Song Qingcong
A handsome boy named Song Qingcong transferred to Class 2 of Grade 9. It was said that he was a troublemaker and always got into fights with others, but he had a handsome face and many girls in the school liked him.
Wen Jing didn't care much at first. First of all, the third year of junior high school was the year for promotion, and she shouldn't be affected by these trivial matters. Secondly, she really didn't like gangsters, no matter how handsome they were.
Until one day, everyone in the family was busy and no one came to pick her up.
On the way home, she met some tough thugs who asked her for money.
Wen Jing gave away all the money she had without saying a word.
Song Qingcong suddenly descended from the sky with a group of people, knocked down those hooligans in two moves, and told them not to bully people from their school.
When he turned around and handed the money to Wen Jing, Wen Jing felt that his whole face was glowing.
At that time, Song Qingcong's face had a little dirt on it from somewhere, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were smiling, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked carefree.
"You're really rich, sister! You give it to people whenever they ask for it, and you give so much?"
Wen Jing was staring at his face, fascinated, and asked him without thinking: "Do you want it? I'll give it to you."
The boy's peach blossom eyes, which looked at everyone affectionately, widened slightly and he laughed out loud: "No, do you think I'm the same as those people? I don't bully the weak, okay? Besides, I'm not short of money, so I don't care about your money."
Brother, this is so greasy.
But the face can be degreased, Wen Jing thought.
After helping her, Song Qingcong left with a group of people.
At that moment, Wen Jing immediately felt the charm of the handsome gangster.
It's a type I've never been close to before, very interesting.
After that, she hung around Song Qingcong from time to time.
Either he would appear outside their class or on his way home.
One day, she was following Song Qingcong as usual, and the person who had ignored him suddenly spoke to her.
"Why are you following me every day, sister? Are you secretly in love with me?"
Wen Jing stared at him: "If you think so, then so be it."
Song Qingcong was stunned by the unexpected answer and laughed out loud.
Wen Jing thought his smile was quite nice and didn't want to end the conversation like that, so she said to him:
"I heard that your grades are terrible. I wanted to challenge you and see if I could improve your grades."
Song Qingcong was stunned again, and after a while, he smiled again: "You are really interesting, sister."
"Don't call me sister, I should be older than you." Wen Jing said.
"Okay, then call me sister." Song Qingcong changed it very quickly, "Sister, then you can think of a way to help me improve my grades!"
So, they began to have real interactions.
Wen Jing was not just talking, she really helped Song Qingcong with his homework, helping him move from the bottom to the middle.
She appreciates handsome guys and never votes for nothing.
However, she had a problem. She would get tired of handsome guys after a while, so by the next semester, she was not very interested in Song Qingcong.
In the past, she would often look for Song Qingcong, but now if Song Qingcong doesn't come to see her, she won't look for him.
Song Qingcong didn't show any abnormality and came to see her from time to time.
The problem occurred a few days before the high school entrance examination. After Wen Jing finished her last class, Song Qingcong came to her and said he would take her somewhere.
Wen Jing hesitated and followed him out of the school gate. Song Qingcong got on a modified black electric scooter parked at the school gate and asked her to get on.
"Let's go, I'll take you for a ride." Song Qingcong said.
Wen Jing didn't want to.
But thinking that the high school entrance exam is coming soon, I'd better not make any trouble and just take a walk around and go home.
She sat on it, and Song Qingcong asked her to hold on. She loosely put her arms around Song Qingcong's waist and only grabbed his thin short T-shirt.
Song Qingcong suddenly started the car and set off with a grunt.
Wen Jing was so scared that she stuck to him, her hands increasing in strength and she was hugging him tightly.
She suspected that Song Qingcong did it on purpose.
Facts have proved that Song Qingcong did it on purpose.
The vehicle stopped in a deserted square. There was no one around except a group of ghost-fire teenagers who were mumbling.
Wen Jing looked at the group of teenagers with colorful hair, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on her face.
"Woohoo! Brother Cong, sister-in-law!" She heard a yellow-haired man shouting loudly and her eyes widened immediately.
Song Qingcong spat at him: "Don't shout yet, your sister-in-law hasn't agreed yet!"
Wen Jing: “…”
She suddenly wanted to escape.
"Are everything ready?" Song Qingcong shouted again.
"Ready!" a group of will-o'-the-wisp teenagers shouted.
Following Song Qingcong's order, Wen Jing saw a large curtain being lifted not far away. Inside were roses arranged in a heart shape, and many pink balloons were floating beside it, forming the shape of 520.
She was horrified.
"Wen Jing!" Song Qingcong ran into the roses. "You were the one who took the initiative before. Now, it's my turn! You've been studying so hard lately. The high school entrance exam is coming up soon, and I know you're under a lot of pressure. So, I chose to do it before the exam just to give you a surprise and give you more motivation for the exam!"
Oh my god, this is even more stressful! Please don't say it, please!
"I want to tell you that I love you! Be my girlfriend!"
Mother!
Wen Jing shouted in her heart.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, what’s the point of having sex?
It’s really greasy!
A group of teenagers whistled, and some rode on will-o'-the-wisp and circled around them, making a humming sound.
"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"
At that moment, Wen Jing felt her head itchy and she was about to grow a sea urchin head and side bangs.
She forced herself to remain calm and called Song Qingcong's name, and Song Qingcong ran over.
Wen Jing smiled with difficulty: "It's too sudden, I'm a little shy." She said, "Can you take me home first? I want to tell you alone."
Song Qingcong didn't doubt him and said to his younger brothers: "Your sister-in-law is shy and wants to talk to me alone. I will send her back first."
Then they left amid a chorus of whistles.
That day, Wen Jing did not reply to Song Qingcong in the end. She said she would reply to him after the high school entrance examination.
