It was lunch break.

The atmosphere in the classroom was the same as usual, because the last words Quan Le said for the sake of dignity after being knocked down were -

"No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today!"

So not many people knew about this incident, and the forum was calm.

Song Yi was very satisfied with the way Quan Le handled it, and after returning to the classroom, she lay on the table to rest.

Half asleep and half awake, a hand knocked on Song Yi's desk, the voice was calm and indifferent, "Come out with me."

Song Yi raised her head in a daze, and saw that the person standing in front of her was Jiang Yiheng. Although she was a little reluctant, she rubbed her eyes and followed him.

At the corner of the corridor.

Jiang Yiheng stopped, turned around and looked down at her, and asked, "Did you hit Quan Le with a basketball?"

Song Yi felt a headache. Didn't they agree not to tell anyone about this? Why did Jiang Yiheng still know about it? Quan Le's words were really useless!

Song Yi asked, "May I ask which school rule I violated this time?"

Jiang Yiheng did not answer this question, but his eyes became more serious. He said, "Song Yi, if you want to stay in St. Sely until graduation, you should not mess with some people."

Song Yi looked up at Jiang Yiheng with amusement, "What do you mean by that? Just because I am an excellent student, I cannot resist when others bully me, so that you can be satisfied and get your permission to live, right?"

Song Yi certainly wanted to graduate safely from St. Sely and live well, but she definitely did not want to do so by swallowing her anger.

If people live in this world and are timid and compromise in the face of everything, then the act of living itself loses its meaning.

The moment he met the girl's eyes, the frankness and questioning in her eyes made Jiang Yiheng feel a little... guilty for a moment, and he instinctively wanted to avoid her.

Although he said this with good intentions, he couldn't refute every word Song Yi said. He didn't think so, but it seemed that he had done so.

Some concepts are so deeply rooted that they are like rotten leaves in the soil.

The boy, who has always been cold and arrogant, felt a little ashamed for his words for the first time, and he didn't even dare to look into Song Yi's clear eyes.

Until the preparatory bell rang, Song Yi lost her patience, turned around and walked directly into the classroom.

Jiang Yiheng stood there alone, silent for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend, and Song Yi felt very happy because she could finally have a good sleep.

However, this wish was soon dashed.

At nine o'clock on Saturday morning, when Song Yi was awakened by the phone, she was completely dazed.

Looking at Murong Huan's name displayed on the incoming call page, Song Yi hesitated for a few seconds and finally answered the call.

A cheerful voice rang over there, "I'm waiting for you at your door. I'll give you five minutes to come down immediately."

Song Yi sat up from the bed, opened the curtains and looked down. A dazzlingly expensive Maybach was parked downstairs of her house.

Song Yi fully expressed her mood at the moment with one word, "Ah?"

Murong Huan was instantly dissatisfied, "What? Don't be so slow, I've never waited for anyone."

After that, the phone was hung up directly.

Although she couldn't understand all this, Song Yi still got up from the bed, quickly washed and changed her clothes and went downstairs.

The sunlight was bright, even a little dazzling, and it felt warm on people.

At this moment, Murong Huan also opened the car door, stuck his head

out and waved at her, "Come here quickly!" Song Yi raised a hand to cover her forehead, walked to the front of the car, and asked in confusion: "Why are you here?"

Murong Huan said: "Tomorrow is Shen Yujing's birthday, what gift have you prepared for him?"

Song Yi was silent for a few seconds, and said sincerely: "Does a sincere blessing count?"

Murong Huan looked at her with an expression of regret, but finally said: "Forget it, get in the car."

The largest shopping mall in the capital, a paradise for shopping.

Song Yi asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"

Murong Huan took Song Yi's arm and dragged her inside, "Of course, we are going to buy a birthday present for Shen Yujing. You can choose carefully. Don't worry about the price when I'm here."

Song Yi: "No..."

