It was around five or six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was setting little by little. The sky at the end of the street was orange-red, dyed with fish-scale clouds, and people and cars were passing by.

Li Xingchen walked on this street again, but she had no time to observe the changes in the storefronts and alleys, because she was in a bad mood now, listening to the footsteps behind her.

Li Xingchen and Duan Yuyang walked in front, while Jiang Cong and Yang Lang followed behind, keeping a distance that was not close but within earshot.

"Teacher Li, why do those two uncles keep following us?"

The young man was tall and slender, and his fair complexion made the yellow hair of a society look good. After he asked, he looked back carefully and curiously, and then quickly turned his head back.

Li Xingshen spoke.

"Teacher Li, that handsome uncle has been looking at you." Duan Yuyang could feel the man's unusual aura. He was a little frightened and could only whisper in Li Xingchen's ear.

As soon as he finished speaking, his collar was lifted up by a strong force, and the other person was pulled and thrown aside a few steps.

Jiang Cong's face was cold and his voice was even colder: "Can't you speak well?"

The implication is, why are you so close?

Duan Yuyang looked at the man with a frustrated and cowardly look. He had never been so angry before, but he didn't even dare to refuse.

In front of Jiang Cong, he was just like a little chicken.

"Go back and dye your hair back." Li Xingchen paid no attention to what they were saying and continued walking forward, saying only this.

"Oh..." Duan Yuyang responded with his head lowered.

Their English teacher had a beautiful voice and a soft voice. He had no temper and was not very well-dressed. He looked to be a few years older than them. He was supposedly the most "easy to bully" kind of teacher.

But there are really not many people in the class who don't listen to her. When she looks at you gently and calmly, even if she doesn't speak or criticize, your mistakes can't be hidden.

The four of them walked toward No. 9 Middle School in silence. Li Xingchen didn't have to look back, he could always feel the eyes of the people behind him, which were intense, warm, and obscure.

Yang Lang couldn't hold it in any longer, so he moved over to put his hands on Duan Yuyang's shoulders, as if he was a good brother, as if he wasn't the one who just pushed him against the wall.

"What happened?"

I asked in this tone, I don’t know how to interrogate the suspect.

"Skipping class."

Yang Lang clicked his tongue, "If you can be caught skipping class by the teacher, you are quite promising."

Duan Yuyang: "..."

"Have you seen the guy at the back?" Yang Lang came closer and lowered his voice: "When it comes to skipping classes, you have to call him Grandmaster."

Duan Yuyang: "..."

Jiang Cong's ears were so keen that he stretched out his legs and kicked him.

Yang Lang laughed and chatted a few more words with Li Xingchen, but she only answered his words.

The voice was light and soft, but it didn't change at all, it was just that there was more silence in the words.

When he arrived at the school gate, Li Xingchen hid his emotions no matter if he was angry. He turned around and thanked them, "It's okay. You can go back."

After she finished speaking, she turned around to leave without waiting for anyone to reply. Jiang Cong didn't think about anything. His body reacted ahead of his brain and suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The eerie, quiet and subtle atmosphere along the way was pushed to the extreme at this moment.

Yang Lang was very familiar with the security guard at the door. He said hello, hooked Duan Yuyang's neck and forced him to the campus, "Let's go, I will take you back to the classroom first."

Duan Yuyang: "..."

Half separated by the sleeves of her sweater, Jiang Cong's broad palms were loosely wrapped around her thin, white and smooth wrists. The bones on the back of the hands were distinct, and the palms of his palms were calloused, rough and warm.

She could break away without using any force, but she didn't. She lowered her eyes, waiting for him to speak.

She was the one chasing him now.

Even if he doesn't need to coax, he just needs to explain and she will be fine.

Jiang Cong realized his behavior belatedly. Pulling her was a subconscious reaction of his body, but when he pulled someone, he didn't know what to say.

Unable to restrain himself, and worried, he stretched himself into a tight straight string, struggling back and forth at the edge.

He could only look at her with his eyes lowered. After a while, he asked dryly and knowingly: "Are you angry?"

Li Xingchen slowly raised his head, met his eyes, and asked, "Why am I angry?"

This sounds ironic, and it also has the meaning of questioning.

The two eyes did not stray away, looking at each other.

There was a long silence.

Jiang Cong sighed very softly, but it seemed extremely heavy. He moved his tight and achy throat, "I don't want you to wait."

Waiting endlessly.

Within a few seconds, he spoke again, with three words that were light and hurt: "It's not worth it."

It's not worth it for him.

Li Xingchen paused slightly, his eyes jumped, and he understood in an instant.

The setting sun came from behind him, and with his back to the light, the outline of his figure was outlined, the smooth and straight lines were softened a bit, and the deep face was half-lit and half-dark, a bit gloomy.

I used to be a high-spirited boy in his teens, fearless of everything, doing things regardless of the consequences, doing things wantonly, disdainful and unwilling to obey everything around him, he must get what he wants, thinking that he will be able to do whatever he wants.

Done.

But when fate really reached a fork in the road, and the black wind and huge waves rolled in without giving anyone a moment to breathe, he realized how powerless he was, that he couldn't choose his own path, and that he couldn't protect his girl.

Now he is really afraid, afraid that he can't do it, afraid of letting her down, his girl is so good.

Li Xingchen felt heartbroken for a while, because he saw the gloom in his eyes, denied himself, and felt sorry for him.

She understood him roughly, but not too deeply.

He has his thoughts, and she also has her persistence.

Li Xingchen looked into his eyes, his eyes so firm that he seemed a bit stubborn, and the words spoken in his soft voice were extremely clear.

His world quieted down, leaving only her voice, every word that could be heard.

"Wait a minute, whether it's worth it or not is up to you."

"Jiang Cong, since we have met again, we have a long way to go."

"You have enough time to think clearly whether you want me or not."

There is light in her eyes.

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"Damn, damn, did you really tell him that?"

An Huaiqing looked in disbelief, inserted the straw into the yogurt box, and sat down next to Li Xingchen.

Is this what Teacher Li can say?

It seems that she really underestimated her determination to pursue Captain Jiang.

Li Xingchen nodded.

"Then you haven't spoken to each other for so long?" An Huaiqing took a sip of yogurt.

Li Xingchen continued to nod.

After that time, until now, they have neither seen each other nor contacted each other again.

"He has a hurdle in his heart and needs time."

"Then we can't waste our time like this." An Huaiqing patted her thigh and said, "He misses him, and you chase after yours."

In fact, when it comes to pursuing him, Li Xingchen didn't take any particularly specific actions, and now he's just showing his cards right.

Li Xingchen looked at her, "How to chase?"
Chapter completed!