He can only be yours (Edit)
In September, when the school starts, the gate of No. 1 Middle School is crowded with cars and people, causing severe congestion.
The private cars were stuck all the way to the opposite side and didn't move an inch for ten minutes.
Wen Jing rolled down the car window and looked expressionlessly at the group of people carrying luggage into the school.
"Isn't it said that it's difficult to get into No. 1 Middle School? Why are there new students everywhere?" Dad Wen Song's dissatisfied voice came from the driver's seat.
"With so many people in the city, there will always be someone who can pass the exam. If no one passes, how can the school still operate?" Lin, who was playing mahjong on his phone in the passenger seat, replied to him without raising his eyebrows.
"That depends on the scores. Our Jingjing exceeded the admission score of No. 1 Middle School by more than 30 points. These ordinary students outside can't compare."
Here we go again, Wen Jing rolled her eyes silently.
Lin Mei ignored him.
Wen Song said to himself: "It has to be the genes of our Wen family, none of them are bad!"
"What gene does the old Wen family have? The gene that caused him to drop out of fifth grade and get 45 points on the math test?" Wen Jing suddenly revealed his past.
Wen Song was shocked: "How did you know! When did you know?!"
Wen Jing tapped the edge of the car window with her fingers, her expression calm. "When I was in fifth grade, I accidentally saw your treasured diary in the safe at home, and..."
Wen Jing raised her eyes and glanced at her father. Sure enough, she saw his expression change. She curled her lips and said, "And that stack of out-of-print pornographic discs."
"Really?!" Lin Mei's eyes widened and she slapped Wen Song. "Old Wen, you have this good stuff and you don't want to share it with me?"
She rolled her eyes, "Jingjing was in fifth grade, and we were already in love then. Great! You cried tired in bed, and secretly watched movies under the bed!"
"Lin Mei, why are you mentioning this in front of the child?!"
Wen Song was embarrassed and looked at Wen Jing. Wen Jing remained calm and said, "I don't understand."
Wen Song choked, knowing she was pretending but still trying to remain calm: "Did you open it and take a look?"
He felt so embarrassed when he asked this question!
Wen Jing's narrow, dark eyes beneath her black-framed glasses revealed an innocent expression: "Dad, I was so young at the time, how could I understand these things?"
If you don’t know these things, you will know that it is an out-of-print disc. How can you remember it after so long?
Even though he thought so, Wen Song still maintained a superficial smile: "That's good, that's good. You're still young, so stay away from these things."
Wen Jing responded with a cute smile.
Of course, she wouldn't tell Wen Song that she not only watched it, but also secretly took it out from time to time to savor it.
Not only those CDs, but also dozens of gigabytes in the old computer at home.
Old Wen, this old pervert.
He even has the nerve to brag about the genes of the Wen family. The genes of the Wen family are lust.
At this moment, the door of a car in front was suddenly opened from the inside, and a pair of brand new white casual shoes came into Wen Jing's sight, followed by a pair of navy blue loose jeans with an extremely good shape and a minimalist black cotton T-shirt.
Further up, there was a smiling face, energetic and handsome. He got out of the car, propped up the door with one hand, and spoke to someone inside. His chiseled profile was perpetually smiling, and he looked in a good mood. The arm resting on the door was a healthy tan, but the veins were clearly visible.
Wen Jing took a deep breath, raised her hand to adjust the mirror frame, and opened the half-open car window.
The Wen family has a lustful gene, and she naturally inherited it.
The unexpectedness caused by the traffic jam disappeared for the most part. She supported her head and looked at the tall and handsome man in front of her with a smile. He looked thin when dressed and muscular when undressed.
Suddenly, a beautiful young girl got out of the car from the right side. She placed her fair hands on the boy's shoulders. She was wearing the same white cotton T-shirt, the same light blue loose jeans, and the same white sneakers...
Premature love?
The smile on Wen Jing's face disappeared. She quickly looked away and closed the car window. Just as the traffic lightened up, Dad Wen started the car.
When the car passed by the handsome man and beautiful woman, the boy seemed to turn his head, but Wen Jing had lost interest in him and her eyes were again cast towards the gate of No. 1 Middle School opposite.
As soon as they left, some conflicts arose among the handsome men and beautiful women behind them.
"I told you not to take this tacky woven bag. If you do it again next time, I won't give it to you."
The boy smiled and said, "You said the same thing last time."
