Spider Sense
"In this physical education class, boys and girls will officially be together. Please find your partners, boys on the left and girls on the right, and stand in order."
Following the physical education teacher's order, both boys and girls became a little restrained.
Wen Jing was in a daze when she suddenly heard someone calling her.
"Wen Jing, Wen Jing! I'm here!" Zhou Meng waved at her from the back row.
She looked up and saw Chen Songyan behind him first. Her face suddenly lit up and she walked over.
It turns out that there is this benefit to dancing with Chen Songyan’s good brother.
Seeing her happy expression, Zhou Meng glanced at Chen Songyan, who frowned.
Zhou Meng smiled brightly at Wen Jing. Wen Jing looked at him only after she came closer and smiled back politely.
"Okay, everyone, take your positions, put your hands flat, and put your hands together!"
Zhou Meng immediately raised his hand and waved it towards Wen Jing.
Wen Jing frowned and raised her hand. The moment she touched it, she subconsciously glanced at Chen Songyan, and saw him quickly look away and raise his hand towards Chen Meng opposite him with a faint emotion.
Chen Meng's expression was also very cold. He mechanically extended his hand to touch it, with a kind of weariness that came from having to complete a task.
Forget about Chen Meng, but why does Chen Songyan also look so reluctant?
I don’t know when the physical education teacher gave a new order. Zhou Meng shook the hands of the two people again. Wen Jing looked at him, and he was smiling so hard that his teeth were showing.
“…”
"Oh, you dance pretty well!" A sarcastic voice sounded. Wen Jing raised her eyes and saw Song Qingcong's haunting face. She immediately turned away and didn't look at him. But she saw Chen Meng next to her let go of Chen Songyan's hand, her face showing a little warmth, and called Song Qingcong's name.
Song Qingcong raised his hand and waved at her, then looked at Wen Jing. "Actually, I'm quite confused. There are obviously more handsome candidates in the class, why did you dance with him?" He glanced at Chen Songyan, then at Zhou Meng. "Is it because you're tired of it? Can't even compare to this...?"
"It's none of your business!" Wen Jing said angrily.
"That's right!" Zhou Meng was about to get furious at his gaze. "You really deserve a beating, you know that?"
"Oh? You want to fight?" Song Qingcong moved closer to him and twisted his arms and neck. "It's been a long time since I last fought with anyone. My hands are itching."
Song Qingcong had been a gangster since he was little, having been in countless fights. He had a certain ruffian air about him, and his actions were quite intimidating. Zhou Meng swallowed hard and said, "Only elementary school students talk with their fists!"
Song Qingcong was about to get closer, but Chen Songyan held his shoulder and said, "That's enough. Stop looking for trouble."
Song Qingcong glanced at the hand pressing on his shoulder, surprise flashing in his eyes, and then he said excitedly: "Let's have a fight! Apart from myself, I haven't met anyone as strong as this!"
"Song Qingcong, are you done yet?" Wen Jing tugged at his arm. "You don't think this is cool, do you? Who would like someone like you who only thinks about fighting?!"
"I like it." Chen Meng said on the side.
Wen Jing: “…”
"Chen Meng, you don't have to speak." she said.
"Let him go." Chen Meng said.
Wen Jing glanced at her hand and quickly let go.
Oh, this guy is really...
Song Qingcong, who was originally irritated by Wen Jing's words, was somewhat helpless by Chen Meng's words: "Chen Meng, could you please not say that so casually?"
"No, it's not casual." Chen Meng said, "I said I like you, it's never casual."
"you……"
A rare look of frustration appeared on Song Qingcong's face. Wen Jing looked at it and actually found it a little funny.
Inexplicably, she felt that Chen Meng could control Song Qingcong.
"Student over there! What are you doing?" The physical education teacher came over, and Song Qingcong had to give up and left with a sullen face.
"Wow, this guy, if Chen Songyan hadn't pulled me back, I would have beaten him up!" Zhou Meng said hurriedly as he saw him walking away.
"I didn't pull you." Chen Songyan exposed him.
Zhou Meng: "..."
"If you beat him, I will beat you." Chen Meng next to him said with a cold face.
Zhou Mengren was stunned. He looked at Chen Songyan, but Chen Songyan was not interested and didn't even look at him.
