Jiang Yiheng's words made Murong Huan silent for a long time.

She seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

But when Jiang Yiheng said this, Murong Huan suddenly began to think about some problems.

Such as her life, her past, and her persistence in liking Jiang Yiheng for so many years.

It has always been for no reason, but because he is good enough, she has never doubted that there is anything wrong with it.

But think about it carefully...

She doesn't like Jiang Yiheng at all, right? Except for his handsome appearance, good grades and good family background, he has no advantages.

What's more important is that she has been chasing Jiang Yiheng like a dog for so many years, and the proud eldest lady is also humble in love... What the hell!

Why is she humble in love? It's really inexplicable!

Murong Huan suddenly realized this and wiped away the tears from her eyes. She stared at Jiang Yiheng fiercely, "I think what you said makes sense, so I have the right to doubt now, are you playing a trick on me?"

The gifts she gave to Jiang Yiheng countless times were thrown on the roadside by him, and she was ignored by him countless times when she expressed her love for him. She was rejected countless times when she took the initiative to ask him out. For so many years, he didn't pay much attention to her except in front of his parents!

Is she a jerk? Why did she give so many years for such a person who would never give her any response, and even gave up her dignity to ask her father to go to the Jiang family to make an engagement.

The more Murong Huan thought about it, the more awkward she felt, and a feeling of discomfort crept into her heart.

Murong Huan did not let Jiang Yiheng continue to take her home, but got off the car alone halfway.

She looked at Jiang Yiheng who was sitting in the car. He was wearing a uniform and looked cool and handsome. He was well-behaved and there was nothing wrong with him. He seemed to be no different from what she remembered.

But now, she understood.

Murong Huan raised her chin and looked at Jiang Yiheng, "I will cancel the engagement. Remember, I dumped you."

Jiang Yiheng nodded, "Okay."

Murong Huan was still standing alone on the side of the road until the Jiang family's car drove away.

Blue sky, white clouds, green land.

She took a deep breath. She thought she had figured it out, but she couldn't help but feel a little wet in the corners of her eyes.

After so many years of emotional investment, although liking someone is inexplicable, it has become natural.

Suddenly, a voice rang out behind her -

"Hey? What are you doing standing here?"

Murong Huan turned around and saw Quan Le riding a shared electric bike.

Quan Le stopped the bike next to Murong Huan and asked, "Why don't you say anything?"

Murong Huan didn't answer, but pointed at the electric bike and asked, "Why do you ride something like this? Don't you think it's cheap?"

"I get carsick. Comfort is the most important thing." Quan Le answered without even thinking.

Quan Le sat forward a little and asked her, "Where are you going? Do you need me to take you there?"

Murong Huan hesitated and sat behind Quan Le.

Quan Le said in a brisk voice, "Hold on to me! Let's go!"

"By the way, Murong Huan, be careful. If you see a traffic police later, jump off the car and run away, otherwise we will both have to post a review on WeChat Moments! How embarrassing!"

Murong Huan: "..."

The next day.

Song Yi went to Class B. She held some snacks in her arms and looked for Murong Huan in Class B.

Suddenly, a hand pressed her head from behind, "Pull your neck back a little. I feel tired just looking at you."

Shen Yujing let go of his hand after he finished speaking, and then took out a bag of biscuits from Song Yi's arms without any hesitation. While opening the bag, he asked, "What do you want from me?"

Song Yi: "..."

Really narcissistic enough.

Song Yi asked, "Where is Murong Huan? Why didn't I see her?"

"Isn't she here? I saw her just now." Shen Yujing looked around in confusion, then pointed to a place not far away, "There! Murong Huan? What are you doing there?"

Song Yi looked in the direction of Shen Yujing's finger, and saw that Murong Huan was standing at the door of Class A at this moment, holding a bunch of snacks in his arms. It was obvious that he was also looking for Song Yi.

The sun was very bright, and it felt warm when it fell on people.

Bathed in the sun, the two smiled at each other across a class.

The girl's eyes were curved with a smile, and faint pear-shaped curls appeared at the corners of her lips.

Some tacit understandings have been formed long ago, and there is no need to explain anything, nor to apologize to each other.

Murong Huan and Jiang Yiheng's engagement was cancelled.

Although it was more difficult than expected, Murong's father had no choice but to agree after Murong Huan cried and made a scene at home.

However, for the sake of cooperation and influence between the two families, this matter was not made public for the time being.

After the engagement was cancelled, the relationship between Jiang Yiheng and Murong Huan unexpectedly became harmonious.

For example, now.

