Jiang Ranran was still receiving compliments when Song Wenjing finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up, and walked out.
Jiang Ranran opened her eyes wide: "Brother Wenjing, where are you going?"
Song Wenjing ignored him.
When Song Wenjing appeared at the door of Class 36, everyone in Class 36 was stunned for a second.
Then they all looked at him like he'd seen shit: "Song Wenjing, what are you doing in our class?"
Not enough of the limelight today? The person in question is also showing off?
Song Wenjing gritted his teeth: "I'll find Jiang Nian."
He was wearing a school uniform, tall and with long legs. He pushed aside the people guarding the door with a cold face, looked into the classroom, and immediately spotted Jiang Nian in the corner.
Jiang Nian was sitting by the window wearing headphones, looking out the window.
The sunlight streaming in cast an almost dazzling golden hue over the girl's profile. Her nose was high and straight, her eyelashes long and delicate, her features exquisite. She exuded a cool, aloof aura, so beautiful it made one's heart skip a beat.
That person wasn't exaggerating.
Jiang Nian is indeed beautiful. Jiang Ranran's overly elaborate and vulgar beauty simply cannot compare to her.
For some reason, Song Wenjing walked straight into Class 36, his heart beating faster and faster as he got closer to Jiang Nian.
Finally standing in front of Jiang Nian, he suddenly forgot what he was going to say and blurted out, "Jiang Nian, your lecture tonight...would you like to sit with me?"
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The students in Class 36 were dumbfounded.
Those who came with Song Wenjing and were in the top class at the door were also dumbfounded.
No, didn't Song Wenjing look down on Jiang Nian and like Jiang Ranran?
He ran over and asked Jiang Nian if she wanted to sit with him during the lecture.
What's going on?!
Everyone recovered from their shock and turned to look at Jiang Ranran, who was also staring wide-eyed outside the door.
Many people felt that the pink headband Jiang Ranran was wearing today looked increasingly green with envy.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Nian turned around in her seat and took off the earphone in her right ear.
His face was expressionless as he stared straight at me: "You want me to sit with you tonight?"
Song Wenjing was drawn to her gaze, and unconsciously swallowed, his voice softening slightly: "Um... is that okay?"
Jiang Nian glanced at Jiang Ranran, who was practically going crazy at the door, then suddenly twitched the corner of her mouth and said casually, "Then beg me."
Beg her?
The young master of the prestigious Song family of Jiangcheng, in front of nearly two classes of people, asked Jiang Nian to sit with him that evening?
How is that possible?
Jiang Nian's eyes were cold, and her tone carried a hint of mockery: "It's not like you haven't begged before, is it?"
I did beg her; I begged her to be gentle when I was kicked that day.
Song Wenjing had no idea what had possessed him.
Ever since that day Jiang Nian pressed him down and trampled him under her feet, and then grabbed his chin and warned him in the police station.
Her cold, condescending expression, as if she were looking at trash, haunted his dreams for several nights in a row. Last night, he even dreamt that Jiang Nian was wearing high heels and stepping on him there…
My body was trembling until I woke up.
Song Wenjing's breathing quickened, his chest heaving under an irresistible urge, his ears burning hot. He finally spoke, "I beg you..."
Holy crap.
He really begged in front of everyone.
Everyone else was truly stunned; they had never imagined such a development.
However, Jiang Nian sneered the next second: "You can get lost now."
Song Wenjing took a deep breath and immediately became anxious: "Didn't you say I had to beg you..."
Jiang Nian raised her eyes: "I told you to beg me. Did I say that if you begged me, I would agree?"
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