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It rained the next day, and during the break, the students all studied in the classroom.
Qi Wuchen hadn't memorized two words when Sheng Yao appeared next to him with a form: "The school is holding a sports meet in three days. Are you going?"
Jiang Han looked up when he heard the voice, but did not respond immediately.
When Sheng Yao blinked and looked left and right, two voices rang out at the same time.
"Can."
"No."
"Uh..." Sheng Yao looked at Qi Wuchen on his left and asked, "Brother Chen, what project are you applying for?"
"Same as before, three thousand."
"Okay." Sheng Yao took a pen and made a note on the form. "I see you two have a good relationship. I'll have Jiang Han pick you up at the finish line."
Ling Jianghan looked at him with a strange look: "You have a bad relationship with him?"
Sheng Yao looked at him with an expression that said, "What nonsense are you asking?" and said, "Of course."
"Then why don't you go?"
Sheng Yao choked for a moment before hesitantly saying, "I...I have more important things to do."
Jiang Han wanted to say something more, but Qi Wuchen beside him finally couldn't sit still anymore. He looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "You don't want to?"
"I'm lazy," Ling Jianghan said. "Before these activities, I would just do the exercises and sleep. My classmates also know that I'm lazy and have never assigned me this kind of task."
Sheng Yao asked curiously, "What tasks did they assign you?"
Ling Jianghan thought carefully for a moment before answering, "Help keep the things, or collect a few drinks."
"Beverages?" Qi Wuchen frowned and asked, "What drinks?"
"Help your friends collect the drinks or ice cream that other girls bought for them, and then give them to them after the game."
"Huh?" Sheng Yao was confused by this method. "Shouldn't it be delivered directly to the person? What's the point of doing this without meeting or leaving contact information?"
Before Ling Jianghan could say anything, Qi Wuchen narrowed his eyes and guessed, "Could it be that you rarely interact with girls, so those girls deliberately went to the trouble to talk to you?"
After hearing this, Sheng Yao was silent for a few seconds, then he suddenly realized and stared at Ling Jianghan in amazement, "Yeah, maybe they are actually going after you!"
Jiang Han was silent for a while, then he finally smiled and lightly kicked Qi Wuchen's desk: "Shut up, both of you."
Beicheng No. 1 Middle School emphasizes the joint development of physical fitness and academic performance. Senior high school students here still have a relaxing and enjoyable physical education class every week.
The physical education class happened to be this afternoon. A group of people ran straight to the playground happily, but were ruthlessly told by the physical education teacher that they would have a physical test in this class.
Some boys had to put down the ping-pong balls and basketballs they brought with great resentment.
Although it was a physical test, it was quite interesting to see a group of people having fun together. Not long after, the standing long jump test began.
Qi Wuchen touched the shoulder of the person next to him: "Hey, how far can you jump?"
Ling Jianghan, who was standing next to him, stared at the ground and smiled: "As long as this thing has legs, it will be fine. I can jump as far as you are tall."
Qi Wuchen rarely agreed with him: "Yes, yes, you are amazing."
Before Ling Jianghan could say anything else, he heard Sheng Yao shouting Hu Chen's name. They both looked up at Hu Chen opposite them at the same time, and saw that he raised and lowered his arms, opened and closed his mouth, counted to three, and then jumped out.
Hu Chen jumped very far this time, but before the people present had time to applaud him, they saw Hu Chen fall forward after landing, and knelt down in front of Qi Wuchen and Ling Jianghan.
Kneeling on both knees and supporting himself with his hands, it looked like he was wishing a happy new year to the two people opposite him.
Before they could react, Sheng Yao, who was standing next to them, stuffed the notebook and pen into another classmate's arms, and immediately walked up to Hu Chen and offered to help him.
Hu Chen just put his hand on Sheng Yao, but before he could feel any emotion, he heard Sheng Yao say to him in a very affectionate voice, "Hurry up, kid. There's no need for such a grand ceremony."
After the words fell, no one knew who started it, but a burst of laughter exploded in the crowd.
Hu Chen's face immediately darkened amidst the laughter: "Li your uncle! Sheng Yao, are you crazy?!"
Qi Wuchen was the first to curl his lips and laugh at the two idiots, which made Jiang Han more loyal than him. He endured for a minute before his shoulders started to tremble.
Seeing him happy, Qi Wuchen's smile became even more obvious without him realizing it. He was about to open his mouth to speak when he suddenly felt his right shoulder sink.