The night before the school anniversary dance, Murong Huan was still instructing Song Yi and Jiang Yiheng to practice dancing, and behind them sat Shen Yujing who was watching the excitement.

Shen Yujing crossed his legs, laughing with mockery, "Jiang Yiheng, your limbs are really uncoordinated, aren't they?"

In Shen Yujing's view, Jiang Yiheng, the child of "other people", a perfect student who has been the first in almost everything since childhood, actually has something he is not good at? It's

really interesting.

Murong Huan turned around and glared at Shen Yujing, "Shut up! How good do you think you are? Jiang Yiheng has obviously made great progress!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Yi nodded in testimony, "He only stepped on me three times today, which is really a great improvement."

Stuff more cotton in your high heels tomorrow, and you shouldn't feel anything when Jiang Yiheng steps on you again.

These hard days are finally over!

Song Yi was very surprised when she found out that Murong Huan and Jiang Yiheng had broken off their engagement.

She asked Murong Huan a lot about her feelings towards Jiang Yiheng, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after she was sure that Murong Huan really didn't like Jiang Yiheng anymore and wasn't just hiding her feelings.

At the same time, Song Yi also realized one thing, that the current plot development has completely deviated from the original plot.

As a vicious female supporting role, Murong Huan did not love Jiang Yiheng madly, and she and the three male protagonists also avoided many of the ambiguous entanglements in the original plot. Everything is developing in a good direction.

They all live ordinary and ordinary lives like this, and these people in front of them seem to be no different from ordinary people except that they are too rich.

They practiced the dance again, and this time it was perfect. Jiang Yiheng danced the whole way smoothly without stepping on Song Yi's feet once.

Even though he might just be performing beyond his normal level, Song Yi still felt so moved that she wanted to cry.

Wuwuwuwuwu... It's over! It's finally over!

The six o'clock bell rang, and the class at St. Sly College was over.

Murong Huan approached Song Yi and took one of her arms, and said coquettishly: "Yi Yi, can I go to your house for dinner tonight?"

Shen Yujing looked at Murong Huan and asked sincerely: "What's wrong with your family?"

Murong Huan: "..."

Song Yi: "..."

Murong Huan was speechless, but still explained: "My family is fine, but I miss the food cooked by Uncle Song."

Shen Yujing caught the point again when he shouldn't have, "Have you been to Song Yi's house for dinner?"

"Of course." Murong Huan answered proudly, "And more than once, Uncle Song's cooking is delicious!"

Shen Yujing was immediately dissatisfied and asked noisily: "Why can Murong Huan go to your house for dinner? Then I want to go too!"

Murong Huan shouted back, "What does it have to do with you? I am Song Yi's best friend, why do you compare with me?"

"I am Song Yi's best friend!"

Shen Yujing said and then looked at Song Yi, with a face full of expression -

if you dare to say we are not, you are doomed.

Song Yi: "..."

Song Yi said: "How about we go together?"

"Okay! / No!"

"No! / Okay?"

Shen Yujing and Murong Huan each turned their heads in one direction, both with an impatient expression.

But obviously, they also acquiesced to the decision to go together.

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, looked at Jiang Yiheng who was left behind, and asked: "Do you want to go?"

Song Yi thought Jiang Yiheng would refuse, really.

After all, a proud man like Jiang Yiheng is busy practicing dance during the day, so he must have something to do at night, right?

But Jiang Yiheng nodded, and said four words in a soft voice, "It's an honor."

Song Yi: "..."

Forget it, okay.

One more is not too many, one less is not too few, so just take them all.

Anyway, her father will be very happy to see her bringing so many friends home.

However, what Song Yi did not expect was that

there was no one at her home.

"Ah..."

Song Yi took out her mobile phone and looked at Murong Huan apologetically, "I'll call Dad and ask."

While Song Yi was on the phone, Shen Yujing began to look around the house. He had never been to such a place before.

It was a shabby bungalow with a small space. The whole house might not be as big as his storeroom.

How did Song Yi live in such a place?

Shen Yujing frowned. The furnishings in the whole house were also very old. The only compliment he could give was that it was clean and tidy.

Murong Huan saw what Shen Yujing was thinking, and she whispered, "I was also shocked when I first came here. Although I knew that Yi Yi was an excellent student, I always felt in my subconscious that such a beautiful girl should live in a beautiful house, without any worries, and grow up happily in love."

Murong Huan's words made Shen Yujing suddenly understand.

Yes, Song Yi is an excellent student. The school paid to dig her out of No. 7 Middle School. Her family should be short of money.

Jiang Yiheng did not participate in their discussion, but just bent over and played with flowers and plants in the yard.

