You are cuter than her
"Zhou Meng, why are you asking such nonsense?" Chen Songyan said to him in a bad tone.
"That's right, I'm not talking about you! Wen Jing said she won't fall in love too early!" Chen Die also scolded him, "Why are you so gossipy?"
Seeing Chen Die explaining for her, Wen Jing stopped talking.
Zhou Meng touched his nose and said, "I just think that Jiang Xi is not worthy of being our class representative!"
Chen Die was shocked: "You are the only one who looks down on Jiang Xi. Who gave you the courage to say that?"
Zhou Meng put his arm around Chen Songyan's shoulder and said, "My brother, what's wrong? Isn't my brother more handsome and better than Jiang Xi?"
Chen Die glanced at Chen Songyan's face and said, "Even if it was Chen Songyan, that was in the past. Look at him now, he's disfigured."
"Hey! My brother just had a facial injury, it's not irreparable! You're making it sound like he had plastic surgery and ruined his life!"
After saying that, he turned around and touched Chen Songyan's head, his eyes "loving": "Son, don't fight with dogs in the future, okay? Even little girls don't like you anymore."
"Let's go back tonight and clean our faces properly. Let's restore our looks and make them look so handsome!"
"Go away!" Chen Songyan's expression was still not good. "Stop comparing me with Jiang Xi. I don't like it."
Chen Die finally couldn't help but ask, "Why? You seem to have a lot of issues with Jiang Xi. Have you ever had any conflicts with him before?"
Chen Songyan's face turned even worse, and he frowned and said it was nothing.
Wen Jing, who had been silent the whole time, saw that Chen Die was about to ask again, so she looked at Chen Songyan and asked knowingly: "Why are you back again? Don't you want to play basketball anymore?"
"It's raining outside." Zhou Meng replied to her.
Wen Jing deliberately glanced out the window.
"I saw the high school sophomores dancing so well, but when it started to rain, everyone dispersed."
Hearing Zhou Meng mention this, Chen Die became excited again: "How do you say we should allocate the waltz competition in the second year of high school? There are two fewer girls than boys in our class!"
"Choose for yourself."
"Huh? That's so boring! Everyone will definitely choose Chen Songyan!"
Zhou Meng didn't understand: "What to choose? Weren't you still disgusted with him just now?"
"Can't I pretend? He just has a facial scar right now. By the time we're in our second year of high school, he'll have healed and his hair will have grown longer. Of course I want to choose him, he's the most handsome in our class. Anyway, if I really had to choose, most girls would definitely choose him. If you don't believe me, just ask Wen Jing."
Wen Jing was stunned when she was suddenly mentioned, then nodded.
Chen Songyan and Zhou Meng were both stunned.
"You girls are so superficial." Zhou Meng muttered aside.
"Zhou Meng, stop pretending! Do you dare to say that you don't want to dance with the pretty girls in the class?"
Wen Jing saw Zhou Meng quickly glance at her and said, "Everyone has a love for beauty."
? You can't be saying she's beautiful.
"Tsk, you still dare to talk about us. Chen Songyan, what about you? Who do you want to dance with?"
After she asked, Wen Jing also turned her gaze to Chen Songyan.
Chen Songyan and Wen Jing exchanged glances briefly before looking away. "I haven't thought about it. I'll wait for the teacher to arrange it."
"Hey, come on. How about I play rock-paper-scissors with Wen Jing now? Whoever wins gets to dance with them."
Wen Jing, who was not expecting this, frowned, said "boring", took out the math test paper and started writing.
Chen Die didn't force it, and instead asked Chen Songyan and Zhou Meng: "Have you guys discussed who you want to dance with? I don't believe you haven't."
The two of them were silent for a while. Chen Die saw them glance at Wen Jing and thought they were afraid of disturbing Wen Jing while she was doing her homework, so she whispered:
"Speak!"
Zhou Meng coughed and said, "Anything is fine, as long as it's a girl. I don't want to dance with a boy anyway."
"It's boring. Forget it." Chen Die turned around.
Zhou Meng and Chen Songyan looked at each other, said they were going to do their homework, and left.
Chen Songyan recalled the cosplay party last semester.
When the lights in the dormitory were turned off at night, a boy in the same dormitory suddenly asked them which girl in the class they wanted to dance waltz with in their second year of high school.
After he asked this question, the dormitory fell into inexplicable silence.
Finally, the person on the bed opposite him spoke first: "I didn't expect it before, but tonight, I have a choice."
The boy who started the conversation immediately said excitedly, "I know who you're talking about. Wen Jing, right?!"
Those two words seemed to have some magic power. As soon as they were said, the seven boys in the dormitory started chatting at once.
"Damn, me too. I really think she's super beautiful tonight!"
"Yeah, why didn't I realize she was so beautiful before."
Zhou Meng, who slept on the upper bunk of Chen Songyan, interrupted: "So you all want to dance with Wen Jing?"
