It was as if a pot had been stirred up in the class. The noisy decibels that could break through the roof made people's heads buzz. Brooms and mops became weapons for fighting. No matter how you looked at it, hygiene was getting messier and messier.

Yang Lang and the others gathered together, as if they were playing some card game, and bursts of laughter broke out from time to time. Ru Ling joined them in a flash with the idea of ​​​​entering the class to find Li Xingchen.

Maybe Feng Cheng lost, and jumped on the table. As soon as Li Xingchen raised his eyes, he was forced to admire his unique and coquettish dance.

"..." Li Xingchen's eyes were stung. She was silent for a few seconds and then turned back.

Jiang Cong took advantage of his height and wiped her away with just a few strokes. He caught a glimpse of her coming out again from the corner of his eye and looked over.

Li Xingchen walked slowly to his side, raised his head and was about to speak, when he saw him suddenly curling up his lips and saying in a familiar tone: "You can't leave me for a moment?"

"..."

Li Xingchen was almost used to it, so he went to get another rag placed on the window sill and said softly: "Don't be poor."

Her voice was soft and soft, and her slightly helpless tone made people feel itchy in their hearts.

Jiang's Adam's apple slipped, her eyes lowered, she took back the rag she had just picked up, and said provocatively: "Can you get there?"

"..." Li Xingchen sighed and suddenly called him: "Jiang Cong."

"Um?"

Li Xingchen raised his eyelashes to look at him and suggested, "How about you learn how to speak again."

Jiang Cong: "..."

Choking at the success, he chuckled slightly, bent slightly closer to her, and answered her words in an indifferent tone: "In that case, from now on, I will become your disciple and learn to speak from you, do you think it will work...

....Master Li?”

After calling Master Li, he started laughing.

Li Xingchen: "..."

The master said that this disciple was hopeless and she would not accept him.

Li Xingchen stopped arguing with him and pushed him farther away from him with the back of his hand. He raised his head to inspect the fruits of disciple Jiang's work.

"Where are you, there are other places that haven't been wiped." She raised her finger and pointed, then looked at him and said: "There will be water marks after it dries. Use a newspaper to wipe it again to absorb the water. You can also wipe the top edge.

Just give it a try."

Jiang Cong: "..."

Li Xingchen looked at his reaction, paused, blinked his bright eyes, fluttered his eyelashes, and added encouragingly: "Labor is the most glorious."

Jiang Cong was amused by her serious look.

Now that Master Li has spoken, disciple Jiang can only work honestly. There are more than fifty people in a class, and these two are conscientiously implementing the school's instruction of "leaving no dust behind."

A group of people were chattering in the class, and Feng Cheng finally won a hand. He happily flicked Yang Lang on the forehead with all his strength. Then when he sat back, he glanced outside inadvertently and suddenly stopped.

His mouth opened: "Fuck."

Everyone looked out and saw two people outside the window, one high and one low. Sister Xing was pointing where she was, and Brother Cong was wiping with a newspaper and a rag.

When had they ever been treated like this?

The air in this area suddenly became a little quiet, and Feng Cheng couldn't help but sigh: "My brother Cong, who does his job seriously, is so handsome."

Ru Ling was dissatisfied: "My star, who seriously directs Jiang Cong to do class work, is really beautiful."

Yang Lang touched his chin and concluded: "You're really right."

Zhou Zheng smiled evilly and added to the flames: "Send him to the bridal chamber."

"Hahaha, damn, no, how could Brother Cong succeed so easily?"

The topic went off topic, everyone laughed wildly and subtly, even Ru Ling was laughing, but Feng Cheng was confused at first.

After being lost for a while, his mind flashed, and he suddenly jumped up and exclaimed: "I'm so confused!!! Brothers, is Brother Cong interested in Sister Xing?!"

"..." You are really a sensible person.

Yang Lang shuffled his cards and ignored this fool, "Come on, keep going."

Others also acted as if they didn't hear it and returned to their original positions and started playing cards again.

Seeing their unsurprising reactions, Feng Cheng suddenly felt angry that he had been kept in the dark.

He turned to look outside, and his expression slowly changed to disbelief. Feng Cheng scratched his head, and his reflex arc circled the earth for more than three hundred times, remembering that Yang Lang had asked him to change his story before.

Is it possible that from now on I have to call Brother Cong...brother-in-law?

Outside at this moment.

Jiang Cong stepped on the stool and went to wipe the top edge of the window that Master Li asked to take care of, while she went to the toilet sink to clean the rag for him.

Li Xingchen washed the rag and saw Jiang Cong already holding out his hand, so he ran over and was about to stuff it into his hand when he suddenly glanced at the inside of his arm.

I had never noticed before that there was a large scar on the inside of his forearm above his wrist.

The skin was a bit wrinkled and the scar was irregular in shape, especially like a burn. It must have been there for a long time. Now that I noticed it, the mark was a bit dazzling and obvious on his cold white skin.

Li Xingchen paused for a moment. Jiang Cong lowered his eyelids and followed her appraising eyes. When he saw the scar, he raised his eyebrows slightly and subconsciously raised his arms.

His action brought Li Xingchen back to his senses, and he handed the rag to his hand. Without thinking too much, he asked casually: "Are the scars on your arms from burns?"

When Jiang Cong mentioned the scar, he was in a trance for a moment, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed across his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed, as if he remembered something in an instant.

However, his brows soon relaxed and returned to normal. Jiang Cong had no other reaction and continued the movements of his hands, saying "hmm" in a gentle and gentle voice.

Li Xingchen frowned. She remembered that when she was a child, she was accidentally scalded by a boiling kettle. A large blister formed on the small area. It hurt for a long time. She didn't dare to think how much pain he must have had at that time.

Not long after, Jiang Cong got down from the stool after wiping, raised his hand and waved it twice in front of her eyes, "Why are you so dazed?"

Li Xingchen raised his eyes to look at him, and without thinking, he asked what he was thinking, "Did it hurt at that time?"

Jiang Cong was stunned, staring into hers with his narrow black eyes.

No one had asked him this question yet, and he didn't know how to answer it.

And Li Xingchen regretted it after asking, because he was really afraid that he would say something next second: "Why, do you feel sorry for me?"

She could automatically imagine his unbeatable and slightly cynical expression and tone.

But this time, even though Jiang never said it, she still went through the scene in her mind.

It's over, I was really poisoned by him.

Jiang Cong hadn't said a word yet. He couldn't help but feel a little amused as he watched the little girl's expression change. The not-so-good emotion between his eyebrows was dispelled.

He lightly pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and answered her question with an indifferent expression: "It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. It's over."

It was Li Xingchen's turn to be stunned.

Eh? It’s actually different from what she thought...

Why do I feel like I made a wrong bet...

Anyway, this person is unpredictable and doesn't follow routines. Li Xingchen nodded, stopped thinking, and bent down to move the stool.

Jiang Cong suddenly grabbed her wrist lightly.

Facts have proved that his arrogance is only late and not absent, "Why, do you care about me?"

"..."
Chapter completed!