Song Qingcong agreed.
On the day after the high school entrance examination, Wen Jing found Song Qingcong with a prepared speech.
"I've thought about it, and I still feel that we're not a good match. I'm going to study at No. 1 Middle School, and your grades aren't good enough for that. It's a closed school, so we can't see each other. I can't accept a long-distance relationship, so I can't agree to you."
The smile on Song Qingshu's face froze: "You are not kidding, are you?"
Wen Jing was a little scared when she saw him like that. If she had known this earlier, she would not have provoked such a gangster.
She nodded.
"Wen Jing, although No. 1 Middle School is on the outskirts of the city, it is also in Guangzhou City and can be reached by taking a bus," said Song Qingcong.
"I can't accept it anyway." Wen Jing gave up.
The thought of him confessing his feelings made her want to run away on a rocket.
Not to mention that she would never fall in love prematurely, even if she did, it would not be with Song Qingcong.
"Are you unable to accept a long-distance relationship, or are you unable to accept me?" Song Qingcong asked her.
Wen Jing didn't dare look at him and didn't say anything.
"Okay, you're so cruel." After leaving this sentence, Song Qingcong left.
Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little uneasy. She had a hunch that Song Qingcong was not so easy to deal with.
On the day when the high school entrance examination results were announced, Wen Jing steadily exceeded the admission score of No. 1 Middle School by more than 30 points and was admitted to the key class of No. 1 Middle School.
When she returned home, she met Song Qingcong and his father.
I never expected that Song Qingcong's father and Lao Wen were actually elementary school classmates, and they had a very bad relationship.
Old Wen seemed furious, his face red and his neck thick: "Your son didn't work hard enough to get into No. 1 Middle School, what does it have to do with my Jingjing?"
"What? Just because I'm not good at studying doesn't mean my daughter is not good at studying! Your son is the vixen!"
"Do you think my Jingjing would be interested in a bastard like your son? My Jingjing has always been surrounded by handsome guys since she was a child. What does your son mean to her?"
"What kind of trouble is this? These little boys are so mean. My Jingjing was just standing there, and they all came forward eagerly. In the end, they blame my Jingjing!"
"Without my Jingjing, your son wouldn't even get this score, and you still have the nerve to blame me!"
Song Qingcong's father pointed at Old Wen and said "you, you, you", obviously they had never quarreled. Finally, Song Qingcong couldn't stand it anymore and pulled the man away, and ran into Wen Jing outside the door.
Song Qingcong pushed his father into the car and asked the driver to take him home. Then he turned around and looked at Wen Jing:
"So, what your father said is true?"
What else did Lao Wen say?
Wen Jing thought about it and decided that this was the best time to break off contact: "Yes."
Song Qingcong frowned: "So I am just a passer-by in your life?"
Wen Jing nodded.
This is the truth.
"Okay, okay. You're great, you're really great!"
Those were the last words Song Qingcong said to her before high school.
But Wen Jing didn't expect that Song Qingcong actually repeated his senior year and was admitted to No. 1 Middle School.
"Xu Zihao from kindergarten, Zhao Wen from first grade, Sun Jun from second grade, Ma Yuxuan from third grade, Zhang Haochen from fourth grade... Liu Zitong and Tang Jingran from eighth grade, and me from ninth grade. Wen Jing, you have a lot of romantic opportunities! And they are all of high quality." Song Qingcong, who was wearing a military training uniform, counted on his fingers and said to her with a half-smile.
Wen Jing was stunned. Could it be that this person had investigated her past thoroughly?
Some of the names she simply couldn't remember.
Besides, what kind of peach blossoms are there in kindergarten or elementary school?
The most she would do is treat the pretty boy to some ice cream and spicy snacks.
Children in primary school and kindergarten are the easiest to coax.
When they reached junior high school, each one was more difficult to deal with than the other, especially Song Qingcong.
She remembered the last time she and Chen Songyan accidentally overheard the conversation between Song Qingcong and his younger brothers on the street, and her heart tightened. Could this guy really be here to beat her up?
Suddenly, a whistle sounded, and it was time to assemble for military training.
Song Qingcong didn't even glance at her, staring at her: "Wen Jing, you've harmed so many people, you should get some retribution, right? I am your retribution."
Wen Jing's heart trembled.
Another whistle was heard, and Song Qingcong left behind a few words, "I have plenty of time to settle the score with you," and returned to the team.
It's over. If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet.
But she didn't do anything to him?
How could there be such a petty person? She even helped him improve his grades!
It’s all because I was too young in junior high school and was a bit careless and flirted with her, which led to trouble.
Wen Jing just regretted it, very much regretted it.
She turned around and left in a hurry, and suddenly bumped into someone.
She looked up and saw Chen Songyan, followed by Zhou Meng.
Seeing him, Wen Jing felt happier, but then suddenly became a little unhappy. She frowned and asked him, "Chen Songyan, why are you here?"
"We came here to see the beauties. I heard there are a lot of beauties in the first grade of high school." Zhou Meng said from the side.
Chen Songyan glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhou Meng glanced at him and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"
Chen Songyan choked. He actually saw Wen Jing walking towards this side alone, and followed her unconsciously, but he couldn't find Wen Jing.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Jing just thought he agreed and felt very angry.
"This is normal! Every man likes to see it!" Wen Jing replied with a forced smile and raised her foot to leave.
Chen Songyan was stunned in place, but saw Wen Jing turned around and glanced at him:
"You're not leaving yet, haven't you seen enough?"
Chen Songyan looked embarrassed and really followed her.
Zhou Meng was dumbfounded: "Tsk, if you don't look, I will!"
Song Qingcong, who happened to turn here, saw a boy walking side by side with Wen Jing, who looked quite impressive, and sneered.
He never changes his bad habits.
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