There was another silence.
Everything is implied.
"Superficial, brothers!"
"Why is it superficial? Putting her looks aside, Wen Jing has good grades and a good personality, so it's normal for us to want to choose her."
"I always thought she had the best temper among the girls in our class."
"Me too."
Chen Songyan remembered that he never interrupted at that time, and when others asked him questions, he pretended to be asleep and did not respond.
He never gets involved in such topics.
But he did have an answer in his heart.
He didn't lie to Wen Jing, he really liked Huang Er the most.
Whether it is personality or appearance.
In fact, he felt that Wen Jing was not as good-tempered as she seemed.
At least, not very well in front of him.
Sometimes, Chen Songyan even felt that she was a little irritable.
Hmm...more like Huang'er.
Thinking that she had not denied wanting to dance with him just now, Chen Songyan felt a little itchy and numb in his heart. The itch seemed to spread to his face. He raised his hand to scratch it and touched a scar.
Chen Songyan frowned. The wound on his face was healing very slowly and he didn't know if it would leave scars.
If he really wanted to dance with Wen Jing, he couldn't keep up such a face. After all, Wen Jing's dislike for him was blatant and obvious.
He touched the scar on the side of his face and felt that it seemed to be able to be torn off.
Wen Jing, who was concentrating on writing the questions, was suddenly disturbed by a "hiss" sound beside her.
When she turned around and saw Chen Songyan holding her face and grinning, her heart tightened and she asked quickly: "What did you do to your face?"
When Chen Songyan was asked, he was so scared that his hands shook, and the half-torn scar was suddenly torn off. When he turned around, blood oozed out from the spot on his face.
"Oh my god!" Wen Jing was startled. She stood up and took out a Band-Aid from the medicine box at the back. She also took out a piece of paper from the side and put it on Chen Songyan's face.
Because she was in such a hurry, Wen Jing's entire palm was pressed against Chen Songyan's face, with most of her skin directly touching his skin surface. Chen Songyan felt a little uncomfortable and moved his neck.
"Try moving again!"
Chen Songyan stopped moving immediately.
He fully understood how much Wen Jing valued his face. Every time he touched his face, he would hear her swear, and her attitude towards him would become very bad.
The piece of white paper that Wen Jing was holding was quickly stained with blood. The color was quite dark, and it was obvious that a lot of blood had been lost.
She was furious and said in a slightly sullen tone: "You don't want this face anymore, right?"
"No, I just feel that it can be torn off, and it will heal faster if I tear it off." Chen Songyan explained quickly.
Thinking that the other party might have been stimulated by Chen Die's words, Wen Jing softened her tone: "Your scar has only been scabbed for a short time. If you tear it, it will bleed easily, and the bleeding will cause a new scab to form. This cycle will continue and it will never heal. You need to wait for a while until the scar is completely dead and you can wash it off with just a wash of your face. In short, a completely dead scar will not hurt or bleed when you tear it."
Chen Songyan naturally understood this common sense, but he still responded with a "yes" honestly.
Wen Jing didn't rub it until it stopped bleeding, so she tore off a Band-Aid and put it on him. Halfway through, Yuli, the Chinese representative, came over with a physics textbook.
Seeing the two of them like this, she was stunned.
Wen Jing put a Band-Aid on Chen Songyan and pressed it on both sides with her fingers. After that, she glanced at Chen Songyan's face and suddenly met his dark eyes.
Chen Songyan was the first to look away and asked her if she was okay.
"Okay." Wen Jing raised her eyes and saw Yuli.
Perhaps she didn't expect her to suddenly look up, and Yuli's tense face didn't have time to adjust.
"What's wrong? Did you encounter a difficult question?" Wen Jing asked her.
Yuli came back to her senses and curled her lips awkwardly: "Well, I have a question I need to ask you."
She walked over, placed the things in her hand on Chen Songyan's desk, and smiled at him more naturally: "Why, your scar from the fight with the dog hasn't healed yet?"
Chen Songyan was still a little dazed. He just said "hmm" and stood up: "You guys discuss it. I'm going to the bathroom."
Yuli laughed and scolded: "Lazy cows and lazy horses have a lot of shit and urine."
Chen Songyan frowned and left without saying anything.
Yuli watched him leave through the back door, then turned to look at Wen Jing: "What's wrong with him today? Normally he would have responded to me a long time ago."
After she finished speaking, she sat down in Chen Songyan's seat.
"Maybe my face hurts." Wen Jing replied.
Yuli:?
Yuli is smart and quick-witted. Usually, she can understand Wen Jing's explanations quickly, but she doesn't know what happened today. Wen Jing repeated it three times, but she still didn't understand.
Finally she gave up and closed the information book.
He just locked the door but didn't leave. Instead, he suddenly sighed towards Wen Jing's position:
"Your location is really great. It's spacious and quiet, and you can even see the cafeteria."
