Failed art student Ning Jie transmigrated into a cultivation comic, becoming the ultimate villain!
To avoid being killed by the male and female leads, he bound the "Kill Women to Prove th...
Thinking of this, Ning Jie sighed slightly.
It seems that the plan to reveal his true thoughts to his master before leaving is going to fail. Although it is a bit regrettable, Ning Jie soon came to terms with it.
Now that I am about to go on a long journey, it may be a bit hasty to confess my feelings to Qiuyuebai in a hurry. I will tell her properly when I have plenty of time in the future!
Now I have to deal with the task at hand.
He slowly stood up, placed the two jars of wine in his hands on the steps in front of the door, then turned and left.
Under the cover of night, Ning Jie arrived at Xia Wanqing's residence with ease.
The candle is still burning.
No one is asleep.
Moonlight streamed into the house, and Xia Wanqing's heart fluttered as she heard Ning Jie's footsteps...
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Continued from the previous chapter.
The journey to the countryside to teach was not easy. The bus was crowded and shaky. We basically stood. Among the people traveling with me, I noticed S at first sight. There was nothing I could do, some people were born to be the protagonists.
Because S is very beautiful, I couldn't help but look at her all the way, and her eyes were always outside the car window.
That was our first time to teach in a remote area. S was wearing a thin shirt and jeans. She looked very good standing under a tree. Maybe because we were not familiar with each other, she was a little shy and stood there quietly without saying a word. I was the talkative type of person, so I took the initiative to ask her which grade she taught. She said third grade.
I deliberately told her that third graders were naughty and difficult to teach, and she actually believed it, constantly asking me for advice. I told her everything I knew, and she listened carefully, thanking me afterward. Talking to her was so comfortable, like a spring breeze. I don't know when I first fell in love with her, maybe it was from the first time we met.
After returning to school, we lost contact until the new week when I saw her again waiting for the bus.
She was wearing a denim jacket, with her long hair draped behind her, looking very graceful. The cherry blossoms on the roadside were in full bloom. The breeze blew, and the petals fell on her body with the scattered sunlight. She was really beautiful...
At that moment, I felt like I was in love.)