Yi Ran lay on the table and covered her face with her arms. Song Yumeng grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up from the table.

Yi Ran was confused and quickly covered her right face and turned her head away, saying angrily: "What are you doing? Can't you see I'm sleeping?"

"Take your hand away, I want to see your face." Song Yumeng's tone was serious and almost commanding.

Yi Ran was a little amused: "Are you sick? Don't you hate seeing my face the most?"

Song Yumeng didn't care so much. She pulled her hand away and saw her face. There was a fist-sized bruise on the right side, purple and blue, which made her instinctively afraid.

For a moment, she felt mixed emotions, touched and worried, sour but sweet.

"Have you seen enough?" Yi Ran turned her face away and covered the wound with her hand. For a moment, she was a little embarrassed.

"Come with me." Song Yumeng was a little angry, grabbed her hand and rushed to the infirmary.

The bell rang, and the classmates had returned to the classroom. In the long corridor, there were only two people.

Yi Ran looked down at her left hand. Her palm was covered by Song Yumeng's palm. It felt soft and tender, and the difference in skin color was not obvious.

She had held Song Yumeng many times, palms and wrists, but this was the first time that Song Yumeng took the initiative to hold her.

Yi Ran's lips were filled with a warm smile. Seeing Song Yumeng's anxious look, the smile became more obvious, spreading all the way to the corners of her eyes.

Infirmary.

Originally, Song Yumeng wanted to find the old school doctor to help Yi Ran treat the wound, but he was not there, so she decided to do it herself.

"Sit down."

Yi Ran sat down on the wooden sofa. Song Yumeng took disinfectant alcohol and cotton from the cabinet, and used tweezers to hold the soaked cotton and applied it to Yi Ran's face for disinfection.

Song Yumeng said as she applied it, "Why did you fight for me?"

Yi Ran immediately retorted, "Who fights for you? You think too much. I just don't like that person's nonsense. It has nothing to do with you."

Song Yumeng said "Oh" lightly and deliberately increased the movement of her hands. Yi

Ran's facial features wrinkled together at once, and he cried out in pain: "Hiss - can you be gentler? It hurts! Are you doing it on purpose?" His expression was extremely painful but he didn't move.

"Who told you to fight? You deserve it!" Song Yumeng replied righteously. She was angry and worried, but she softened her heart and slowed down her movements.

"Then I fought for you."

"Didn't you just say that it has nothing to do with me?"

"I..." Yi Ran choked and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Song Yumeng felt a warm current in his heart, and his heart was full. His heartbeat was strong and powerful.

After treating the wound, Song Yumeng threw away the used cotton, stared at Yi Ran and said seriously: "Thank you."

Yi Ran raised the corner of his mouth, "It's the same old saying, thank you should be sincere."

"Then what do you want?"

"Emm, let me think about it..." Yi Ran pursed his lips and frowned, touched his chin and thought seriously, and after a moment, said, "How about this, bring me breakfast for a week, the kind you make yourself, and from now on, you are not allowed to bring breakfast to Liu Luoyang anymore."

"You are too much!" Song Yumeng said coquettishly.

"Alas, it seems that I took this punch in vain." Yi Ran pretended to be depressed and sighed, "I shouldn't have fought with them, I should have joined their team to scold you together!"

Song Yumeng knew that Yi Ran did it on purpose, but she couldn't do anything about her, she was being controlled.

"Okay, okay, stop pretending. I'll just promise you." Yi Ran

stopped crying and laughed all of a sudden. His eyes were clear, his smile was bright, his cheeks were warm, and the fragrance of jasmine was tinged with a little pungent smell of alcohol.

Song Yumeng was stunned for a moment, and her heart suddenly became a little crowded.

...

The next morning, Song Yumeng got up almost before dawn to work. She knew that Yi Ran especially liked orange flavor, so she replaced the cream filling in the bread with orange-flavored jam.

When she took the bread into the classroom, Liu Luoyang happened to see it and said with a smile: "Is this what you gave me? Thank you, how do you know that I like this the most?"

He thought that this bread was given to him by Song Yumeng, so he confidently reached out and took it.

