Song Yi went home in a wheelchair.

When Song's father saw this, he was so flustered that he didn't even have time to take off his apron. He ran out and said anxiously: "What's going on? What happened? Who bullied you? Tell dad, I'll go find him and settle the score!"

The man who was always gentle was now panicked and angry, helpless and extremely anxious.

"No, no!" Song Yi denied it quickly, and then explained to Song's father: "I sprained my ankle accidentally, or my classmates sent me back."

Song Yi said and pointed at Murong Huan who was standing not far away and was awkwardly unwilling to come in but didn't leave.

Song's father looked over, then was stunned for a moment, "Can you dye your hair in high school?"

Song Yi: "..."

As expected of a father and daughter, they had the same idea when they saw Murong Huan's long pink hair for the first time.

So Song Yi explained to her father, "Although it sounds like she's lying, her hair is natural, it's a family gene."

Song's father always thought his daughter was smart and good at studying, so what she said must be right, so he believed it directly, "So that's the case, then let your classmate come to our house for dinner, they specially sent you back, we should express our gratitude."

"Ah." Song Yi was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether her relationship with Murong Huan had reached this point.

But there was expectation in Song's father's eyes, and he obviously hoped that Murong Huan could come in and sit down.

Song Yi suddenly thought of the original plot, Song's father had been worried about the original owner's interpersonal relationships in school, and hoped that she could bring new friends home, but unfortunately she was unable to do so until the end.

Song Yi pushed her wheelchair to Murong Huan.

Murong Huan asked her, "Why are you out again?"

Song Yi smiled at Murong Huan and asked her, "Do you have anything to do today?"

Murong Huan: "What?"

Song Yi said seriously, "My father wants to invite you to dinner at home to express our gratitude to you."

"And... you are also the only friend I have since I came to this school. I want to introduce you to my father."

The moment she looked into Song Yi's eyes, seeing the sincerity in her eyes, Murong Huan opened her mouth, but couldn't say no, and her heart was also touched.

Friend? And the only one.

This kind of being cherished as the only special existence is something Murong Huan has never felt before.

The always proud eldest lady was obviously moved by this invitation.

Finally, Murong Huan put his hand on Song Yi's wheelchair and pushed her back into the house. He squeezed out a word from his throat, "Hmm." It was

a simple two-bedroom, one-living room house. Most of the items in the house were old, but they were clean and tidy.

On the wooden table were five dishes and a soup. Although it was far inferior to Murong Huan's usual dishes, it was the best the Song family could offer. It was also the first time that Song Yi saw so much meat on her table.

So Song Yi directly ignored Murong Huan's presence and couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat with chopsticks.

Father Song looked at Song Yi helplessly, and then picked up a piece of ribs for Murong Huan, "This child has been like this recently. She can't see anything when she eats. Ignore her, come on Huanhuan, try uncle's cooking."

Looking at the ordinary-looking ribs in front of her, Murong Huan really didn't have much interest, but under Father Song's expectant eyes, she still picked up the chopsticks reluctantly and took a bite.

How can the food made by such an ordinary family be compared with the cooking skills of the chef of her five-star hotel...

Wait.

The moment the first bite of tender meat was bitten off from the ribs, the expression on Murong Huan's face changed.

The sauce was just right, and the heat was very well controlled. One more point would make it overcooked, and one less point might not be tasty enough.

Too... too delicious!!! After

eating a piece of spareribs, without the need for Song's father to take the initiative to pick up dishes, Murong Huan's chopsticks automatically reached for the pickled fish next to him.

The fish meat was tender, the slices were very thin, and there was not a single extra bone. You can imagine how careful Song's father was when handling the fish meat.

Murong Huan's chopsticks almost never stopped.

When Song Yi was about 80% full and raised his head to drink soup, he saw his favorite sweet and sour spareribs... It was empty? ? ?

