray, and the sun was still gone. From time to time, people from the next class passed by and looked at her strangely.

Li Xingchen stopped with his back on his back, raised his head and looked out, but his eyes didn't have a specific location. At this moment, the feeling of not adapting to the new environment came to his heart little by little.

Qiu Qize arrived downstairs on time at six ten minutes past, and saw a person lying on the ground in front of the class on the second floor, so he quickened his pace to catch up.

"How long have you been here?"

This inquiry made Li Xing calm down, she turned her head, recognized the squad leader, shook her head, "No."

Qiu Qize didn't say much, he hummed, opened the classroom door, and turned on the lights.

Li Xingchen walked into the class, but was stopped by Qiu Qize when he was about to enter his seat.

He came over and handed her the key in his hand, speaking very businesslike: "You take this key, usually everyone comes late, I still have a spare."

Li Xingshen took the key and thanked him warmly.

People came here sparsely, and almost all the dormitory students arrived at 10:[-], and the commuting students were [-] minutes late.

The sound of reading was lifelessly half-hanging in the air.

"Xing Chen, when did you leave in the morning?" Xiao Jia stepped into work, panting a bit, "As soon as I opened my eyes, your bed was empty."

"About 45:[-]." Li Xingshen marked down a word before looking up at her.

"Ah?!" Xiao Jia's pupils trembled, "Then you are going to wake up at 05:30?"

"Well, almost."

When Xiao Jia saw her vocabulary book that looked like a map, she understood a little bit, and guessed that she was probably a top student.

From her point of view, passing all subjects is considered a top student, so she really couldn't imagine that Li Xingshen could be a top student to that extent.

Xiao Jia turned around and randomly took out a math formula book, and then started yawning.

After day students arrived one after another, their reading voice improved significantly.

Ru Ling entered the class by the back door while biting a package of milk, and the first thing she did was throw a package of the same type of milk on Li Xingshen's desk, and she was not allowed to refuse.

Li Xing sank and persisted, because those snacks on her table were failure cases.

The whole morning reading is over, and the seat next to it is still vacant.

Just when Li Xingchen thought she was going to have the double seat to herself again, Jiang Cong and Yang Lang walked in from the back door to the preparatory bell before the first class.

"Oh brother Cong! Rare customer!" Feng Cheng, who was sitting by the back door, teased.

Jiang Cong stretched out his hand, grabbed a book from someone's table in the last row and threw it at it, and cursed with a smile, "Get lost."

Feng Cheng answered immediately: "Where are you going? In my brother's heart?"

This time there was no need for Jiang Cong, after a while of lying down, several disgusted boys surrounded him and beat him up.

Jiang Cong walked in with his lips curled up, and saw someone sitting next to him. He didn't react for a moment, and paused before continuing to walk in.

Oh...he has a deskmate.

This little stutter is too white, at first glance, it is brighter than the row of light bulbs on the top of the classroom.

He is too tall, and he will always block some light when he walks over. He has a strong sense of presence and cannot be ignored.

Li Xingshen raised his head subconsciously, just in time to meet his gaze.

Jiang Cong hooked the chair away with his feet and sat down.

The boy is tall and has long legs. As soon as he sat down, the originally too spacious space was instantly filled, and Li Xingshen felt inexplicably cramped.

And thinking of Xiao Jia's reminder last night, she now feels nervous that being with a king is like a tiger.

She moved the stool in sensibly, and by the way, she planned to move the things on her desk inward by a degree, trying to take up only a small part of the seat, so that he still felt as if he was still sitting alone.

But as soon as she moved her things halfway, she heard a faint voice next to her: "No need."

Li Xingshen paused for a moment, then continued to move, "It's okay, I don't need such a large space for writing."

Jiang Cong saw that she had moved a few more things, and finally raised his hand to hold down the pencil case on her last step.

Compared with Li Xingshen's slender and small hands, his hands are very big, beautifully shaped, with distinct metacarpal bones, slender knuckles, and neatly trimmed nails.

Li Xingchen looked at his hands, and felt a little bit in his heart.

After a stalemate for a while, he still didn't let go, Li Xingchen turned his head and found that he was looking at him.

Meeting her gaze, Jiang Cong lifted his chin lightly, signaling for the space she had freed up, "I don't need such a large position to sleep."

Li Xingchen: "..."

So under his gaze, Li Xingchen moved the things back again.

Only when he moved so that it didn't look like he was bullying the weak, Jiang Cong let go, and his eyes slid to the few new books on his desk.

Thinking of something, he opened one by one and looked at the first page. It might be boring. For the first time, Jiang Cong made full use of the preparation time before class, checking the first pages of more than 20 books in his desk pocket like checking homework. They all turned over.

"..."

The first second when the class bell rang, there was only one book left on his desk, and the last second when the class bell rang, Li Xingchen even suspected that he had fallen asleep with that book on his pillow.

"..."

In the next few classes, every time Li Xingshen looked up at the blackboard or looked down at his textbooks, his peripheral vision would always pass by Jiang 26, who was sleeping peacefully next to him.

No matter how loud or noisy after class, he didn't move at all.

In the fourth math class, that is, Lao Yan's class, Jiang Cong woke up with a lot of face, and even read the textbook of a class with a lot of face.

Li Xingshen held back a glance, and found that he was reading the following content, the example part would be slower, and the other parts were the same as reading a storybook.

After math class was the last self-study period, Jiang 26 disappeared again.

After this morning's class, Li Xingchen felt that her worries last night were quite unnecessary, because it was as if she didn't have her deskmate, and she couldn't even talk about getting along.

After lunch, Li Xingshen went to the office on the third floor to find Lao Yan to get the textbooks and approval slips needed for student ID.

The distribution of Mingzhi Building is very special. The ten liberal arts classes are all on the second floor, the entire third floor is the teacher's office, and the fourth and fifth floors are science classes.

Li Xingshen saw Jiang Cong on the third floor, and the missing persons were listening to the training at the entrance of the English office.

"Where is the self-criticism I asked you to write?" Jiang Quan still had to look up at him in high heels, "Why didn't you submit it when everyone else submitted it?"

Jiang Cong stood in a loose posture, with drooping eyelids. It may be that the sun was too hot at noon, which made him frown slightly, and his whole body was white.

He just moved his lower lip to answer, but stopped again, and raised his eyes.

"What about you?"

Jiang Cong looked away and replied lazily, "I don't have any paper."

After a two-second pause, he might feel that the reason was not sufficient, and he added: "It seems that there is no pen."

Jiang Quan: "..."

Li Xingchen who was passing by: "..."

When he finished speaking, Li Xingshen just missed Jiang Quan.

After walking for a short distance, there was no sound from behind, Li Xingshen slowed down and turned his head curiously.

As a result, he just twisted halfway, and his eyes met his without any mistakes.

(End of this chapter)