"You've completely wasted the outfit I arranged for you. I even gave you my treasured large black T-shirt collection. Holding up a tattered bag ruins the atmosphere. You're already in high school, how come you don't care about your image at all? I wonder what you'll do if you find a girl you like in the future!"
"I'm here to study, not to find a partner. Besides, aren't you still single even though you're a sophomore?"
"Get out!"
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No. 1 Middle School is a boarding school. On the first day of school, freshmen mainly report to school, clean up their dormitories, and gather in the classroom for evening self-study.
In order to grab the Feng Shui treasure land for the next three years, Wen Jing went to the classroom early.
Unfortunately, she was not the only one who thought so. When she arrived at the classroom, most of the people were already sitting there, and there were not many seats left.
Wen Jing glanced casually and walked towards the back row on the left.
There was a girl sitting alone in the back row who was staring at her quietly. Wen Jing raised her eyes and met hers. She looked uneasy. Wen Jing smiled at her and walked to a separate seat in the last row and sat down.
The girl was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and finally turned around.
Not long after, another girl came over. Wen Jing raised the physics teaching materials in her hand to cover her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other girl stop in front of her desk and finally said to the girl in front of her:
"Hello, can I sit here?"
"Oh, sure, sure!" came the almost cheerful voice of the girl in the front row.
Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that no one would come to talk to her tonight, and it would be best if she was left alone at the table.
To be on the safe side, she decided to sleep on the table to avoid being looked for by others.
I wanted to pretend, but I didn't expect her to actually fall asleep like that.
There seemed to be a constant noisy sound in the classroom. Wen Jing heard someone calling her in her ear. She raised her head, but could not see the person's face clearly. She could only tell from the outline that it was a boy.
The scene changed, and the boy was standing in the crowd, shining particularly brightly among the people around him whose faces could not be seen clearly.
He looked at Wen Jing from a distance across the crowd, and Wen Jing looked away.
The next moment, the boy was suddenly face to face with her. Wen Jing stared at his shining outline and kept repeating in her heart: I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him.
The scene changed again, and the boy was standing with a person who looked like a girl. Wen Jing hid in the corner and threw the book in her hand heavily into the distance.
The scene changed again, and she was the only one left, standing in her room at home. The walls were covered with photos of boys. Her faces could not be seen clearly, but they all shone with golden light, as if they had a fatal attraction to Wen Jing.
Nearest her was a sketchpad with a boy's outline sketched on it. Wen Jing walked over, caressing the face she had sketched so many times, muttering in a suppressed voice: "Mine, only mine."
As soon as the words fell, the image began to distort. Before it completely disappeared, Wen Jing saw herself turning around and looking at her in the void, a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth: "Wen Jing, he can only be yours."
When everything shrank into a point, Wen Jing suddenly opened her eyes.
There was no longer any strange scene in front of her eyes. She was clearly in the classroom.
"Hello, classmate." A strange male voice came from the side. Wen Jing turned around suddenly and was so scared that she stuck to the wall.
"What's wrong? Do I look scary?" The handsome boy had a teasing smile on his face.
"Yes!" Wen Jing blurted out.
It matched. This face matched the boy in my dream whose face I could never see clearly. They were so similar that it was like a nightmare come true.
"Ah?" The boy's smiling face froze. "Classmate, you're not kidding, are you?"
It's not his fault. Wen Jing's expression was too serious, even a little panicked. Seeing him was like seeing a ghost.
Wen Jing closed her eyes and relaxed. This was just a dream, just a dream. It couldn't possibly happen! How could she be so obsessed with a boy?
How could the glowing outline in the dream be the face of premature love in front of me?
She opened her eyes and looked at the face she had just seen at the school gate. The features were all standard, but it was no longer as stunning as when she first saw it in the daytime.
In her opinion, premature love will greatly reduce one's appearance.
Before she could answer, the boy said, "Hello, I saw you were sleeping and didn't wake you up. Can I sit here?"
Wen Jing quickly scanned the entire class and found that it was almost full, but there were still two or three single seats.
She was not happy about it, but this place was not hers, so she said, "Whatever."
Disturbed by nightmares, she hallucinated the boy's face as the protagonist of the nightmare, and caught him in a premature love affair. It was difficult for her to maintain her original social attitude towards boys.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on the boy's face. After thinking about it, he was reluctant to give up the seat by the window, so he took the initiative to say: "My name is Chen Songyan, and we will be deskmates from now on."
"Wen Jing." She said briefly.
"Oh, your name suits you quite well." Chen Songyan smiled unnaturally, turned his head and stopped talking to her.
