Chapter 243 I Bullied Him... (2)

Jiang Rou was suddenly surprised.

...bullying?

ah?

...bullying!

Who bullied whom?

Did Song Qingqian bully He Donglai?

With Song Qingqian's small body, how could she possibly bully a soldier like He Donglai?

Are the identities and positions of these two people wrong?

If anyone is to be bullied, it should be He Donglai who bullies Song Qingqian, right?

"You...bullied...Captain He?"

Jiang Rou asked cautiously and with a lot of doubt.

Song Qingqian was being stared at by Jiang Rou, and a look of guilt and regret flashed across her beautiful face.

She nodded and spoke seriously.

"To say it's bullying is an understatement. It's actually bullying."

"I was young at that time and had a bad temper. Because of the power in my family, many people flattered me..."

"I was not likable at that time. I did a lot of wrong things, including to him..."

[I like you. I have liked you for many years...]

He Donglai's hoarse words were still lingering in Song Qingqian's mind.

But to Song Qingqian, she was so proud and arrogant, and had no advantages at all. How could she be worthy of He Donglai's love for her?

This is also why Song Qingqian was so shocked by He Donglai's confession that she couldn't believe it at all.

Jiang Rou pondered Song Qingqian's words carefully.

She suddenly realized a very serious problem.

"Wait! Qingqian, you mean... you and Captain He knew each other a long time ago? You met each other? And something happened between you and them?"

"Don't you know?"

"I... Of course I don't know!"

Jiang Rou was shocked!

Although she said she had read the original novel, most of the novel was about the daily life of Song Qingqian and He Donglai in the army after their marriage, as well as their unhappy marriage.

There was no mention of the past or future of these two people.

After she traveled through time, she vaguely realized that things between these two people were not simple and there must be something behind it.

But no matter how creative Jiang Rou was, she never imagined that there was a hidden story between the two of them.

What a magical Easter egg this is!

Could it be that in addition to the tag of falling in love after marriage, their CP also has the element of "childhood sweethearts"?

Jiang Rou's eyes sparkled.

The night was cold and the sound of rain never stopped.

The temperature in the small room is not high.

Jiang Rou pulled the quilt and squeezed together with Song Qingqian, the two of them were close to each other.

She asked gently, "Qingqian, how did you get to know Captain He? Tell me about it."

Song Qingqian said softly, "There's nothing I can't tell you. I wanted to tell you..."

…

Seven years ago, Shanghai.

A senior high school.

"Hey, have you heard? There's a transfer student in our school, and he's not from Shanghai. He's from a remote village."

"What the hell? A nobody wants to come to our school? Is the principal crazy? Isn't he afraid of being embarrassed if he tells others about it?"

"I heard that he got full marks on all the papers in the entrance test, and he was able to enter our school because of a recommendation. The principal likes him very much and is waiting for him to honor us. He must be a genius with a high IQ."

"Tsk, so what if he's a genius? There are many geniuses who are too poor to afford food. Poor people all have a smell of poverty and sourness, which is really bad. Anyway, remember this, you are not allowed to play with him! Otherwise, don't hang out with us."

"Here he comes! Here he comes! Look, it's that man..."

Following the shouting, many people leaned over to the windows and looked out.

From a distance I saw the figure of a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He was thin, tall, and wearing a black jacket that looked ill-fitting, walking beside the teacher.

"Hey - look, he doesn't even have leather shoes, he's still wearing cloth shoes."

"Tsk, tsk, his pants are all torn..."

"Is he coming to our class? I don't want to sit next to him. If he dares to sit, I will definitely kick him out."

They are all young ladies and gentlemen with the best family backgrounds in Shanghai, and have their own social circles.

Now there is an outsider in this circle, and he has suddenly become the target of their exclusion.

Even this person hasn't said a word yet.

Just one's origin is enough for them to despise him.

Amid the noise, someone was still talking.

"I think his name is He... He... He Donglai! Yes! It's called He Donglai! That's right!"

"What a tacky name... My driver's name is Lai Wang Lai Cai, which is just as tacky..."

"Qingqian, Qingqian? Why are you still reading? Come and take a look. This is the man. Don't let him touch your things. He might steal your things because he is greedy for money."

With the help of his classmates, Song Qingqian was pushed to the window.

It was a sunny noon.

Song Qingqian narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down, and saw the figure of a tall and thin young man.

She glanced at him and withdrew his gaze coldly.

"knew."

Song Qingqian just responded with this sentence.

The classmates around him have long been accustomed to Song Qingqian's arrogant personality.

Who made her grandfather a big shot in Shanghai, the kind that could make people tremble with fear just by stomping his feet?

So no matter how cold and distant Song Qingqian is, there are still classmates willing to curry favor with her.

…

That was the first meeting between Song Qingqian and He Donglai.

Song Qingqian couldn't even see what he looked like.

Seventeen is the most rebellious period of adolescence.

Song Qingqian was fed up with the flattery of people around her, the repetitive life day after day, and she also found school boring.

The noise and happiness of the people around her have nothing to do with her.

Suddenly there was a transfer student who didn't fit in in the class, and the other students ganged up on him to bully him. Song Qingqian just knew about it and never cared.

This society is one where the strong prey on the weak, isn't it?

One day at noon.

A group of students gathered together, looking down at the young man sitting in the seat.

"Come on! Let's see what the genius student eats for lunch. Is it steamed buns or wo wo buns?"

"Hey! Isn't it nice today? Do you have steamed buns? Why didn't you bring any pickled vegetables? Your sour, smelly, and stinky pickled vegetables smell like the smell of a toilet?"

"Oh my god! It's so hard! Is this steamed bread or a stone? Is there any steamed bread that hard? My dog ​​won't eat it even if I give it to him."

“Why is the steamed bun hard?”

The people gathered together, holding a hard steamed bun and throwing it back and forth like a softball.

The boy sitting in the middle seat had an opened lunch box in front of him and a sullen, thin face.

He didn't pay attention to the people around him who were mocking and ridiculing him, but was looking at the steamed bun that was being tossed back and forth.

"Give me back my steamed bun."