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"You're not that kind of person."
Chen Heng: "What if I am?"
Jiang Qing: ...
She turned her head as if nothing had happened and whispered softly, "Then I'll just pretend I was mistaken."
The corners of Chen Heng's lips curled up, and his mood suddenly brightened.
When the two arrived at the classroom, unsurprisingly, they were late.
Fortunately, this class was a self-study class. The teacher assigned us the task of writing the test paper and left. Before leaving, he asked the class monitor to be responsible for the discipline of the self-study class.
Chen Heng pulled Jiang Qing and tiptoed back to their seats from the back of the classroom.
Lin Nanyan noticed something. He turned around and paused, his eyes falling on the two people holding hands. When Jiang Qing was about to look over, he lowered his head and started writing the test paper.
A few seconds later, the familiar sound of footsteps approached and stopped beside him. Someone patted his back, and Lin Nanyan deftly thrust his chest forward.
Jiang Qing squeezed through the gap behind the boy and returned to her seat. She looked at the pile of papers on the table and turned to ask Lin Nanyan, "Did the teacher say when the papers were checked? Is it just one class period?"
Lin Nanyan: “Yeah.”
"Then hurry up and write. Let me copy when you're done." Jiang Qing crumpled up the paper and urged her deskmate, who was a top student. "I believe in your intelligence and speed. You will definitely finish ahead of time."
As for herself, what's the point of writing? It's a waste of her brain cells. All her hard work in the past period was in vain.
Now, there is no need to embarrass yourself.
Lin Nanyan: “Yeah.”
Jiang Qing looked at the bag of snacks placed under her desk. She stretched out a hand and rummaged through the bag, pulled out a candy, peeled it and stuffed it into her mouth, letting the sweet taste melt on her tongue.
"The candies I secretly ate are still sweeter. Hurry up and write. When you're done, see what you want to eat. I bought a lot of your favorite foods."
Lin Nanyan: “Yeah.”
The other party only responded to her with "hmm" three times in a row. Jiang Qing turned her head quickly and finally realized what was going on.
The boy's jet-black hair fell smoothly. From the side, he showed a high nose bridge and a clear jawline, a handsome face with well-proportioned features and a balanced balance of color and depth. At this moment, his brows were calm, his eyelids slightly drooping, concealing any expression. He wrote without stopping, as if confident in his plans, appearing to be concentrating on his studies.
It's just... "Why do you keep drawing circles?"
Jiang Qing looked at the neat rows of circles on his paper, and a big question mark appeared in her head.
Lin Nanyan paused, looked at the dirty paper, stood up, and took out another blank paper from the podium.
Jiang Qing: ...
I'm afraid he has some serious illness.
The shoes fell to the floor, making a slight sound. The classmates were startled by the noise for a moment. They all looked up, then lowered their heads in understanding.
Song Shuang was the same, but she didn't lower her head. Instead, she turned around and looked behind her, asking boredly, "Where's the mistake on your paper..."
The moment she saw Jiang Qing, she immediately became excited, "Jiang Jiang, you're back!"
He moved the bench under his butt with his paws and moved closer excitedly: "How is it?"
"He confessed to you?"
"Um."
"What did he say?"
Neither of them noticed that the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper beside them was getting slower and quieter.
Jiang Qing looked at Song Shuang's eyes, which were shining brightly, and said helplessly: "What else can I say? Didn't you hear everything yesterday?"
Song Shuang didn't care, what was wrong with her just wanting to take a bite of her best friend's melon?
"Have you agreed? Tell me now."
As soon as the words fell, everything fell silent. In the small space, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Jiang Qing's voice rang out, and she waved her hands, "How is that possible? We've only known each other for a few days."
Song Shuang nodded: "That's true. It's not so easy to let him catch up when chasing someone. Wouldn't that be an advantage for him?"
While she was speaking, she did not forget to glance at the boy who seemed to be pretending to be dead in her eyes. Humph, her sharp eyes were never wrong.
She suddenly raised her voice: "Jiang Jiang, why don't you think about it seriously? Look at Chen Heng, he's handsome, has a good figure, and he even defends you in a fight. Most importantly, he likes you, and true love is hard to come by. I think you two are a good match. You must think about it seriously."
The girl's words were full of accents and twists, sounding sarcastic but her expression seemed particularly sincere. Jiang Qing looked at her blinking eyes and knew what she meant.
"I understand. Hurry up and do your homework." She pushed Song Shuang.
Honey, don't make things more complicated.
Song Shuang glanced at Lin Nanyan, who was still concentrating on her homework, and with a bit of dissatisfaction, she was pushed around by her bestie. She didn't forget to say one last thing: "Remember to think about it."
What kind of person is this! You're silent when you should be speaking. What's the point of having that mouth of yours?!
She looked angrily at the increasingly messy paper in her hand, out of sight and out of mind, and crumpled it into a ball and threw it to the right.
Wang Huaqiang, who was hit by the paper ball falling from the sky, silently reached out to pick up the crumpled paper ball, unfolded it, glanced at Song Shuang who was angry next to him, lowered his head, and began to write slowly.
Among them, the classmate who had been disturbed countless times by Song Shuang's tricks: ...
He was shocked at first, but now he is numb.
If the top student in the grade wasn't sitting behind him, he would have had the advantage of being close to the student and getting the upper hand. He could have held onto a glimmer of hope and perhaps if he had asked for advice more often, his grades would have improved.