Wen Jing hummed, and then she said jokingly:
"I want to trade places with you!"
Wen Jing smiled and thought she was really joking.
Unexpectedly, the other party said: "Seriously, Wen Jing, how about we switch seats? Aren't you nearsighted? You can't see the blackboard clearly in the back row, right? I'm in the front row, you can see it more clearly there."
"No, I can see clearly." Wen Jing raised her voice a little to show her refusal.
Yuli smiled and said, "Well, even if it were me, I wouldn't want to change."
The two were speechless for a moment.
Wen Jing thought she had left, but then she heard her ask, "Wen Jing, what's your MBTI?"
"Hmm... I think it's INTP, I don't quite remember." When she was in junior high school, her classmates insisted that she take the test, otherwise she wouldn't understand what Yuli was saying now.
After she finished speaking, Yuli's eyes lit up: "You really are a t person. We f people are most afraid of you t people, hahahaha."
Wen Jing was speechless.
Yuli added, "Chen Songyan is an ESFJ, and you're the complete opposite. Do you two really never argue when you're together? This is the most incompatible pairing!"
"It's okay. There are still big individual differences, so we can't generalize."
Yuli was about to retort when Chen Die turned around and said, "Yes, I agree! For example, I know many people with the same personality as me, but they are very different from me."
Yuli then asked her: "What is your personality?"
“I’m an ENFP.”
"What a coincidence, me too!"
Chen Die's face instantly fell: "You too..."
"Hey, what's with your expression?" Yuli was dissatisfied.
Chen Die tried to defend herself: "I've encountered so many things that I don't think I'm unique anymore."
“It’s so nice to be a happy puppy!”
"Yeah." Chen Die said listlessly.
Yuli finally left, and Chen Die suddenly said to Wen Jing sadly: "I don't want to be an ENFP anymore."
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this personality?"
"No problem, it's perfect! But... Yuli too!" Chen Die's last sentence was filled with a certain sadness.
Wen Jing looked at her in confusion.
"Oh, I just don't want to share a personality with her! No, I'll retest right now!"
Five minutes later.
Chen Die: "Why am I still an ENFP? I'm no longer a happy puppy, I'm a crying puppy!"
Wen Jing comforted her: "It's okay, you are cuter than her."
Chen Die was stunned.
"Oh my God, Wen Jing!" Chen Die covered her face and stared at Wen Jing eagerly, "You actually, oh my God! I'm so happy to hear these words from you, hahahaha."
Wen Jing didn't expect her to react so strongly. Seeing her shaking back and forth excitedly, she felt she looked silly.
Finally, Chen Die became serious, glanced in the direction of Yuli in the front row, put a hand to her mouth, and leaned closer to Wen Jing: "Let's talk about this kind of thing quietly from now on."
Wen Jing suppressed a smile: "Okay."
Chen Songyan came back at this moment, but before he sat down, Youli from the front row came down with a bag of jelly. She gave two to Chen Die's table, handed one to Wen Jing, and finally took one for Chen Songyan, saying, "Here, your favorite orange flavor."
Wen Jing often receives snacks as a reward for teaching people how to do their homework, and has developed the habit of accepting them regardless of whether she likes them or not.
Chen Die refused on the grounds that she didn't like eating jelly.
Yuli rummaged through the bag of jelly and said, "Why are there two orange flavored ones? I don't like them. I'll give them all to you."
So there were two more people on Chen Songyan's table.
"Don't like oranges? You're so uncultured." Chen Songyan said suddenly.
"Yes, yes, you're the only one with good taste." Yuli rummaged through the bag again. "Oh my god, why is there so much orange flavor? I give up. This bag is yours. Please eat all the oranges."
The thing on Chen Songyan's desk changed from one jelly to a bag of jelly.
Wen Jing wanted to laugh when she saw this.
Could it be that Chen Songyan couldn't see that Yuli liked him?
The fact is, this person really didn't see it.
Because the other person had just left, he handed her an orange-flavored jelly with a clear look in his eyes: "Do you want some orange flavor?"
Wen Jing raised the corner of her mouth: "I don't like oranges either."
"Ah? Why? Oranges are so delicious!" Chen Songyan looked very puzzled.
The curve of Wen Jing's mouth deepened: "Maybe, I'm just not good at it."
Chen Songyan: “…”
He was embarrassed: "I, I didn't mean that. I was just joking with her."
"I was just kidding you, too."
Chen Songyan was stunned, and soon his ears turned red. He handed the jelly in his hand to her and said, "Well, do you want to eat it?"
Wen Jing smiled helplessly: "It's not nice to give me something someone gave you. It's a token of their love."
Chen Songyan was stunned: "That's right. Then I'll buy it for you next time."
How did you come to this conclusion?
He lowered his head to taste it, then looked up with a surprised expression: "This jelly is delicious! I'll ask Yuli for the link and buy you more!"
Wen Jing: “…”
This person is beyond saving.
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