They were not any precious varieties, and some flower pots were even replaced by broken bowls, but they were unexpectedly harmonious and beautiful when placed together.

At this moment, Song Yi finally finished her call. She said apologetically, "My dad is out for something. He may be back very late today."

Shen Yujing was a little disappointed and said, "I'm starving."

Hungry?

Song Yi thought about it, and then found three bags of instant noodles in her room.

Song Yi asked them, "If you are hungry, do you need to eat something first?"

But surprisingly, no one answered her. The three of them stared at the instant noodles in Song Yi's hand.

Murong Huan was the first to speak and asked, "Is this instant noodles?"

Shen Yujing: "I haven't eaten it!"

Jiang Yiheng: "...I haven't eaten it either."

Song Yi: "..."

As expected of them.

So Song Yi asked, "Have you ever taken a bus?"

The three of them shook their heads again.

Song Yi: "..."

As expected, it is worthy of being Marie Sue's world.

So Song Yi cooked all three bags of instant noodles, and served them in three bowls.

Shen Yujing was the first to pick up the chopsticks, carefully picked up a spoonful of instant noodles, and asked, "Can I eat it directly?"

Song Yi: "..."

What else?

Shen Yujing looked at the instant noodles, "I feel that this thing is very unhealthy."

Song Yi looked at him expressionlessly, "This is the only food, you can eat it or not."

Murong Huan also found it difficult to eat, "It smells sour, is it expired? Otherwise, let's go out to eat, I'll treat you."

Song Yi: "Because it's Laotan pickled cabbage and beef noodles, pickled cabbage is of course sour."

Even though Song Yi said this, the two people did not move. Their expressions were obviously still struggling with the pickled cabbage and beef noodles in front of them. They all felt that this thing must be very unpalatable because it was so smelly.

Shen Yujing flipped the noodles with chopsticks again and asked: "I saw the pickled cabbage, where is the beef?"

"I think you look like a cow." Song Yi: "Are you going to eat it or not? If not, I will eat it."

As soon as Song Yi finished speaking, Jiang Yiheng raised his chopsticks and took a chopstick of instant noodles with a look of fearlessness.

Shen Yujing and Murong Huan looked at him at the same time. You know, Jiang Yiheng always has a light taste, and this instant noodles is definitely not...

Jiang Yiheng buried his head and started eating.

Murong Huan and Shen Yujing looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Then the two of them tentatively raised their chopsticks again, and both broke through their psychological defenses to put the strange-tasting instant noodles into their mouths.

And just such a simple bite made the two of them stunned at the same time, and then they even scrambled to start eating the instant noodles in their bowls.

Song Yi sat and looked at the three of them, as if he was looking at three gluttons.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

Have these three people never eaten? The delicacies at home are not as good as a bucket of instant noodles outside?

Shen Yujing was the first to put down his chopsticks, and looked at Song Yi with his beautiful peach blossom eyes full of expectation, and asked: "Anything else?"

Song Yi: "..."

The amount of instant noodles is a mystery. For most people, one piece is not enough, and two pieces are not necessary.

So now, it is obvious that these three people are not full.

But there was really no instant noodles at home, and the last three bags were in the stomachs of these three people.

Song Yi hesitated and asked, "Maybe you have eaten snail noodles?"

Sure enough, the three of them shook their heads again.

Shen Yujing answered proudly, "But I have heard of it! It is said to be very smelly!"

Murong Huan showed disdain on her face, "Can it be stinkier than this instant noodles with pickled cabbage?"

When Murong Huan said this, it was as if she was a warrior who had challenged great difficulties and was full of confidence in everything that would happen next.

Jiang Yiheng said, "I can do anything."

Murong Huan seemed a little eager to try, "Then let's go now!"

Thinking of the school celebration tomorrow, Song Yi was not going to wash her hair tonight, and it was not suitable for her to eat snail noodles.

So she said, "Next time, bring Quan Le with you."

"Okay." Murong Huan was convinced by this reason.

And Shen Yujing said, "But I didn't eat enough."

Song Yi: "..."

Glutton, really a glutton.

Song Yi took out a bag of biscuits from her pocket and put it into Shen Yujing's hand. With her other hand, she pushed him up and said, "Goodbye."

After sending these three people away, Song Yi felt that her world was quiet.

Tomorrow is the school anniversary. Although she will perform the erhu, which she is very good at, she still has to prepare.

Song Yi opened her closet, and there was a cheap second-hand erhu in it.

In addition, there was the costume for tomorrow's performance, which was sent by Murong Huan before.

This was the first time Song Yi opened it, and inside was a light purple cheongsam with very fine workmanship.