He looked at Wen Jing again, and Wen Jing shrugged at him.
"Wow~" he sighed and didn't continue the conversation.
In the afternoon, during basketball time, Zhou Meng and Chen Songyan sat aside drinking water. Suddenly, Zhou Meng asked him, "This Song Qingcong is really endless. Why does he always say that Wen Jing is tired of you?"
Chen Songyan paused with his hand holding up the water glass and did not answer.
"Tell me, is it true that Wen Jing switched seats with you for this reason?"
"Zhou Meng, you talk a lot today."
"Oh, that's enough. You're like this every time we talk about a topic you don't like!" He finished drinking the water and stood up.
Chen Songyan swallowed a mouthful of water and pursed his lips. Suddenly, he looked up to the right at the art building, which was separated by several courts and a gymnasium.
"Oh my god!" Wen Jing was shocked when she saw Chen Songyan suddenly looking at her through the telescope, and she suddenly took the telescope away.
After looking at the small figure on the basketball court in the distance, Wen Jing felt relieved. He couldn't see her clearly.
But why did this person suddenly look over here?
Is this the legendary spider sense?
He actually has this ability?
Wen Jing slowed down her disordered heartbeat before raising the telescope again. Seeing that the person in the mirror had returned to basketball, she felt completely relieved.
"Wen Jing, what are you looking at?"
"F*ck!" Wen Jing cursed out loud, and when she turned around, her eyes went dark.
"So you can curse!" Song Qingcong looked at her leisurely.
"Are you a ghost? You're haunting me!" Wen Jing almost suspected that this person had installed a tracking device on her.
"I beg you to understand that I come here every day."
"What are you doing here? Fighting?" Wen Jing stared at him suspiciously.
Song Qingcong pursed his lips and grabbed her arm: "Come with me!"
He was so strong that Wen Jing couldn't let go at all: "What are you doing? Let me go!"
Song Qingcong didn't care, dragged her into a classroom, and then shook off her hand.
Wen Jing rubbed her red arm and called him a psycho.
But the man kept walking forward and sat in front of a piano by the window.
The piano room in the Art Building is open to students. There are two pianos in it, and students can play them at will.
Wen Jing has no artistic talent in this area and has never visited the place.
"I'll let you see if all I know is fighting." Song Qingcong said.
"I won't look at it." Wen Jing turned around and was about to leave.
Song Qingcong stopped her and said, "Listen to me play this song, and I promise not to come to you for a week."
Wen Jing turned around and said, "Then keep your word."
Song Qingcong stared at her, his face dark and horrible, and smiled slightly: "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he moved his fingers lightly, and a light and pleasant melody jumped out from under his fingers.
Wen Jing was slightly surprised that this person could actually play the piano.
However, as his fingers moved faster and faster, the light melody gradually became a little heavy.
Wen Jing was unknowingly mesmerized by the listening.
When the song ended, she asked him, "What song is this?"
"A Farewell Letter." Song Qingcong said.
"Oh - you want to say goodbye to me." Wen Jing smiled.
Song Qingcong laughed angrily: "Listen to one more song, and I'll give you another week without me coming to your door."
Wen Jing looked at him and said, "Then I might as well not leave this afternoon and listen to you finish playing the whole two years' worth of music."
"Wen Jing!" Song Qingcong was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. "You don't like me now?"
Wen Jing said nothing and agreed.
Song Qingcong sneered: "After listening to the last song, get out!"
Wen Jing snorted: "Remember to keep your word!"
Then, Wen Jing stood and listened to him play for ten minutes, and this inexplicable song had not yet ended!
Wen Jing realized she had been tricked and rushed forward in anger: "Song Qingcong!"
"Why are you suddenly in the art building? Are you such a refined person?"
"Shut up!" Chen Songyan said to Zhou Meng, "Why do you have to follow me?"
"Isn't that because I'm afraid you'll be upset?"
"Are you sick?" Chen Songyan glared at him.
"No! Haven't you heard? They say there's an evil spirit in our school's art building. Coming here alone can easily lead to depression."
"What a mess." Chen Songyan didn't believe it at all. When he heard the sound of piano coming from upstairs, he walked upstairs.