He turned his head to look at the hand on his right shoulder, his expression gradually becoming confused.
Ling Jiang Han buried his forehead on his right shoulder through the back of his hand, and was laughing hard while trying not to laugh.
Yes, no matter in the past or now, Ling Jianghan always loves to laugh.
In spring, he admired the willows; in summer, he admired the lotus; in autumn, he picked fallen leaves; in winter, he played in the snow. In his memory, the young prime minister would always sit by the window, smiling at the scenery dancing with the wind. Only in the cold winter months, when he saw the plum blossoms withering in the snow, would Ling Jianghan, dressed in red, frown slightly.
But before long, Ling Jianghan would turn around and smile at him, saying softly, "Wuchen, another year has passed."
Qi Wuchen seemed to see Ling Jianghan from a thousand years ago through this scene, and he was unable to recover for a long time.
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In the evening, Ling Jianghan went back with Qi Wuchen as usual, but just as they walked out of the school gate, they were suddenly stopped by someone.
Qi Wuchen paused when he heard the voice, turned around and saw a boy running towards them with a notebook.
When the man ran in front of them, Jiang Han looked at the boy in surprise and asked, "He Minggao, are you discharged from the hospital?"
"I was discharged this morning and will be back to school tomorrow." He Minggao handed the notebook in his hand to Ling Jianghan as he spoke. "I've been free for the past month, so I wrote you some math notes. Take them and call me if you have any questions."
Jiang Han subconsciously wanted to refuse, but on second thought he took the notebook: "...Thank you." He hesitated for a moment before continuing: "Don't write in the future, it's a waste of your time."
"How come?" He Minggao didn't realize the deeper meaning and asked with a smile: "Where do you live now? Do you want to go back together?"
"Not so," Ling Jianghan answered almost without hesitation, "I live in the same neighborhood as my friend."
He Minggao then noticed that there was a handsome boy with an extraordinary temperament standing next to Ling Jianghan. He choked for a moment before trying to ask, "...Who is this?"
"He is the top student in his grade in our school." Ling Jianghan introduced him briefly.
"Hello." Qi Wuchen introduced himself to him in a polite yet distant tone: "My name is Qi Wuchen, and I'm his new deskmate."
He Minggao nodded twice, his tone similar to Qi Wuchen's: "Hello, my name is He Minggao, and I'm Jiang Han's friend."
"Are you also from No. 1 Middle School?" Qi Wuchen raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Why haven't I seen you before?"
"No." He Minggao pushed his glasses up and said with an embarrassed smile, "I'm from No. 2 Middle School. I used to be Jiang Han's deskmate."
"Oh, you're from South City." Qi Wuchen responded and didn't say anything more to him.
You are from South City, and you came to North City just to give me a notebook?
"By the way," He Minggao took out something from his pocket and stuffed it into Ling Jianghan's palm. "This is what I bought for you on my way out of the hospital this morning. Take it back and use it on time. Just transfer the money to me via WeChat."
"Thank you," Ling Jianghan subconsciously pulled his hand back: "I'll find time to buy it later so I don't have to trouble you again in the future."
"No trouble." He Minggao smiled at him: "Jiang Han, next Saturday..."
Qi Wuchen frowned and was about to speak, but the cell phone in his pocket rang at this moment, interrupting He Minggao.
He Minggao originally thought that Qi Wuchen would immediately go to the side to answer the phone, but Qi Wuchen glanced at the incoming call and not only answered the phone in front of them, but also handed the phone to Ling Jianghan's ear without listening to a few words.
Qi Wuchen simply said, "Aunt Cheng is looking for you."
Ling Jianghan took the phone and went to the other side. At this moment, only He Minggao with a stiff expression and Qi Wuchen in a good mood were left standing there.
Qi Wuchen stared at He Minggao's face and explained to him with a smile: "Ling Jianghan's phone has been silent all year round. His family couldn't find him so they had to call me."
"For many years?" He Minggao looked at him without a smile on his face. "Have you known each other for a long time?"
"Well," Qi Wuchen looked at his cold face but was not angry. Instead, he smiled smugly at He Minggao and said, "To be honest, he and I knew each other in our previous life."
He Minggao sneered and commented, "Nonsense."
"What are you talking about so happily?" Ling Jianghan said as he walked over and returned the phone to Qi Huochen. However, Qi Huochen stopped when he saw the phone.
Tsk, how could he forget that his current phone wallpaper is the photo Sheng Yao sent him a few days ago?