Yi Ran had already sat down. This scene made her feel very upset, but she did not move. She wanted to know how Song Yumeng would deal with it.

Song Yumeng hesitated again and again, but still took the bread back from Liu Luoyang. Liu Luoyang looked at her in surprise.

Song Yumeng said awkwardly: "This is not for you. If you want it, then I

will give it to Liu Luoyang tomorrow..." She suddenly remembered that she had promised Yi Shenjing that she would never bring breakfast to Liu Luoyang in her life, but she was embarrassed to say it directly, so she had to beat around the bush and perfunctorily said: "Well, I will bring it to you when I have time in the future?"

"Puchi." Yi Ran laughed out loud. She really didn't expect Song Yumeng to take the bread back. She thought she would just give it to Liu Luoyang.

It seems that she still remembers what she promised.

Liu Luoyang left in a huff. Song Yumeng threw her breakfast on Yi Ran's desk. She was furious at her smiling face.

"Are you happy now?"

Yi Ran smiled even happier: "Isn't it obvious that I'm happy? My face is almost cracked from laughing."

"It's best if it cracks! I'll make you die of pain!"

Yi Ran smiled without saying anything. She picked up her breakfast and said, imitating what she had said to Liu Luoyang: "Thank you. How did you know I like to eat this? Can you bring it to me when you have time in the future?"

"I won't bring you anything!"

Song Yumeng was originally angry and left, but halfway through the journey she suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Why are you back again? Are you not angry anymore?" Yi Ran looked up at her and smiled.

From Song Yumeng's high angle, she could see Yi Ran's entire face very well. The bruises had faded a lot compared to yesterday, and were not as scary.

She took out a small box from her bag and threw it to Yi Ran, saying, "This is for you, remember to use it."

"What is this?" Yi Ran picked up the box and looked at its packaging. "It's a spray. I have a bottle of this at home. You wasted dozens of dollars."

Song Yumeng stretched out her hand and said angrily, "Oh, if you don't want it, then just give it back to me."

Yi Ran immediately hid the spray behind him and looked at Song Yumeng warily, saying, "No, no, you've already given it to me, so it's mine. How can I take something back if I gave it to someone else?"

Song Yumeng raised her lips and left contentedly.

...

After this midterm exam, Tang Xiangping rearranged the seats.

Liu Luoyang and Song Yumeng sat in the first row of the fourth group, and Xu Yuan and Yi Ran sat in the second row of the fourth group.

When this seating chart appeared on the big screen, the four of them didn't seem to be particularly satisfied with this seat. Yi

Ran could accept being the same table with Xu Yuan, but she selfishly didn't want Song Yumeng and Liu Luoyang to sit together. Song Yumeng thought so too. She was quite happy to sit with Liu Luoyang, but she was not happy when she thought of Yi Ran sitting with Xu Yuan.

Liu Luoyang did not want to sit with Song Yumeng at all, and Xu Yuan did not want them to sit together either, but it was not bad to have Yi Ran sitting next to them.

Although the four of them had opinions, they still changed seats according to the seating chart.

"Hi, new deskmate, please take care of me." After changing seats, Xu Yuan took the initiative to greet Yi Ran.

Yi Ran looked at her outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and shook hands with her politely, "Hello."

Song Yumeng was sitting in front of Yi Ran, and she could hear their conversation clearly. She said "tsk" disdainfully, and cursed in her heart: What's so good about it, green tea!

Liu Luoyang, a classmate, wanted to pretend to say hello to Song Yumeng, but seeing her resentful look, he lost all desire.

After the school bell rang, Song Yumeng grabbed her schoolbag and left the classroom without hesitation. Before leaving, she gave Xu Yuan and Yi Ran a hateful look.

Yi Ran was confused. She could understand why she hated Xu Yuan, but why did she hate her? Did she offend this young lady again?

The street lights were always on at night before, but tonight there seemed to be a malfunction. The street lights went out, and the road was dark and a bit scary.

Yi Ran still came to the parking lot at the back door of the school as usual, but when she approached her electric car, she saw Xu Yuan standing next to the car.

