Chapter 37
It's not about whether I want to or not, but how he thinks.
If this life belongs to Lu Xun, then he is naturally qualified to decide what kind of life he should live, instead of her forcing him to make a decision.
Jiang Qiao had a dream.
The dream was filled with the scent of osmanthus flowers. Lu Xun stood under the dim street lights in the old alley. He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow.
He opened his mouth, but Jiang Qiao didn't hear what he said clearly. He couldn't help but move closer, and was caught off guard by a pair of frosty eyes.
After hearing what Lu Xun said, he said, "Jiang Qiao, what gives you the right?"
Just like a sentence that struck deep into his heart in a midnight dream, Jiang Qiao woke up suddenly and knocked over the small lamp on the bedside table, making a loud noise.
Lu Xun, who had just come back from buying food, walked in quickly, ignoring the light on the floor, and half-knelt in front of the bed: "Jiang Qiao?"
When Jiang Qiao heard his voice, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. Like a drowning person, he threw himself into his arms, trembling.
Lu Xun was stunned for a moment, then hugged her tighter and asked in a softer voice, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Jiang Qiao nuzzled into his arms, nodded, and shook her head. After a while, she came back to her senses and said in a muffled voice, "If... I mean, if my existence makes you less powerful, will you hate me?"
The silence lasted too long, so long that Jiang Qiao felt half-hearted.
Lu Xun suddenly chuckled and asked, "Do you think I'm awesome?"
Jiang Qiao lowered his head, feeling too embarrassed to speak.
Lu Xun held her chin with his dry and warm fingers, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes. Lu Xun gently kissed the corner of her lips and sighed: "Jiang Xiaoqiao, I have never been great."
He just had to make himself look powerful in order to survive.
Jiang Qiao's eyes were red. She looked at the dark circles under Lu Xun's eyes and his increasingly sharp and thin features. After a while, she slowly pushed Lu Xun away.
In Lu Xun's puzzled eyes, she smiled and deliberately asked, "What did you call me just now?"
Lu Xun said nothing.
"Jiang Xiaoqiao?" Jiang Qiao wrinkled his nose: "What a weird name..."
"Then what do you like me to call you?" Lu Xun asked.
Jiang Qiao's eyes lit up: "Qiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao, Qiao Er, all are fine."
Lu Xun was silent for two seconds, then said mercilessly, "No."
"Why!"
“…No reason, it just won’t work.” Lu Xun refused to say anything.
Jiang Qiao was so angry that he kept humming. He asked him what kind of fillings the buns had. He was picky and said he would not eat those with celery or leeks.
Lu Xun was talking about pumpkin meat. Jiang Qiao failed to find trouble, so he ran to brush his teeth and ignored someone.
Lu Xun looked at her brisk back, with a smile on his lips.
Jiang Xiaoqiao...
His own Jiang Xiaoqiao, one-of-a-kind.
As the sprint class for the two universities, Class A has always had an unprecedentedly strong learning atmosphere. Only at the beginning did there arise some discussion about Jiang Qiao returning to Class A.
Then I plunged into intensive study.
This made Jiang Qiao feel a lot more relaxed. At least he didn't have to worry about being a psychopath with nothing to do like Wang Tang.
In fact, 166 omitted one of the conditions for Jiang Qiao to come back.
There is a world-class physics competition, which is not very helpful for extra points in the college entrance examination. It is mainly used by top foreign universities to make exceptions for admitting students.
Lu Xun had no interest in studying abroad, so he politely rejected the school leaders' advice.
This time, in order to get Jiang Qiao back to Class A, he had to sign up and represent the school in this competition.
In addition to him, there were two other classmates who were top students in physics, and their physics scores in the last exam were only a few points lower than his.
As the competition date approached, the school prepared extra training for the three of them, and Lu Xun had to leave school an hour later.
That day, Lu Xun sorted out Jiang Qiao's wrong questions and asked her to go home and do them again. She was not allowed to be lazy or search online.
Jiang Qiao, who thought he could relax for a few days, sighed and looked listless, but he didn't dare to disobey: "I know......"
Others have dad-type boyfriends, teenager-type boyfriends, but I have a college entrance examination robot boyfriend…
On the way back, Jiang Qiao felt very uncomfortable without Lu Xun's company. He kicked the stones on the road intermittently.
When I turned the corner, a pair of white limited edition sneakers suddenly appeared in front of me.
Jiang Qiao looked over and saw that the person had a familiar face. She frowned.
"Long time no see." Peng Yang spoke first, looking her up and down without any concealment, licking his lips, and said with a smile: "Qiao'er, it took me a long time to find you."
Before Jiang Qiao could say anything, several of his younger brothers behind him laughed out loud and echoed, "That's right, Miss Jiang Qiao, you don't know that our Brother Peng has been looking for you like crazy."
"Why didn't you come to Brother Peng when something happened at home? It's so unfair for Miss Jiang to live in a place like this..."
"It's still early, let's go play together." Someone was about to hold Jiang Qiao's waist, but Peng Yang stood aside and watched, waiting for the girl to come over and ask for help.
Jiang Qiao dodged the pair of salty hands with a cold face: "Sorry, I'm busy."
She reached into her down jacket calmly and held the cold cell phone.
Before she could dial the number, Peng Yang quickly snatched her phone and held it high.
"Give it back to me!" Jiang Qiao was so angry that she reached out to grab it.
Peng Yang teased him like a kitten: "No."
He obviously came with bad intentions.
Jiang Qiao panted and looked at him coldly: "Peng Yang, what do you want?"
"Why are you really angry?" Peng Yang was flustered for a moment, then he thought of something and quickly calmed down.
Things are different now. As long as Jiang Qiao is not stupid, he will know what to choose.
He coughed twice, and in Jiang Qiao's obviously impatient eyes, he said without beating around the bush: "Qiao'er, be my girlfriend."
Jiang Qiao didn't even think about it: "No."
Peng Yang made an unhappy "tsk" sound. He moved closer and coaxed her, "I have money. If you follow me, you will still be Miss Jiang. You can buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want, and play whatever you want."
After saying that, he looked at Jiang Qiao expectantly. Jiang Qiao stared into his eyes and smiled. In his surprised eyes, Jiang Qiao said coldly: "Psycho."
Peng Yang: “……………………”
Peng Yang really liked her a little bit, so he just looked a little embarrassed when he heard this, and didn't attack Jiang Qiao.
He said, "Qiao'er, please think about it again. I really like you."
Jiang Qiao pretended not to hear him and walked around him.
Peng Yang narrowed his eyes, blocked her view, and said casually: "I recognized the wrong person last time. The man's name was Zhou Yue, not your boyfriend. But you can't blame me for recognizing the wrong person."
Jiang Qiao paused.
Peng Yang's tone was full of superiority: "After all, who would have thought that the eldest daughter of the Jiang family would choose a bartender as her boyfriend?"
To be honest, this isn't really a torture, it probably isn't...
(End of this chapter)
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