At the same table, he is manic-depressed, and needs to be spoiled.

Chapter 10
Needless to say, the good looks of a person who can be a school grass must have something special.

Wu Qianqian couldn't help but compare him with the big guy he met yesterday, thinking about whose appearance was better.

In the end, I found that, um, the facial features of the boss are more three-dimensional, as if they were made by gods, and that is the appearance that even gods are jealous of.

However, it is strange to say that she heard from her friends in the class next door that this school girl is not easy to get close to, and there is always a sense of alienation from others, why is she still sitting in a place with so many people at this moment?
If the person involved was not here, Wu Qianqian would have wanted to gossip with Xingxing. Looking sideways, seeing the other party eating the tomato rice noodles with a focused expression, Wu Qianqian was too embarrassed to disturb him.

Halfway through eating, Lin Jue who was opposite suddenly stood up and left his seat. When he came back, he had an extra bowl of mung bean soup in his hand.

At noon in the scorching heat, a bowl of mung bean soup is the best way to relieve the heat.

Wu Qianqian was already sweating profusely while eating the steaming rice noodles. When she saw the mung bean soup in front of her, she was a little taken aback, and blurted out accidentally, "When will the mung bean soup be sold on the second floor?"

Uh!
Wu Qianqian was a little embarrassed when she realized that she had asked what was in her heart. Jiang Nuanxing raised her head when she heard the words, and saw a bowl of mung bean soup in front of the person across from her. , she looked at the surrounding windows, "Let me help you see which window sells it."

"Enter the second window."

The boy's slightly indifferent voice came, obviously answering their questions. The two looked at each other, and then said to him, "Thank you, classmate."

"No need." Lin Jue said, and began to eat slowly again. After a while, he picked up the lunch box and left.

Jiang Nuanxing didn't pay much attention, "You just asked about mung bean soup, you probably want to drink it, I'll accompany you to buy a bowl after eating."

"Okay, all you need in summer is a bowl of mung bean soup, Xing Xing, would you like a bowl too?"

"I'm too full to drink." Jiang Nuanxing shook his head gently.

On the other side, as soon as Lin Jue walked out of the cafeteria, a young man ran over, hooked his shoulders, "Brother, did I read it right on the second floor just now, did you actually sit in front of Jiang Nuanxing?"

Lin Jue glanced at the young man, walked towards the dormitory building, and said, "I don't know who you are talking about."

"I'm going, you don't know. She is the most beautiful girl in our middle school. She is cute, gentle, and soft-tempered. How many boys' dream lovers, you actually say you don't know!!!"

Zhao Feng made an exaggerated expression while speaking, Lin Jue just said a word indifferently after listening, "Oh."

"Just one word 'oh'? I thought you were interested in other girls, so I sat in front of them to show my presence."

Lin Jue's eyes were dim, and he looked very unfriendly. Zhao Feng automatically ignored the familiar feeling of alienation.

Lin Jue was a student who transferred from Liucheng next door when she was a sophomore in high school. Later, the two became roommates. They have known each other for a long time, and they also know that the other party has such a temperament. It would be nice to talk more.

Because of his indifferent personality, he doesn't like to get close to people, and there are very few girls around him. His face is very visually impactful, which is the type that many girls like.

So not long after he transferred to another school, he was named the school girl by a girl from No. [-] Middle School, but he was indifferent from the beginning to the end, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"That area only has a seat there, I don't want to sit there, should I sit on the floor?" Lin Jue seemed to think that Zhao Feng's words were silly.

Well, perfect explanation!

Zhao Feng couldn't find any faults, it seemed that it was very difficult to play the school flower school grass cp.

Although the No. [-] Middle School did not hold a school beauty voting list, most of them automatically believed that Jiang Nuanxing from Class [-] was a school beauty.

"Okay, you only have textbooks in your eyes."

Lin Jue was noncommittal, and the two went back to the dormitory together. Just as they put down their schoolbags, the phone inside rang.

Swipe the answer button, Lin Jue went to the balcony to answer, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Ah Jue, I'm going home this weekend. It just so happens that your father is also at home. He said he was going to visit a classmate in college. The two of them hadn't seen each other for several years. He said he would take you with him. I don't know if you remember. It's the Uncle Jiang you met when you were young."

After hearing this, Lin Jue wanted to refuse. After all, he planned to stay overnight at school to study on the weekend, "Mom, if it's to meet dad and friends, you can just go. I plan to stay overnight on the weekend."

"Oh, you kid, don't just focus on studying. You have to combine work and rest, and you will go home on weekends. Be obedient, your dad has already agreed with Uncle Jiang on the other side to take you there.

It's Uncle Jiang from Yangcheng, don't you remember, he still hugged you when you were young. "

"I don't remember." Lin Jue was originally calm, and he didn't pay much attention to these people's sophistication, and he had forgotten many things that happened when he was a child, and he didn't deliberately remember anyone.

"Oh, you kid, let's just say that, come back on the weekend, and your dad will pick you up after school on Saturday afternoon."

Lin's mother said so, and Lin Jue couldn't say anything, so she could only agree.

The review course for the third year of senior high school lasts until Friday afternoon, and the whole day of Saturday is used for exams, and only one day off is Sunday a week.

The last class in the afternoon is taught by English teacher Deng Ting.

"Students, our school will have an English speech contest next Friday. I hope that the students will actively sign up for the competition, as it is to exercise their oral English skills and the ability to speak on stage. In addition, the prizes are also very rich."

When the students at the bottom heard the last sentence, they couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, the generous prize you mentioned, wouldn't it be May [-]rd?"

"Haha, Li Tianle, you crow's mouth, what if the truth comes out, who would dare to participate?"

"Why not, Wusan! That's the best partner of many scumbags on the road to success in counterattacks, so don't babble here."

English teacher: "..." These bastards are talking nonsense.

"Everyone, don't think too much, the prize is not the May [-]rd or other exercise books you mentioned, but a set of bookworms and related certificates, and the opportunity to participate in the provincial English speech contest."

"Oh I got it."

Deng Ting looked at a few teenagers who spoke, and she was not ready to place her hopes on them. "Students who scored 120 in the English test last month can actively sign up. If other students want to participate, the teacher will also encourage them.

You can also take your articles after you finish writing them. I will help you check for grammatical errors. Of course, you have to write English compositions on the corresponding topics and give speeches on stage. If you have related topics, you can go to the office next to the administration building after school Take a look at the bulletin board, originality is the best, students who want to sign up can register with the English class representative. "

"Understood, teacher."

"Well, that's the end of this class. If you have any questions, you can come to the office to find me." After Deng Ting finished speaking, she left the classroom.

Wu Qianqian was eager to try, "Xing Xing, will you participate?"

(End of this chapter)