Looking at the bones piled up in front of Murong Huan, Song Yi was silent for a few seconds, a little unbelievable.

Feeling Song Yi's gaze, Murong Huan realized how much he had eaten.

Her face instantly turned red, and she quickly put down her chopsticks, "I... I'm full."

Song Yi pushed the pot-wrapped meat in front of her to Murong Huan, "Try this."

Under Song Yi's "invitation", Murong Huan shamefully moved again.

She picked up the chopsticks again, and this time she couldn't help but eat several pieces.

Song Yi couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, "If you like it, I'll give it all to you."

Although she was a little reluctant, after all, she could taste Song's father's cooking every day, so today she reluctantly gave more to Murong Huan.

Murong Huan ate a few more pieces, and reluctantly put down her chopsticks when she couldn't eat anymore.

She looked at Song's father and couldn't help asking, "Uncle, which hotel did you work in before?"

Song's father was stunned.

Song Yi answered for him, "My dad is a carpenter and has never worked in a hotel."

Murong Huan was also surprised, "Isn't he a chef?"

Song Yi laughed and looked at Song's father, "Dad, she praised your cooking as delicious as that of a professional chef."

Song's father finally understood what Murong Huan meant, and drank a sip of water in front of him with some embarrassment, "This child is really good at boasting. That's because I'm sick and I'm idle at home, so I'm thinking about how to make delicious dishes to make our Yi Yi happy every day. If you like uncle's dishes, come home and play with our Yi Yi more often in the future." "

Okay." Murong Huan agreed, and then asked about Song's father's cooking secrets.

Song's father shared generously, but it was a pity that Murong Huan, who lived under such great pressure, had never been to the kitchen and didn't understand at all.

In the end, Murong Huan simply called the security guard standing at the door to come in and record the "recipe". Song Yi sat aside and became the most redundant person here.

Murong Huan didn't leave until half an hour after dinner.

Looking at Murong Huan's back, Song's father said with emotion: "This child is so well-behaved, you can play with her more in the future."

Song Yi: "..."

Although she didn't understand the situation, it was quite strange.

Until noon the next day.

Murong Huan came to Song Yi's class to bring her lunch. The dishes were very rich and varied, filling up the two tables.

Yes, two tables, including Jiang Yiheng's seat.

Murong Huan handed Song Yi chopsticks and said: "Try these, these are my favorite meals. Which ones can your uncle make? Can I eat them next time I go to your house?"

Song Yi: "..."

She now feels that Murong Huan's friend is not her, but her father.

At this moment, there was a sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground outside the window. Zhang Yong pushed Shen Yujing past the door of Class A.

"Stop! Stop!" Seeing Murong Huan and Song Yi, Shen Yujing called for a stop, squinted his eyes and looked inside from the door, then said: "You go first."

Zhang Yong was puzzled: "Ah? Aren't we going to the cafeteria?"

Shen Yujing said: "I still have things to do, you should go and accompany your girlfriend."

Speaking of his girlfriend, Zhang Yong's face instantly turned red, a little embarrassed but very eager to leave.

As soon as Zhang Yong went downstairs, Shen Yujing pushed his wheelchair to enter Class A.

There are so many dishes, so it's not too much for him to eat for free.

Shen Yujing thought so, but the next second his wheelchair was stuck at the door of Class A.

Shen Yujing lowered his head and found that there was a broom in the corner of the door for some reason.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call for help, but he felt awkward.

Fortunately, Murong Huan found him soon.

Oh my God, Shen Yujing was injured like this, but he still didn't forget to come to see Song Yi? He really cares about her!

Shen Yujing was here, but he was embarrassed and just sat at the door without saying a word.

So Murong Huan got up and walked to the door, dragged Shen Yujing in with the wheelchair, "Come in, come in, let's eat together!"

Shen Yujing looked "reluctant" on the surface, but of course he acquiesced to Murong Huan's move.