"Xu Yuan?" Yi Ran asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Xu Yuan went over and held Yi Ran's arm, timidly saying, "It's dark outside, I'm a little scared, can you take me home?"

Yi Ran didn't know how she found her car, but because of the friendship between classmates, she still agreed.

"Okay, then you get in."

Xu Yuan sat diagonally on the passenger seat of the car, wrapped his arms around Yi Ran's waist, and pressed his upper body against her back.

Yi Ran was particularly uncomfortable with this sudden close contact, and she was a little out of breath. She had never been so close to anyone in her life, and she didn't like anyone to be so close to her.

"Well, can you please loosen up a bit? You're holding me too tight. It's hard for me to ride a bike."

"Sorry." Xu Yuan loosened his arms. Originally, he was hugging her tightly, but now he was just holding her loosely, and his upper body was no longer pressed against her back.

Yi Ran felt much better now, and he could ride the bike with ease.

Xu Yuan didn't say a word along the way, except for asking for directions. Yi Ran also enjoyed this silent atmosphere.

Yi Ran parked the car in front of the sidewalk and waited for the green light. Xu Yuan still held her in the same position. But what they didn't notice was that a few meters behind the car, there was a black Bentley.

That was the car that picked up Song Yumeng.

Song Yumeng was sitting in the car and could see everything. She folded her arms and put her right leg on her left leg, looking at the two of them, with a slight smile on her lips. Although her face showed no expression, it was surprisingly scary.

Song Yumeng chuckled softly, and Uncle Wang, who was driving, asked cautiously: "Miss, are you unhappy?"

"It's okay, Uncle Wang. Don't turn left later, just follow the electric car in front." Song Yumeng's eyes were always fixed on the two of them, and her face was not ordinary "nuclear kindness".

Although Uncle Wang didn't understand why she did this, he was just a driver, and he just had to listen to what the young lady said.

Yi Ran rode his bike to send Xu Yuan to the street of the community.

After Xu Yuan got off the car, he said: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Xu Yuan left, and when Yi Ran was about to leave, a Bentley rushed over and blocked her way.

Just when she thought the car looked familiar, Song Yumeng got out of the car and gestured to the driver. The blocked car drove away, leaving Yi Ran and Song Yumeng alone on the roadside.

Song Yumeng walked over confidently. Yi Ran looked at her in confusion. Seeing her sit on his passenger seat without hesitation, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "What are you doing?"

Song Yumeng deliberately said in a sarcastic tone, "Why? That green tea can sit in your car, but I can't, right?"

Yi Ran looked back at her with amusement, and Song Yumeng got even angrier, "What are you laughing at? Why don't you drive me home!"

"Aren't you afraid to sit in my car? Are you not afraid now?"

Song Yumeng turned her face away and didn't answer. If Yi Ran hadn't said it, she would have almost forgotten that she was afraid. It seemed that she was overwhelmed by jealousy.

"Get down."

"Why get down?"

"Won't you know once you get down?"

Song Yumeng was a little worried that Yi Ran would leave her alone, but she still got out of the car obediently.

Yi Ran also got out of the car, then untied the helmet strap tied around his chin, took off the helmet, and then put it on Song Yumeng's head and fastened the strap for her.

Song Yumeng touched the helmet on her head, a smile appeared on her lips, and asked: "Why don't you let Xu Yuan wear the helmet?"

"There is only one helmet, why should I give it to her?"

Song Yumeng's smile became deeper, spreading all the way to her eyebrows, and continued to ask: "Oh, then why did you give it to me?"

"Oh, if you don't want it, then give it back to me." Yi Ran imitated Song Yumeng's movements and stretched out his hand.

"No!" Song Yumeng immediately stepped back, holding the helmet tightly with both hands, looking at her vigilantly, and said, "You've already put it on, how can I give it

back to you!" "I was just kidding you." Yi Ran smiled and got in the car, turned around and said to her, "Get in quickly, I'll take you home."

After Song Yumeng sat in the passenger seat, she heard Yi Ran say, "Hold me tight."