Murong Huan: "You're welcome. "

Song Yi: "No..."

Murong Huan: "It's okay, no need to thank me, it's just a small amount of money."

Song Yi: "I..."

Murong Huan: "I'll pay, take whatever you want."

Song Yi: "..."

Can she say a word?

In the end, Song Yi followed Murong Huan to the luxury goods counter with a numb expression.

Murong Huan was obviously a frequent visitor here. When the saleswoman saw her, she immediately put down her things and enthusiastically brought tea and snacks.

Song Yi looked at Murong Huan with some embarrassment, "Actually, you don't have to give such an expensive gift."

Murong Huan looked at her and said seriously, "I've already inquired about it. There are several girls who like Shen Yujing on the list of guests for his birthday party. They are all your competitors! If your gift is too shabby, they will look down on you, and you will lose at the starting line. I have also arranged a dress for you, but because it is airlifted from abroad, it will not be delivered to your home until tonight."

Song Yi: "..."

Although she was very touched and grateful for Murong Huan's kindness, the problem was that she didn't like Shen Yujing at all.

At this moment, Murong Huan waved her hand again and asked the salesgirl to bring all the latest watches in the store.

Looking at the blinding diamonds on the watch and the long string of zeros behind the price list, Song Yi felt her hands trembling slightly.

What on earth is this... doing?

Finally, under Murong Huan's expectant eyes, Song Yi could only point to the cheapest watch, which of course was worth more than ten thousand.

Finally, when they said goodbye, Song Yi quietly put the watch in Murong Huan's pocket and got off the car with the empty bag.

Song Yi felt that Shen Yujing did not deserve to receive such an expensive thing, and she also thought of a gift that was more suitable for Shen Yujing.

He will definitely like it. He

has to like it even if he doesn't like it.

If you don't like it, forget it.

Five o'clock in the morning on Sunday, at the grocery store in the vegetable market.

Song Yi stood in front of the stall and asked expressionlessly: "Hello, how much is the biggest hammer here?"

Sunday afternoon, at the Shen family.

Shen Yujing's birthday party has not officially started yet, but most of the guests have arrived.

The protagonist of this party, Shen Yujing, sat at the desk, and in front of him were piled up gifts.

But these were not what he wanted.

Until the door was knocked again, Uncle Chen came in with a few bags, "Master, these are also sent by your classmates, all here."

Shen Yujing nodded, "Okay, you go out first."

As soon as Uncle Chen left, Shen Yujing sat at the table and began to open the gifts one by one.

The luxury brand suit was definitely not given by her.

The necklace, no.

The perfume, no.

The car key, definitely not.

...

I don't know how many gifts I opened, Shen Yujing felt tired, and finally opened a special gift.

The huge ordinary cardboard box and the mismatched luxury bag on the outside looked a bit crowded, obviously not original.

Shen Yujing's intuition told him that this should be the one.

He piled the gifts that had been opened randomly aside, and cleared a space on the table to place this gift.

The bag of luxury goods was thrown aside, and the paper box was placed on the table. Shen Yujing opened it carefully, and what caught his eye was -

a big iron hammer.

It was a circle bigger than the last one.

It was obvious that it was given by Song Yi.

The corners of Shen Yujing's lips rose slightly, and he picked up this ordinary iron hammer and admired it carefully.

Look, this wooden hammer handle, the hammer head is a little rusty, it looks like it is no more than fifty yuan.

It doesn't matter, it's not important, what's important is that he and Song Yi have a tacit understanding.

Shen Yujing opened the first drawer on his left hand side and took out an exquisite pink gift box from it.

Inside the box, there was a beautiful necklace, but it was not an ordinary necklace.

A closer look revealed that the pendant was made of a hammer body made of pink crystal, and the hammer head was made of diamonds. It might not look exquisite, but it was very expensive.

Shen Yujing thought -

they must be the first couple in the world to use a hammer as a token of love.