Murong Huan took out a pair of chopsticks from the thermos bag, and took out a lunch box with dessert for Shen Yujing to use as a bowl, "Fortunately, I brought an extra pair of chopsticks, here, take it."

Shen Yujing took the chopsticks, opened his mouth, and was about to say something.

There is no rice.

Song Yi saw what Shen Yujing was thinking, so she took out a fruit knife from the drawer and pushed the cauliflower on the table in front of Shen Yujing, "Come on, eat."

Murong Huan: "?"

Shen Yujing: "..."

Fortunately, Shen Yujing contacted Quan Le with a phone call, and the other party came back with two boxes of rice from the cafeteria.

#The number of people eating for free increased#

Song Yi frowned and protected the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of herself, "Why are you two here too?"

Murong Huan nodded and agreed with Song Yi, "Shen Yujing is fine, but Quan Le, why are you here too?"

"What's the matter? Isn't it just a meal from you? Are you so stingy?" Quan Le said as he put vegetables into the bowl.

Shen Yujing nodded, "Yes, you brought so many dishes, even if one more person comes, there will be enough to eat."

As soon as Shen Yujing finished speaking, there was a "creak" sound, and the door of Class A was pushed open.

The four of them looked up at the door at the same time, only to see Jiang Yiheng standing there, frowning at them.

Song Yi glared at Shen Yujing.

Shen Yujing pointed at himself and Song Yi to confirm, his face full of confusion.

Song Yi said: "You are really a crow-mouthed person, here comes another freeloader."

Quan Le shook his head, "Not really, I have never seen Jiang Yiheng and Murong Huan eat together."

Murong Huan looked at Quan Le with a smile, picked up a piece of pork ribs and stuffed it directly into his mouth, "If you can't speak, you don't have to speak."

Jiang Yiheng saw them, frowned slightly and walked over.

Quan Le, who was sitting in Jiang Yiheng's seat, immediately stood up with the bowl in his hand.

Jiang Yiheng bent down and took out a folder from his drawer.

But he did not leave, but lowered his eyes to look at the food on his table.

Murong Huan said: "Jiang Yiheng, we just want to borrow your table for a while."

Jiang Yiheng did not respond to Murong Huan, but just left after saying "wipe it clean".

Looking at Jiang Yiheng's back, Murong Huan put down the chopsticks in her hand, and instantly lost the mood to continue eating.

The feeling of being ignored by him is really uncomfortable. Although it is not the first time, she still can't get used to it.

Seeing that Murong Huan is not in a good state, Song Yi can only reach out and pat her shoulder to comfort her.

Murong Huan looked at Song Yi, and the always proud young lady revealed her doubts about herself, and asked: "Does he hate me so much? He doesn't even want to say a word to me."

Song Yi hurriedly comforted: "He is not targeting you. I have sat at the same table with him for two weeks, and I can count the words we have said on one hand."

At this moment, Shen Yujing, who was eating, raised his head blankly, "Ah? Didn't Jiang Yiheng just talk to you? He asked you to clean the table."

Murong Huan: "..."

Song Yi took a deep breath, and also stuffed a piece of meat into Shen Yujing's mouth, smiling at him, "You can shut up."

Shen Yujing was almost choked by this mouthful of food and couldn't breathe. He coughed and couldn't understand.

It's really strange, what did he say wrong?

Why are you so angry for no reason?

Song Yi's ankle sprain was not serious. After a week of rest, she was able to walk normally. So Jiang Yiheng gave her a task -

to go to each class in the third year of high school to raise funds for the surgery of a first-year high school student who had leukemia.

Song Yi was a little surprised, "Why me?"

Although she agreed with this matter, she was not a class committee member and she did not join the student union, so it was not her turn to do it.

Jiang Yiheng lowered his head to read and said only one sentence, "Add three points to the comprehensive quality score."

Song Yi: "Okay, what time do you want to go?"

