"Hey, who are you?"

Li Xingchen looked down at Jiang Cong for the last time. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw the elegant and elegant man at the back table with short, ear-length hair.

Her bangs were sticking out in a mess, and there were a few marks on her face that were necessary for sleeping on her stomach. There was a strange puzzlement in her eyes.

Li Xingchen showed a standard smile and took the lead in introducing himself, but Ru Ling was stunned the moment she turned her head, and only caught the word "transfer" in a shrunken way.

Oh, this transfer student is a little too pretty...

Staring like this was too crazy. Ru Ling blinked and came back to her senses. She noticed the pile of books on Jiang Cong's table and asked her in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Li Xingchen was stunned for a moment, glanced at the table, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I'm... apologizing."

Not only do you need to apologize, but you also need to make amends for her offensive behavior.

Ru Ling: "?"

She stayed up late last night to catch up on dramas and caught up on her sleep after class, so she didn't join in the fun. She was about to speak again when the school bell interrupted her at an inappropriate time.

The Chinese teacher came in and the class was slightly quieter.

Li Xingchen gestured to her about the new books he had been handed out, then turned around, sorted out the books he had written his names on, and put them back on the table.

Twenty-six times, Jiang Cong.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling relieved that she had made an apology.

On the podium, the Chinese teacher asked him to take out his textbooks. Li Xingchen had not gone to get the missing textbooks yet, so he could only take out a notebook and listen to the class.

Lu Ling, who was behind, looked at her straight and upright back. The hand he stretched out to pat her shoulder turned sharply and took it back again.

After careful consideration, she decided to take out her mobile phone and harass Yang Lang.

Stinky Wanzi: [A new classmate here during the break? 】

Ru Ling guessed that they were going to play ball, and it was unlikely that they would reply to messages in a short time, so she kept poking at the emojis out of boredom.

Twenty-five minutes later, Yang Lang, who was taking a break, looked at the huge red mark of "276" on WeChat and fell into deep thought.

Black Briquettes: [Holy shit, are you poisonous? 】

Even after he said this sentence, he was brushed up in the blink of an eye.

The emoticon pack formation was disrupted, and Ru Ling straightened her head immediately and posted the copied question again.

Black Coal Ball: [Yes, you performed a snoring symphony as soon as people came]

Ru Ling: "..."

She sent a cute baby eye-rolling emoticon: [What do I think of her writing on Jiang Cong’s book? How can I apologize?]

When the information popped up here, Yang Lang was stunned for a moment, and then shouted to the court in surprise: "Brother Cong! The new classmate really wrote a name for you!"

The basketball court of No. 9 Middle School is located indoors and is very large. The sound of basketballs being slapped and running and rubbing are rapid and mixed.

Jiang Cong changed into a white sports jersey, looking clean and refreshing. He dribbled the ball quickly and took the lead. When running, his jersey flew back, outlining the young man's unique neat body line.

With a coherent and handsome fake move during the pursuit and interception, the basketball drew an arc, and with a bang, the three-pointer hit the frame perfectly.

After the ball hit the ground, Jiang Cong made a pause gesture, panted slightly, and walked towards Yang Lang.

Sweat dripped down his smooth jawline. He lifted up the corner of his clothes and wiped it off, revealing a slim but not thin waist, with well-defined abdominal muscles looming.

There was an uncontrollable scream at the scene.

Jiang Cong acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He walked all the way to Yang Lang, frowned and asked, "What?"

After saying that, he picked up the ice water and poured it down. His neck was dripping with sweat from the exercise, and his Adam's apple had a clear arc and was moving up and down.

"I'm talking about the new guy. Your deskmate actually helped you write your name. Tsk, that girl looks so good." Yang Lang clicked on the screen of his phone and just as he was talking, the next message from Ru Ling came out.

Already.

Stinky Wanzi: [You keep interrupting me, and I’ve forgotten the most important thing. What’s her name?]

This question really stopped him. Yang Lang frowned, thought for a while, and typed three words: You have no mouth.

Immediately, he thought of something again, raised his head and asked Jiang Cong, "What is the name of your deskmate?"

Jiang glanced at him sideways from the end of his eyes, and kept pouring water.

After finishing the entire bottle of ice water, he crushed the bottle and threw it aside, then opened his mouth: "..."

What is the name of a little stutter?

Jiang Cong raised his hand and brushed the short stubble on his head, his eyes lowered, and the air in all directions showed the quietness of someone deep in thought.

For a moment, the image of her squatting next to his legs and looking up at him innocently appeared in his mind again, her little face turned red with unexplainable anxiety, the moment she looked at him from across the classroom, and her vigilant timidity.

eyes...

Hold.

How could he remember it so clearly?

And... all I can think of is the face. Where is the name?

Yang Lang looked at his expression: "...Are you suffering from amnesia? Didn't you bring the book over and read the name? Oh...you even read it out..."

Jiang Cong was still thinking and hummed absentmindedly.

Yang Lang: "..."

It's quite generous to admit it, so you said...

"Forget it, don't expect you to remember any girl's name, I'll just let you go by yourself..."

"Wait a minute," before Yang Lang said the last word "ask", Jiang Cong suddenly interrupted and raised his eyelids to look at him, "It seems... what is the name of Xing?"

Yang Lang: "..."

Compared to this answer, he still added a question mark after the three words he edited and sent it.

Black Briquettes:【You have no mouth?】

Ru Ling: "..."

The limbs of this black coal ball are getting more and more degraded, and it takes ten minutes to type three words and a punctuation mark.

She had no choice but to stay up for a while. As soon as the bell rang, Ru Ling jumped next to Li Xingchen and communicated enthusiastically.

"Beautiful classmate, did you transfer from a local school, or..."

Li Xingchen stopped writing, with a smile on his face, "I came from Yiyang."

"Ah? So far..." Ru Ling was a little surprised, and patted her chest again after a second, "It's okay. If you don't get used to it in the future, just come to me!"

Li Xingchen saw that the frail girl in front of him spoke with a bright sense of pride and enthusiasm, and the corners of her mouth deepened.

Her way of responding to this enthusiasm was to answer every question.

The household registration-style communication continued until class, when Ru Ling conducted the most important exchange of names and returned to her seat.

Ru Ling is a pure-blooded Jilai familiar, especially with beauties, and her pick-up skills are top-notch. In the next half day, she took the initiative to eat with Li Xingchen, stuffed her with snacks during class, and also told her a lot.

Things to note in class.

Li Xingchen has always been labeled as a quiet and obedient academic, and has a quiet and introverted personality. Li Xingchen has always been a loner. In a fixed environment, everyone has a fixed partner, and few people break out of these cliques.

balance.

Therefore, she was a little overwhelmed by the kindness that overflowed when they first met. She wanted to respond equally, but she still seemed a bit restrained and reserved.

After school in the evening, Ru Ling put on her schoolbag and waved to her, "Xingxing, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Li Xingchen is a boarding student and has to attend one more night of self-study.

After an exciting round of day students leaving school, it took a long time after the bell rang for the last evening self-study period before the class became quiet again.

The classroom was extremely empty after most of the people were gone. There was only a few rustling sounds of books being turned, making it even quieter.

Li Xingchen looked at the exercises, but her writing speed gradually slowed down. Finally, she stopped her pen and looked at the empty seat next to her.
Chapter completed!