If he didn't still have expectations for his own results, he really wanted to call the police. Please sit at the same table, please let him go.
But at this moment, he could only bite the tip of the pen and think hard, pretending not to notice the paper balls flying around above his head.
No, he can't see.
He must persevere and firmly believe in thriving under the guidance of the god of learning.
Hang in there, Jiang Fan, you can do it.
Jiang Qing watched Song Shuang turn around. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over the table, looking at Lin Nanyan, who had a calm expression on his face. She quietly reached out a pen and poked the other's arm: "Don't you have anything to say?"
She knew he heard it.
Lin Nanyan remained motionless and continued his calculations: "No."
Such a calm and almost indifferent attitude, as if nothing could break his tranquility.
The boys didn't seem to care at all.
Don't care if someone confesses to her, don't care how she responds to others.
The person who said "I like her" seemed to exist only in her imagination.
Jiang Qing felt dull in her heart, and she became even angrier when she saw Lin Nanyue's calm face.
How come this person has no sense of crisis at all?
She hasn't promised him yet, and she's slacking off now. If she really agrees to him one day, won't he step on her head and fly to heaven?
"I thought about it, and what Song Shuang said is not wrong." She glanced at Lin Nanyan and said pretentiously: "There are so many people who like me, I should consider other candidates."
As a result, the boy next door acted as if he didn't hear it and continued writing the questions he had written.
Write, write, write, write about anything, are those problems as important as her?
Ahhhh, Jiang Qing is going crazy.
She stretched out her hands and scratched Lin Nanyan's head in vain, turning his head into a frizzy feather duster.
Before the boy could react, she lay back down, leaving only the back of her head to him.
"Okay," Jiang Qing admitted glumly, "very important."
At least for girls of their age, those so-called breakthroughs determine their future.
Jiang Qing couldn't deny that even if she had the chance to do it all over again, her initial thought would be to study hard, get into a good school, and strive for a bright future.
Therefore, those trivial, vague, and unfathomable emotional issues become less important in the face of the future.
Lin Nanyan had a head of messy hair, lowered his eyes, and drew a cross on the draft paper. He had made a mistake in the calculation again.
The person next to him had been silent for a long time. He turned around at this time, and his eyes fell on Jiang Qing's round head imperceptibly and lingered for a few seconds.
Then, he lowered his gaze and stared at the extra items on the girl.
A carved wooden chain hung from her slightly protruding ankle, the red rope tied against her fair skin glaring.
Lin Nanyan withdrew his gaze, looked at the paper in his hand, and continued his calculations, but the pile of draft papers beside him was getting thicker and thicker.
Jiang Qing lay there depressed for a while, and fell asleep unknowingly because she was too sleepy.
When I woke up, I stared at the blackboard in a daze, feeling that time and space were confused, upside down, and I didn't know what day it was.
She turned around and found Lin Nanyan sorting out the collected papers.
Jiang Qing snapped back to her senses. She frantically searched for her blank paper, "Why didn't you call me? I haven't copied it yet. Please wait a while before handing it in. I'll be quick, right away."
Lin Nanyan: "I put your paper in there, no need to look for it."
Jiang Qing was surprised. "Did you copy for me?" She reminded him, "Don't copy it verbatim, okay? I'll copy a few wrong questions. My level isn't that high."
Lin Nanyan: "I'm not as carefree as you."
The person in front of her didn't even glance at her, and her mouth seemed to be filled with poison.
Jiang Qing's teeth were itching again. If it weren't for his help, she would have opened the microphone passionately.
But now, she chooses to endure.
Pretending not to understand the sarcasm in the other person's words, she put her head on the table and rummaged underneath with one hand. She took out something, looked at it, and found it was not what she wanted. She put it back and continued rummaging, and finally took out a bag of candy.
She opened the package with satisfaction, glanced at Lin Nanyan, and stuffed it into his mouth in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Qing looked at him and smiled: "Is it delicious?"
Lin Nanyan's lips hit something unexpectedly, and the tip of his tongue seemed to touch something soft. He looked at the girl's smiling face as she approached, and nodded blankly.
Jiang Qing: ???
She didn't believe it, so she found the candy bag, peeled another one and put it in her mouth.
hiss--
Her facial features twisted together in an instant, and she looked at Lin Nanyan in disbelief. What was going on? Why was he so expressionless, as if he had lost his sense of taste?
"What a delicious treat! I'll have one too." Seeing her friends eating snacks, Song Shuang joined in the fun. As soon as the candy entered her mouth, she spat it out. "Pah, pah, pah, why is it so sour? This is industrial acid."
Song Shuang frowned worriedly, "Jiang Jiang, even if you like sour food, you can't eat something so sour. Is this still something human can eat?"
Jiang Qing: "...someone else likes sour food."
"No," Jiang Qing felt something was wrong. She stood on tiptoe and touched Lin Nanyan's forehead with her hand. "You have a fever or a cold, so you can't taste anything in your mouth."
She used her hand to feel the temperature of her forehead, "No, your body temperature is not much different from mine."
Jiang Qing was very puzzled. It was obvious that Lin Nanyan's taste buds were much more sensitive than hers, and he couldn't eat very spicy or sour food. Now even she felt that it was very sour, but he remained calm.
"Let me touch it again." She reached out and lifted up all the loose hair on the boy's forehead, revealing his beautiful and almost perfect face, and used her other hand to touch his forehead.
Lin Nanyan tilted his head.
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