Qi Wuchen took the phone calmly. Before he could say anything, he heard Ling Jianghan say to He Minggao, "We're leaving first. Go back and get some rest. Contact me on WeChat if you need anything."
He Minggao naturally wanted it more than he could ask for. "Okay, go back and get some rest early!"
When they walked into the residential complex together, Qi Wuchen's displeasure finally showed some signs in his eyes.
He Minggao is good-looking and speaks gently, and he seems to be likable no matter how you look at him.
But Qi Wuchen didn't like He Minggao very much, because his eyes were too bright when he looked at Ling Jianghan.
"Ling Jianghan." Qi Wuchen finally called out to the person in front of him, his tone hinting at helplessness that no one noticed. "Just ask whatever you want to ask. It's not like I don't have a mouth."
Since they entered the community, one of them was walking in front and the other behind. Qi Wuchen was not blind and his heart was beating fast, so he knew that Ling Jianghan was thinking about that photo.
Ling Jianghan, who was walking in front, stopped when he heard the voice. He turned around and stared at the person who was three or two steps behind and asked, "Who took that photo? How did you use it as wallpaper?"
"The arts committee member took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments," Qi Wuchen proudly gave himself a thumbs-up. "My back view, spinning a pen with my left hand and resting my head with my right, is so handsome. Isn't it worthy of being my wallpaper?"
"Worth it." Ling Jianghan slowed down his pace and continued walking forward, saying in a leisurely tone, "But I have a problem of getting embarrassed when I see my own photos. Don't show me your phone anymore in the future."
"Oh." Qi Wuchenxin said, thank God you don't ask for deletion.
It was not until they entered the elevator that Qi Wuchen saw that Ling Jianghan was holding a bottle of eye drops.
Why did He Minggao buy this for Ling Jianghan?
Qi Wuchen thought carefully for a while, and then remembered that Ling Jianghan waited until He Minggao ran up to them before greeting him.
After making a guess in his mind, he immediately turned to look at the person next to him and asked, "Ling Jianghan, are your eyesight not good?"
Jiang Han said "hmm" calmly, "It's too far to see clearly, and it's too dark to see clearly. You can understand that I am nearsighted and have night blindness."
Qi Wuchen frowned: "Then why don't you wear glasses?"
"I can't see clearly even if I wear it."
"What?" Qi Wuchen's tone was filled with disbelief: "You've never seen a doctor?"
"My grandmother is an ophthalmologist." Ling Jianghan didn't seem to care and answered casually, "She said that I was born half-blind and it's incurable even without treatment."
"Even vision restoration surgery is not possible?"
Jiang Han looked at him suspiciously: "First in the grade, do you know what 'prescribing the right medicine for the right condition' means?"
Qi Wuchen then realized that he had asked a stupid question.
Ling Jianghan is not short-sighted, but is born with a natural difficulty in seeing far away and in dark places.
But in his previous life, Jiang Hanming had excellent eyesight. He watched the mountains and birds during the day, and counted the stars and admired the moon at night. He was very happy and carefree in his free time.
Before he could even think about the reason, Jiang Han's voice rang out again: "It won't affect my normal life anyway. I'll just pretend that my hand was shaking when Nuwa pinched me."
"..." Qi Wuchen was so angry at his words that he almost laughed: "Nuwa is willing to take the blame for this, so you put it on others?"
After they arrived home chatting and laughing, one stayed in the living room to play with the cat while the other went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Ten minutes later, Ling Jianghan wiped his hair while picking up the phone on the coffee table and unlocking it, intending to transfer the money for the eye drops to He Minggao.
As soon as he transferred the money, He Minggao's message popped up: [It's my birthday next Saturday, are you coming?]
Jiang Han thought about it and finally replied "OK".
He silently looked at the eye drops that He Minggao bought for him "on the way", and the emotion in his eyes was not clear.
The eye drops that I used to use were only available in South City, but He Minggao was hospitalized in North City when he was sick some time ago.
Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that he was just overthinking it.
The phone in his hand vibrated again, causing Jiang Han to lower his eyes and see another message from He Minggao: [Jiang Han, how long have you known Qi Wuchen?]
[It's been almost a month.] Jiang Han couldn't help but ask: [What happened?]
After a while, a reply came: […He told me that you two knew each other in a previous life.]
Jiang Han looked up expressionlessly at Qi Wuchen who was still playing with the cat.
He seemed to be trying to confirm something, staring at the person over there for a while before typing back: [Don't listen to his nonsense.]
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