The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  He paused for a long time when he heard this sentence: "Ah..."

  Actually, those high school memories are not very clear. The past is too long, and people always have to look forward.

  But there are still bits and pieces that will come to mind in an inadvertent moment. He thought he had forgotten, he thought he had forgotten it long ago, but he didn't expect it to be so profound.

  The teaching building is very sunset, the plastic on the playground is everywhere, and the smell of chalk in the classroom is still the soda from the small shop.

  It opened with a click, the soda was surging, and it was still cold. Whoever threw the soda lazily, and who caught it.

   Sometimes when I feel playful, the temperature of the soda sticking to the back of my neck is freezing, and I behave badly. When I look back, I can see a face.

are friends.

  Some people say that the friendship between students is the purest. Jiang Ye doesn't agree with it, but he also thinks there is some truth to it. It may be the playground that they walked together in those years, the endless papers and the Internet cafe's skipping classes.

   It was the New Year's family reunion, Jiang Ye took the dumplings and pushed open the lonely door, watching the boring New Year's Eve party with others all night.

  I have known each other for too long, and I have long been used to having such a person in my life. Until later, that person was the first to leave.

  Jiang Ye is full of stars, he thinks he doesn't care, there are so many people around him, why should he care about someone who can **** him off every day.

   available until the end.

  Jiang Ye had to admit that he had never said anything to anyone.

   He has seriously taken him as his best friend.

Tsk—why are you so hypocritical? What are you doing so disgustingly? Jiang Ye rubbed his arms and wandered alone on the roof of the teaching building, wanting to smoke, only to realize that he didn't bring it with him, so he had to buy a can of soda from a small shop. , Finished drinking against the wind.

  The June wind was blowing slowly, the boy's black hair fluttered with the wind, the hem of his school uniform was filled with the wind, his hands supported the white railings of the roof, and he made a show of himself.

  He held the soda in one hand, looked at the sunset in the distance, and spent the whole afternoon in a daze.

  No one knew what Jiang Ye was thinking.

It wasn't until the school bell rang that Jiang Ye was distracted from his emptiness. He drank the last sip of soda, squeezed the can, threw it into the trash can, and went downstairs with a bang. , all the way to the first floor of No. 3 Middle School.

  Grade One (One) Class.

  Jiang Ye had no expression on his face, and calmly opened the door.

   There was a "creak".

  Through the gap of time, there will be a day of reunion.

  At this point, the students in the classroom are almost gone, the curtains are half drawn, and it is quiet, only the rustling of pen tips.

  The southernmost side, by the window, shrouded in the shadow of flying curtains, next to a boy, wearing a white earphone in his left ear, the hand holding the pen is very good-looking, with protruding wrist bones, thin and cold.

  In this life, nothing has happened yet.

  He is clean and white.

  Jiang Ye saw the soreness in his eyes. For some reason, he had the urge to cry. He cursed secretly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hello."

  The boy who was writing by the window raised his head, his brows were cold and thin, his pupils were long and narrow, and under his crow-green eyelashes, his pupils would be three points darker than ordinary people.

   "Brother Ye." Tan Junxi called out and put on the cap of his pen.

   It seems like a lifetime away.

  Jiang Ye walked over, the sound of footsteps was very clear in the silent classroom.

   The two sat and stood, dust floating in the air.

  Tan Junxi took advantage of the opportunity and handed a written review to Jiang Ye. His cuffs were folded up twice, his finger bones were slender and beautiful, and the light blue blood vessels flowing on the back of his hands were morbidly alluring.

   "I will pay the teacher tomorrow."

   "What?" Jiang Ye was confused.

   "Review."

   No, what do you want me to submit for your review?

  Jiang Ye looked down and saw the black and white writing, flamboyant, and the handwriting was so messy that Jiang Ye's eyelids twitched and he blurted out.

   "Why are your characters so ugly?" It wasn't like this in his memory!

   Tan Junxi was surprised and said: "I deliberately imitated your handwriting with my left hand."

   "..."

"Shut up."