The way he smiles now, the ends of his narrow eyes are slightly raised, and the tips of his eyebrows are slightly raised, still showing a kind of leisurely carelessness, but it reveals the bad spirit of a boy.

This is only true for Li Xingchen. He can only tease his little girl and feel happy when she blushes.

Li Xingchen's face turned red beyond control, and he gradually stopped looking at him. His lips moved a few times, but he still couldn't hold back a word.

Jiang Cong kept his eyes on hers and smiled wider and wider.

Li Xingchen was facing him sideways, holding his hands on both sides of the chair. He could only glance at him helplessly and angrily, and whispered softly: "Jiang Cong, please stop laughing..."

Jiang Cong pursed his lips, but his smile did not disappear.

The boys at the back were originally playing a black game. After the game, they looked over with sharp eyes and laughed twice, attracting the attention of the others.

"Hey, it's not that I'm talkative. These two are tired of being together every day, so why don't they give out wedding candy?" said the boy in front of Zhou Zheng.

Yang Lang: "Who knows, my hair has been growing so fast in the past two days that Brother Cong has been so anxious."

Several people were amused and laughed a few times.

Zhou Zheng, an experienced man, couldn't hold it in any longer. As soon as he put away his cell phone, he immediately acted like a professor at a symposium, "Brothers, let me tell you the truth, I think it is unlikely that these two can really succeed."

When Yang Lang heard this, he became anxious and beat him on the head, "Hurry up and bah bah bah for me."

"Tsk, listen to what I have to say," Zhou Zheng twisted his hand away and asked a question: "Do you remember me chasing a schoolgirl before?"

There was a period of silence: "..."

This range is a bit broad. It’s more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

He joked at the table at the front desk: "You're chasing more fucking schoolgirls than there are rice in my rice vat."

"If I could remember your ex-girlfriend, politics, history and geography wouldn't add up to thirty points."

There was another burst of laughter during the gag, and Zhou Zheng smiled and scolded them, "You are a good little white rabbit, the kind that makes you protective after just one look. He loves learning but not anything else. I will chase you to doubt my life, and I won't take soft or hard advice."

, that’s really fucking hard to chase.”

"Oh..." Someone seemed to remember it and deliberately emphasized: "Brother Wai is the only one who didn't catch him, right?"

Zhou Zheng gave a death smile and said, "Get lost."

He continued to return to the topic: "Look at our sister Xing, who is a good student who abides by rules and disciplines."

Zhou Zheng sighed and said in a lessoned tone: "Good students can't let go."

Professor Zhou continued his analysis endlessly, "To be honest, if Old Man Yan hadn't asked her to start sitting next to Brother Cong, how could a good girl like her who sits in the first row and listens carefully without even turning her head back would be able to follow her?

Let’s get involved.”

In Zhou Zheng's view, there is a clear line between good students and bad students like them. It is difficult to cross.

Everyone else was chatting away, only Yang Lang, who had been silent, looked a little inexplicably serious.

By the time their conversation was already going nowhere, Yang Lang suddenly said, "Even if Sister Xing sits in the front row, Brother Cong can still see her. It's just a matter of time."

Everyone didn't react and suddenly fell silent for a moment. Then someone touched his chin and said, "That's right. After all, Sister Xing took off Brother Cong's pants when she came."

This sentence sparked another burst of laughter.

So, some people will see each other no matter what.

...

They were chatting here, and Feng Cheng had already gone over to flirt with him. He leaned on the table behind him and stretched his head over to see Li Xingchen blushing and grinning.

"Brother Cong, why do you always tease our Sister Xing?"

Jiang Cong twirled her fluffy ponytail, looked at her from the corner of his eyes, and said with a smile, "I like it, do you care?"

Feng Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Do you like to tease Sister Xing, or do you like Sister Xing?"

"Your question is boring."

In the past, Jiang Cong would never have answered such a boring question, but now, he still looked at her and said in a lazy tone, "I like them all."

Li Xingchen didn't look at him and bit his lower lip hard, trying to stay awake.

She couldn't deny that Jiang Cong's destructive power was too great.

Zhou Zheng threw a book at Feng Cheng, "You don't have the eyesight to see, do you? If you force me again, I'll be careful, Brother Cong, and I'll tear your mouth out."

"My mouth is very valuable." Feng Cheng snorted at Zhou Zheng twice, his voice was loud: "How can I drink their wedding wine after tearing it apart!"

Li Xingchen: "..."

The boys started making noises, and everyone in the class turned their heads back and forth, their eyes falling on the two people who were almost next to each other. Jiang Cong's approach to her was casual and natural, and everyone in the class had a smile that could only be understood. Of course.

, which was also mixed with a few goodbyes.

Li Xingchen was forced to stand up by these sights, looked down at him, and said in a calm tone: "I'm going to review."

Jiang Cong noticed the subtle change in her tone and retracted his legs under her chair.

Li Xingchen raised his chair and returned to his seat, sat down and read in silence.

Jiang Cong may have understood something, so he regained his composure, took out a book, patted Feng Cheng, and said angrily: "Go, go, go."

Feng Cheng was heartless, laughed and ran away.

Jiang Cong also sat back down, glanced sideways at the quiet little girl, then turned back, staring blankly at the table, looking a little thoughtful.

She doesn't reject him, she rejects all kinds of looks.

The little girl doesn't like this.

Jiang Cong drooped his eyelids and tapped his fingertips on the table, as if he was reflecting.

——

The two days of exams went by in a flash, and Jiang Cong obviously calmed down a bit after considering certain aspects.

This time the exam fell on Friday afternoon, and after the exam, I still went straight to school.

But before he returned to class from the examination room, Li Xingchen was stopped by Qiu Qize.

"Li Xingchen." I don't know whether it was because he was stupid in school or because he was tortured by his classmates in Class 7, but this monitor always spoke like a machine with no emotions.

"The head teacher calls you to go to the office."

Regarding the letter he sent, Li Xingchen panicked almost subconsciously.

After the exam, in the noisy corridor with people coming and going, Li Xingchen stood against the wall and was silent for a long time with his eyes closed. He didn't ask him anything, just said "Okay" and walked to the third floor.

Qiu Qize did not go back to work, but followed her. When he was approaching Lao Yan's office, he called her from behind.

Li Xingchen stopped, and at the same time his chaotic thoughts were brought back, and he looked back at him.

Qiu Qize's tone was no longer flat, but vaguely apologetic, "The teacher asked me about the matter between you and Jiang Cong just as a formality. Even if I hid it, he would still know."

Li Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant.

She forced a smile and said, "I know, it's okay."

Qiu Qize looked at her without saying anything. Under his thick bangs, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were unclear due to the high-definition glasses.

Li Xingchen turned around and continued walking, stopped for a moment at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the office door.

After entering, she closed the door, and there was only Lao Yan inside. When he looked over, his face was not that familiar and approachable with a smile, but his frown was filled with worry.
Chapter completed!