The sound of the piano came from the third floor. Chen Songyan walked up and just as he reached the second floor, he heard the sound of the piano stopped. He couldn't help but quicken his pace.
At this moment, the sound of running was heard from upstairs. When they reached the corner, the two people bumped into each other.
Seeing the person about to fall, Chen Songyan quickly hugged the person and met the eyes of Wen Jing, who was full of anger.
"Wen Jing? Are you really here?"
Wen Jing was still stunned. What did she mean by "she was really here?" Could it be that he saw her?
"Wen Jing!" Song Qingcong's voice came from upstairs, and then suddenly changed, "Tsk, so soon, you're already holding her?"
Wen Jing glanced at her hand that was around Chen Songyan's waist, quickly let go of him, and stepped back two meters.
"Didn't you see I bumped into it accidentally?"
Afraid that Song Qingcong would become suspicious, she didn't say anything else to Chen Songyan and ran away quickly.
"Wen Jing! Wait for me, let's go together!" Zhou Meng, who said he was accompanying his brother, turned around and ran after Wen Jing.
Song Qingcong walked down the stairs slowly. When he passed by Chen Songyan, he patted him on the shoulder: "Don't look at him. You are not even as good as that person just now." After that, he rubbed Chen Songyan's shoulder and walked down the stairs.
Chen Songyan stood there in a daze for a long time, then walked back.
Although he had an unpleasant argument with Song Qingcong last time, he did what he said and did not harass Wen Jing for a week.
Wen Jing was happy and at ease, but her classmate, the unfortunate heroine, was unhappy and asked her for the first time: "What happened between you and Song Qingcong? Why doesn't he come to my place anymore?"
Wen Jing was speechless: "If he doesn't come to find you, you can go to him."
Chen Meng was stunned for a moment: "That's right."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Wen Jingzhen was completely impressed by her.
Come to think of it, Chen Songyan seemed to have rarely passed by her this week.
It's not that rarely, it's that never, and I never called her from the windowsill.
Thinking of what she had just said to Shen Meng, Wen Jing suddenly had an epiphany. These were the rare two weeks when she didn't have to worry about Song Qingcong suddenly appearing!
She glanced at Chen Songyan who was concentrating on writing questions in the back seat, curled her lips, and walked over.
Instead of looking for him directly, she leaned against the window and pretended to take out an extracurricular book for the whole class to read from the bookshelf in the back row and held it in front of her eyes, but her eyes were fixed on Chen Songyan's serious profile.
He was quite focused. I made quite a noise when I walked to the back row to get a book to read, but he didn't even look back.
Wen Jing turned his gaze to the test question he was thinking about, which examined the movement of charged particles in a composite field, a common final question.
"Why didn't you use Newton's second law?" Wen Jing glanced at his problem-solving steps and asked him.
Chen Songyan's pen shook, and a scratch appeared on the test paper.
Wen Jing laughed: "Why are you so timid?"
Chen Songyan then turned around: "Wen Jing? When did you come here?"
His deskmate was not there, so Wen Jing sat down and said, "I've been here for a while. I came to read."
She pretended to be serious and leaned in to look at the question he had written. She raised her eyes, only a fist away from him, and said, "There's one missing element in the force analysis here."
Chen Songyan reflexively pulled his head back.
"Why are you hiding? It's been so long since we've sat at the same table, are you feeling awkward with me?"
This hadn't happened before when we were desk mates, had it? Chen Songyan thought uncertainly.
"No," he said.
Wen Jing stared at him: "You haven't answered me yet. Why did you omit the analysis of force here?"
Chen Songyan tried hard to focus back on the question, but failed.
"I, didn't notice." He avoided her direct gaze.
Wen Jing smiled and said, "I'll teach you."
Five minutes later, Wen Jing looked at him again: "Do you understand?"
Chen Songyan blinked his eyes and his ears turned red: "I understand."
"Really?"
"Um."
"Then tell me again."
Chen Songyan was stunned, with obvious embarrassment on his face: "I..."
Wen Jing smiled: "Okay, I'll tell you again."
This was the only question he hadn't answered on his paper, and it was gone after he finished explaining it. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to find another opportunity to be alone with him so close.
You can tell it as many times as you want.
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