Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

After all, they know all about Yan Ran's virtues. Of course, there are disadvantages and advantages.

Song Wenjing is too withdrawn, which also gives the teacher a headache. He has always been alone since high school, with almost no friends around him. Now that there is one more person around him, Song Wenjing seems to be more energetic. This is what they want to see. of.

So they prepared to observe it for a few days.

For Yan Ran these days, it was really no different from hell.

Song Wenjing didn't know if she had taken the wrong medicine, so she insisted on dragging Yan Ran to study together. Looking at the complicated formula, it really made her feel like she was in trouble, and she wanted to escape quickly.

"Student Song..."

"good student……"

"Okay, okay, don't torture me anymore, I really can't do it."

The young man's tone was full of helplessness, and his beautiful eyes drooped listlessly, like a dead eggplant.

At this time, Song Wenjing seemed very cold and heartless.

"Don't run around tonight, I'll give you extra lessons."

Yan Ran felt that his world was like a bolt from the blue, black on the outside and scorched on the inside.

But no matter how Yan Ran refused, he finally returned to the dormitory.

She didn't understand why boys were so obsessed. Now she was in her third year of high school. With her poor grades and her own ability, it was impossible to get into college. There was absolutely no hope. Song Wenjing was so smart, how could she not? Do you know?

Just doing useless work.

Yan Ran gets bored after studying for a long time. It's one thing not to understand. What's more annoying is that she can't sit still. She gets bored after being distracted for a while.

With a snap, the pen was thrown on the table.

The book was also pushed aside, and the young man's brows and eyes were full of impatience.

"I told you I can't learn, so don't always force me."

Her tone slowly became bad.

Song Wenjing was always paying attention to Yan Ran. Her eyelids drooped slightly to cover the dark and unclear emotions in her eyes, "I will teach you if you don't know how."

"unnecessary."

Yan Ran casually grabbed a handful of hair. The soft broken hair rested on her delicate and beautiful eyebrows. The ends of her eyes were red. She looked a little angry and in a bad mood.

"This test paper is for junior high school. If you calm down and write carefully, it will not be a problem if you pass the test." Song Wenjing turned his face away, and his eyes fell on Yan Ran without warmth.

Ever since the fight in the corridor that day, the relationship between the two of them has actually been pretty good. Yan Ran has also deliberately restrained his temper. Today is the first time he broke out.

Song Wenjing usually indulged Yan Ran, but she stuck to the bottom line when it came to studying and refused to give in even a step.

Yan Ran pursed her lips, and the corners of her pale lips turned red. She was irritated, couldn't hide it, and was a little unhappy, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm stupid?"

"I didn't." Song Wenjing retorted quickly, almost eagerly.

Yan Ran sneered, "I don't care what you mean, but I hate others forcing me, especially in this aspect of study. Why don't you just learn from you? Why do you have to control me?"

Song Wenjing was stung by the laughter and tensed her nerves as she looked at Yan Ran's careless face.

Song Wenjing repeated what Yan Ran said again: "Why should I care about you?"

The corners of his mouth slowly curved up into a faint smile, but no one could see the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes.

He closed the book, then stood up and walked to Yan Ran. His gaze swept across Yan Ran with a heavy pressure from beginning to end, looking at the pale, delicate and beautiful face without any flaws, "Because I want to Is it wrong for you to become better?”

"But I don't need it." Yan Ran said this directly. This is a very real problem. "I can be good even if I don't study."

"We are two different people."

This sentence was so realistic and cruel, like a sharp sword piercing his chest, warning and mocking how self-centered he was.His tongue was bitten with blood due to the uncontrollable trembling of his teeth. On the surface, he was incredibly calm. However, the undercurrent around him and the unconsciously stretched veins on his forehead made Yan Ran keenly aware of something.

Sure enough, the next second the sound of the system sounded in her ears.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 45%!]

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 48%!]

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 50%!]

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 55%!]

……

System: [...Look what you have done? ! 】

The sound of Ding Ding Ding's increasing blackness finally woke up the system so loudly, and seeing the situation, the soul was almost scared out of his wits.

Yan Ran: [I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry? 】

System: [I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die. 】

Yan Ran: [...Calm down first. 】

System: [I knew you were unreliable. I knew you were unreliable. You are such a bad woman. Even after you die, you still hold me back. You are so cruel. 】

Yan Ran: [...Are you sick? 】

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"you're right."

When he said this, his tone was ordinary, but his handsome facial features seemed to be shrouded in haze, and his expression was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Yan Ran was keenly aware that the boy was not as calm as he appeared. Before she could say anything, Song Wenjing turned around and returned to her seat, lowered her head and continued to do her homework.

Silence returned to the dormitory, the air seemed to be stagnant, and even the smallest sounds would be infinitely amplified.

Yan Ran coughed slightly in embarrassment, and no matter how slow she was, she realized that what she just said might have hurt the boy's heart, but she never knew how to show weakness and apologize, and she felt very uncomfortable for a moment.

After staying inside for a few minutes, Yan Ran couldn't bear it anymore, so he went out without saying a word, carrying a box of cigarettes and a lighter.

After the door was closed, the dormitory became quiet again.

Yan Ran left.

Maybe not coming back.

Song Wenjing sat on the bench, still holding a pen in her hand, and wrote several words unconsciously, over and over again, with great force, almost breaking the thin paper.

After a while, he felt a secret tingling sensation in his chest. He unconsciously clutched the palm of his hand, trying to suppress the annoying pain. However, the pain became more and more painful as he clenched it, and finally he put down the pen with a white face.

He lowered his eyes, reflecting the words on the book.

Yan Ran——

Yan Ran——

It was as if a sharp knife had been pierced hard into his heart, and the flesh and blood were mixed inside. Every time he took a breath, the cold air went straight to the bottom of his heart.

He didn't understand why he felt this way, an illusion of abandonment.

Just like ten years ago.

Abandoned and forgotten at home, hunger and death drove him gradually to despair.

He sat stiffly alone, like a rotten dead wood or solidified plaster.