Chinese traditional musical instruments go well with cheongsams. Murong Huan has good taste, and Song Yi is also very satisfied with this dress.

The next morning.

Because of the school anniversary, the class time was half an hour later than usual.

Song Yi had breakfast at home, and still went out in her Saint Sly uniform, carrying her erhu on her back, and put the cheongsam she would wear for the performance in her schoolbag.

When Song Yi arrived at Class A, she saw the Arts Committee member counting the number of people in the class who would participate in the stage performance.

The Arts Committee member looked at Song Yi and said, "Students who participate in the performance do not need to attend the opening ceremony. You can go directly to the backstage to put on makeup and get ready."

Song Yi nodded and agreed.

Suddenly, Shen Yujing walked into Class A and handed a bag to Song Yi.

Under the gossiping eyes of the crowd, Shen Yujing said awkwardly: "The performance went well."

After that, the blond boy immediately fled from Class A, as if he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

Song Yi lowered her head and saw a white veil and a silver crown in the bag.

Immediately, a girl came to Song Yi's side and exclaimed: "Is it the dress for the performance? Shen Yujing prepared it for you personally! Wow!"

Song Yi: "..."

She didn't seem to tell Shen Yujing that she was not going to perform the piano, so this outfit didn't seem to be useful.

But now Shen Yujing has left, and Song Yi didn't want to chase him and return it to him, so she carried the bag and walked to the backstage of the school.

Lounge.

Many students who have stage performances today have already arrived, changed into their performance clothes and started to put on makeup.

Song Yi's program was ranked later, so she was not in a hurry. She put the gift bag given by Shen Yujing aside and found a seat closer to the corner.

Soon, the news that Shen Yujing gave her a dress spread throughout the school through the forum.

Although Song Yi sat in the corner, she could still feel countless gazes and some whispers around her.

Song Yi sent a WeChat message to Shen Yujing.

[Song, you leave]: Don't give me things anymore in the future.

[Lone Wolf]: Don't you like it?

[Lone Wolf]: Fortunately, I prepared it! There is also a pink one and a blue one. I will ask the driver to deliver it now?

[Lone Wolf]: Song Yi? Song Yi?

[Song, you leave]: Others will be misunderstood if they see it.

[Lone Wolf]: What's the misunderstanding?

[Song, leave me]: There are too many girls who like you, and I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

[Lone Wolf]: Who they like is none of my business? Who dares to bully you?

Song Yi: "..."

It doesn't make sense, and it really doesn't make sense with Shen Yujing.

Suddenly, a girl came over and asked softly: "Is this Senior Song Yi? Someone is looking for you at the door."

On the other side.

Shen Yujing sat in the cafeteria and looked at the chat box and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he looked up at Quan Le across from him and asked, "If you give a gift to a girl and she's not happy, and she says there are too many girls who like you and she doesn't want to be misunderstood, what does that mean?"

Quan Le answered while playing games, "Are you stupid? She said you like too many girls, isn't that obviously jealous?"

Shen Yujing's Adam's apple moved slightly as he swallowed his saliva, and he asked with some stammering, "Really...really?"

Quan Le threw his phone and shouted excitedly, "Five kills! Five kills! Ah, I got a five kill!"

Quan Le was so excited that he almost jumped up, and then looked at Shen Yujing, "What did you just say?"

Shen Yujing: "...Nothing."

Backstage.

Song Yi walked to the door, waited for two full minutes but didn't wait for the so-called person who was looking for her, and then went back.

As soon as she returned, Song Yi discovered something was wrong.

A corner of the skirt was exposed from the bag on the table, and it was obvious that the skirt had been hastily put back.

Song Yi took it out and saw that, as expected, the originally beautiful white gauze skirt had become shattered.

So asking her to leave just now was just a diversion.

Song Yi lowered her eyes to look at the skirt, then turned around to look at the people around her and asked, "Has anyone come here and touched my things?"

The other girls avoided Song Yi's sight, or said "I don't know" or "I didn't notice."

Some of them really didn't notice, but some were too guilty to answer, and some were accomplices.

A girl with a high ponytail came over, looked at Song Yi's dress, and said, "The performance club has some dresses stored here. Although they may not fit well, at least they can be used for now."

Song Yi shook her head, "Thank you, no thanks."

Anyway, she was not going to wear the dress that Shen Yujing gave her. She was a little angry, but it didn't affect much.

Soon Murong Huan came, holding a huge box in her hand, opened it and placed it on the table in front of Song Yi. It was full of cosmetics.

Murong Huan urged Song Yi, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll do your makeup."

Song Yi: "No need, it's not very heavy anyway..."