As a bell rang, their new head teacher and English teacher Ding Jie walked in. She had long curly hair, a capable look, and did things efficiently.
For example, the self-introduction session was cancelled and each of them was given a set of college entrance examination English papers instead.
"As everyone knows, the main task of high school is studying. So tonight, I specially brought you this year's college entrance examination English test paper so that you can adapt in advance."
"I'll give you all one night to write. Please hand it in immediately after you finish. I'll also use this opportunity to gauge your English proficiency so I can make adjustments to my teaching. I'll also use this exam results to select my English class representative."
As soon as these words were spoken, the class burst into wailing, and Wen Jing, who had always hated English, was struck by lightning.
"Due to time constraints, you don't need to do the listening and writing sections."
Wen Jing finished writing with difficulty and thought she was finally finished, but Ding Jie suddenly changed her mind and asked her classmates to exchange their work and quickly calculate the scores and submit them to her.
She frowned deeply. Is this going to end?
"Wen Jing, your paper?" Chen Songyan couldn't help but remind her when she saw she was hesitant to move, and quickly added, "Or maybe we can just correct our own papers."
Wen Jing didn't say anything, handed her own paper to him, and took his paper.
The English teacher began to read out the answers. Wen Jing looked at the other person's paper, in which he had only made four or five mistakes. She felt a little bit unbelievable. Had he really just been promoted to the first year of high school?
When the teacher collected the test papers, she couldn't help but ask him: "Have you studied high school English in advance?"
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to speak to him tonight. Chen Songyan was a little surprised. Thinking of her test paper, he hesitated and said, "No."
Is this the English proficiency of the key classes?
"How many points did I get?" Wen Jing asked him, hoping the gap wouldn't be too big.
"Well……"
From the tone of her voice, Wen Jing had already guessed how bad her writing was.
"Just tell me, I can handle it," she said. At worst, she'd just fail.
"46."
46, including the scores for listening and writing, it was still failing, but not by much.
But for Wen Jing, whose English foundation was already poor, this result was not too bad.
Seeing her lower her head in silence, Chen Songyan thought she was devastated. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "The college entrance examination paper was quite difficult. If you didn't study much during the holiday, this score is already quite good."
As soon as he finished speaking, the English teacher's voice rang out: "This set of college entrance examination English papers is one of the easiest in recent years. With the foundation of your key class, getting 60 points is no problem at all. There are more than a dozen students in our class who scored 80 points, which is a good percentage. There are a few who scored below 60 or even 50 points, so you'll need to put more effort into your English studies from now on."
Wen Jing lowered her head to look at her very rare score and fell silent.
This is quite difficult. It seems I will have to do English exercises in other classes again.
She was making plans for her future English studies here, while the person next to her was almost cooked.
When she turned around inadvertently, she was shocked to see the other person's liver-colored face.
Wen Jing asked him puzzledly: "What's wrong with you?"
Chen Songyan was startled and stuttered: "No, nothing, just a little hot."
After saying that, he raised his left hand and tilted his head to the other side. He didn't dare look at Wen Jing again the whole night, and thought to himself that he would never comfort others casually again.
When the head teacher said that a few people were needed to get the school uniforms and military training uniforms, Chen Songyan almost jumped up: "Teacher! Me! I'll go!"
Wen Jing frightened him. He turned around and smiled at her embarrassedly, then left as if escaping.
That night, Wen Jing had a dream.
In the dream, she was in a noisy environment. The faces of the people around her were blurry, and only the person in the center was clear.
The man was facing her sideways, with an extremely superior jawline and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling.
Suddenly, the man turned around, revealing a face with clear eyebrows and eyes, as delicate as a crown of jade, which was stunning and gentle at first glance even in the daytime.
"Chen Songyan!" Wen Jing saw herself approaching him, "Come out with me for a moment."
Soon, the noise disappeared, leaving only the sound of her and Chen Songyan walking.
They stopped in a corner and Chen Songyan stared at her with a bad look on his face.
She was completely unaware and continued to speak: "Chen Songyan, please, can I kiss you?"
Chen Songyan looked surprised, but Wen Jing kissed him regardless.
After about five seconds, she was pushed away by him.
"Are you crazy?" she heard him say angrily, and saw him wipe the corner of his mouth fiercely, "If you're crazy, stay away from me. Disgusting!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Early in the morning, Wen Jing was awakened by the ringing of the phone and stood there in a daze for a long time.
She is indeed crazy.
Having such a nightmare.
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