You know, the scholarship is composed of the written test score and the comprehensive quality score in a ratio of 7 to 3, so the comprehensive quality score is also particularly important.

Jiang Yiheng said: "In the third class in the afternoon, you go downstairs of A1 with a classmate from Class B, and a member of the student union will bring the donation box to you."

"Okay." Song Yi nodded in agreement.

Afternoon -

Looking at Shen Yujing sitting in the wheelchair, Song Yi turned and left.

Is this the "other classmate" that Jiang Yiheng mentioned? No, she doesn't want these three points!

After sitting in a wheelchair for a week, Shen Yujing spent a lot of money to order a brand new one because he felt that the original wheelchair was too simple and had no functions.

So now this wheelchair came in handy. Shen Yujing's electric wheelchair caught up with Song Yi easily and quickly, blocking her way directly.

Shen Yujing frowned, "Hey, why did you run away as soon as you saw me? Didn't you say you were going to collect donations?"

Song Yi couldn't understand, "Why did your class send you here?"

Shen Yujing was not a class cadre and did not join the student union. Third, he was not short of money. What was he doing here?

Shen Yujing answered very sincerely: "Because they said I didn't have to go to class, so I took the initiative to come."

Shen Yujing took the initiative, who else dared to compete with him?

Song Yi understood this very well, but she just felt a headache at the moment, "Your leg is not healed yet, why are you messing around all day long, can't you just stay still?"

Why does he always jump in front of her and bother her?

Song Yi thought so, but Shen Yujing's understanding was completely wrong -

she was caring about him.

Shen Yujing tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips that were raised, and said: "It's okay, I can hold it."

Song Yi: "..."

She was afraid that she couldn't hold it.

At this moment, the students of the Student Union also found them, gave them the donation box, and bowed politely: "This classmate is in our class, he is really nice but... Alas, anyway, I'm sorry to trouble the seniors with this matter."

Song Yi looked at the donation box in her arms, and thought of a sick student who was waiting for this life-saving money, so she didn't hesitate.

She took out fifty yuan from her pocket and put it in, then walked towards the teaching building.

Shen Yujing drove his wheelchair skillfully and caught up with Song Yi.

The two took the elevator upstairs from the other end, starting with the first-year high school class.

The classmates had basically heard about this, so Song Yi didn't need to say too much. They just went through the process and then went on stage to donate.

Shen Yujing followed Song Yi and went from class to class in his luxury electric wheelchair.

Even though Shen Yujing's leg was still in a funny way with plaster casts, it didn't affect the charm emanating from his handsome face.

So after the last class speech, a girl couldn't help but follow him out, and amid the booing of the whole class, she bent over and handed Shen Yujing a love letter.

The girl looked very shy and well-behaved. Her voice was trembling with nervousness at the moment. "I have liked you for a long time. I hope you can accept it."

Shen Yujing looked at the girl in front of him, was silent for three seconds, adjusted his electric wheelchair to the highest speed again and left directly.

Escape! How to escape? Of course, escape in the wheelchair.

Song Yi: "..."

What a psycho.

Shen Yujing ran away very quickly, leaving the embarrassment to Song Yi alone.

The girl raised her head in a daze and looked in the direction where Shen Yujing left, and her eyes turned red for a moment.

Song Yi looked at the girl and said, "If you don't mind, you can give me this letter and I will pass it on to you. But if you feel that he doesn't respect you and makes you sad, then you can keep this letter yourself."

Song Yi returned the right to choose to the girl and fully respected her choice.

The girl pursed her lips and hesitated for half a minute, then handed over the letter. "Excuse me, I've liked him for a long time, so even if he doesn't like me, I hope he can at least know about this."

Although Song Yi couldn't understand the girl's thoughts, she still took the letter and said, "I'll try my best."

Shen Yujing, who had been waiting at the end of the corridor for a long time, looked at her and asked, "Why did you catch up so late?"

Song Yi handed the letter to Shen Yujing, "Take it."