Murong Huan pouted and looked at Song Yi, looking aggrieved, "I brought so many cosmetics on purpose, just to personally put on a perfect makeup for you."

Song Yi: "...Okay."

The principal finally finished his nonsense, and the students' arts performance officially began.

Shen Yujing and Quan Le were sitting in the front row, leaning against each other and yawning.

It's not that these people performed badly, it's mainly because they don't have eyes to appreciate beauty.

Quan Le said: "Won't they get dizzy from dancing and turning around?"

Shen Yujing said again: "Don't their throats hurt from such high notes?"

The two applauded perfunctorily, "It's amazing."

Then the two of them fell asleep together.

After waking up from a nap, Shen Yujing rubbed his eyes and asked, "When does the piano start?"

Quan Le looked at the sequence table in his hand, looked at the stage with sleepy eyes, and waited until the new program was performed to finally determine where it was, and then answered, "There are three more people to go, and it's Jiang Yiheng's turn."

Shen Yujing: "..."

Quan Le thought that he wanted to know about Jiang Yiheng?

Shen Yujing didn't ask Quan Le again, but took the performance list from him and looked at it.

There were three people performing the piano, and the order of appearance was Lu Qingqing, Song Yi, and Jiang Yiheng.

Because this performance was to give the audience the so-called "sense of surprise", only the list of performers and the order were made public, without the specific repertoire.

At this moment, Lu Qingqing had already appeared.

She was wearing a white gauze dress, sitting in front of the piano, smiling at the audience.

Shen Yujing poked Quan Le and suddenly asked, "What do you think of her dress?"

Quan Le asked in confusion, "It's okay, do you like it? Buy you one?"

Shen Yujing did not answer, because he thought of the dress he gave Song Yi, which was also a similar white gauze dress.

But he suddenly felt a little excited to see how Song Yi would look in that dress.

Soon, Lu Qingqing's performance ended.

When she was leaving the stage, she looked in the direction of the stage with a smile on her lips.

Her performance this time was very successful, and it could basically be described as perfect. Next, it would be Song Yi's turn.

Based on her investigation of Song Yi, she was born in such a family, and even if she could play the piano, she could only play it superficially, especially when compared with Jiang Yiheng, she would definitely look worse.

And... is it necessary for someone who doesn't even have a dress to go on stage?

Lu Qingqing thought so, but her smile froze on her face the next second.

The moment Song Yi stood on the stage, her presence itself attracted the attention of countless people.

Unlike what Lu Qingqing thought, she was not wearing a dress, but a light purple cheongsam.

This cheongsam seemed to be tailor-made for Song Yi, fitting tightly to her waistline, showing the soft beauty of the female body. The light purple color added a bit of luxury, but it was just right not to be too gaudy, just suitable for her age.

She also held a small shoulder bag on her wrist, which was decorated with a string of pearls, making her skin look as white as jade.

Someone in the audience exclaimed:

"It's so beautiful!!!"

Then the discussion began.

"Fuck, is that Song Yi? She is so beautiful!"

"Her figure and face are amazing, who is attracted to her sister? It's me!"

"Wow, she is so elegant, and she looks so good in cheongsam!"

"She is good at studying and beautiful. What other shortcomings does she have except that she is poor?"

"Anyway, it's love at first sight. I'm lost!"

...

Looking at Song Yi on the stage, Shen Yujing was distracted for a moment.

Suddenly he felt that it was a good thing that Song Yi did not wear the white gauze skirt he chose. Compared with the elegant look of Song Yi in cheongsam, this girlish white gauze skirt suddenly seemed a bit cliché.

Song Yi sat in front of the piano, and when everyone thought she was going to play, she suddenly turned around and signaled to the staff.

Then the students in the audience watched helplessly -

the staff held a erhu and went on stage.

The discussion started again -

"Ah? She's not going to play the piano?"

"What is that? Erhu?"

"I don't understand, but I'm shocked."

"Whatever, Song Yi is sitting there, let alone playing the Erhu, I'll watch her play the saw."

Quan Le looked at Shen Yujing and squeezed out a few words from his throat, "Haha... She's quite special."

Shen Yujing didn't say anything, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yi on the stage.

Shen Yujing didn't care much about what Song Yi performed, because it all sounded the same to him, and he couldn't understand it anyway.

At this moment, Song Yi took the Erhu in his hand, then opened his small bag, and magically took out a black hat and a pair of sunglasses from it.

Song Yi put on a hat and sunglasses, and looked at the audience seriously, "Hello everyone, I am Song Yi from Class A of Senior Grade 3. Today I will bring you a solo erhu performance -

"Erquan Yingyue"!"