Shen Yujing was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes in annoyance, "Why did you take it?"

"That's someone else's feeling for you."

Shen Yujing: "But I don't like her. It would be disrespectful to her if I accepted it."

Song Yi's tone was calm, "You can reject her or tell her directly, but you can't just walk away without saying anything like this and embarrass her in public."

Shen Yujing was silent for a few seconds, "Then what? Won't she be sad?"

From childhood to adulthood, Shen Yujing has been confessed to so many times by girls that he can't count them. Every time he rejected them, they would almost cry in front of him, and the most serious ones even dropped out of school because of it. From then on, Shen Yujing

was somewhat resistant to being confessed to or even liked by others. Rather than rejecting others in person, he would rather choose to escape. At least he can't see it, so he doesn't know what will happen next.

After listening to what Shen Yujing said, Song Yi said, "She likes you, you don't need to feel guilty for not being able to respond to her love, but listen carefully to others and respond, this is the minimum respect for communication between people."

Song Yi put the love letter in Shen Yujing's hand, "At least take a look."

In the evening, after school.

Song Yi was packing up her things. Because she was delayed by doing two more questions, she became the last person in the class.

While packing up, she accidentally bumped into the table, and an envelope fell out of the drawer that was tied to Jiang Yiheng.

Song Yi picked up the envelope, and was a little speechless when she saw the exaggerated red love heart outside, but she still put it back into Jiang Yiheng's drawer intact.

Then Song Yi took her schoolbag and left from the front door.

At this moment, at the back door of the classroom.

Shen Yujing, who had lost time because of playing two games, was sitting in a wheelchair and watched Song Yi's series of actions expressionlessly.

She put an envelope in Jiang Yiheng's drawer.

Letter, Jiang Yiheng. Are

they familiar with each other?

Looking at the love letter in his hand, Shen Yujing, who had seriously reflected on his attitude for a whole class, suddenly felt a little...wronged.

He was worried about this matter for the whole class, but what about Song Yi? She was actually writing a letter to Jiang Yiheng!

He wanted to see what Song Yi wrote.

So Shen Yujing turned his wheelchair and entered Class A, stopping next to Jiang Yiheng's seat.

The moment he took out the pink envelope with a love heart from Jiang Yiheng's drawer, Shen Yujing's hands couldn't help shaking.

Looking at this envelope that was 90% similar to the one in his hand, Shen Yujing suddenly had the answer in his heart.

Shen Yujing couldn't control his hands, he opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

The beautiful handwriting showed the girl's admiration, and every word was her love for Jiang Yiheng.

Sure enough, it was a love letter.

Song Yi, writing a love letter to Jiang Yiheng.

So that means, the person she likes is actually Jiang Yiheng, not him?

Shen Yujing sat in the wheelchair, bent over to look at the love letter, and was silent for a long time after realizing this.

At this moment, there was an indescribable sadness in those peach blossom eyes that had always been so unrestrained.

Although he didn't know why, he felt a little sad.

In the end, Shen Yujing crumpled the love letter into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and stuffed another piece of paper into the envelope.

The next day.

In the morning, Jiang Yiheng just came to the classroom and saw an extra love letter in his drawer.

Jiang Yiheng looked at Song Yi and asked, "Did anyone come to my seat yesterday afternoon?"

Song Yi shook her head and said speechlessly, "I wasn't there either. Didn't you ask me to give a fundraising speech yesterday afternoon?"

Yes, so Jiang Yiheng stood up and prepared to throw the love letter into the trash can.

But the next second, he realized something was wrong.

Jiang Yiheng lowered his head and opened the envelope, and found that what was placed inside was not the usual neat letter paper, but... a crumpled napkin?

Curious, Jiang Yiheng stopped and took out the paper and opened it.

Then, eight crooked big characters appeared in front of his eyes -

[The one who saw this line of characters was Pig.]

Jiang Yiheng: "..."