Chen Ruichu bit her lower lip in grievance, trying hard not to shed tears.
After a heavy slamming of the door, there was the sound of a woman sobbing.
Although Su Meng, who was pressed against the door, could not hear clearly what the two said, she could clearly hear the sound of the door closing and the sound of sobbing.
It's over, now the misunderstanding is huge.
Su Meng anxiously walked back and forth in the room. What to do? Didn't this break the family apart? Did Jiang Ning chase her out? Should she explain herself?
Su Meng opened the balcony door and stood hesitantly in the middle of the balcony.
The curtains in the room were suddenly opened, making Su Meng take two steps back in fright.
"Come in and have something to eat together?"
"No no no..."
"Come in."
Okay, just come in, I'm not one of those little brats, why do I always talk to myself in a commanding tone?
Su Meng pouted dissatisfiedly and entered Jiang Ning's dormitory muttering.
How many lemons does he have on his body? No matter where he goes or where he lives, wherever Jiang Ning goes, there will always be the scent of lemons.
This house has only been moved in for a day, and it is already filled with the flavor of Jiang Ning.
"Would you like a drink?"
"No, I don't know how to drink."
"I know, it's lemonade."
Before Su Meng could refuse, Jiang Ning had already brought the water glass to Su Meng.
"Thanks……"
Jiang Ning stuffed the dessert into her mouth and drank a glass of wine.
Pairing snacks with wine is really a strange way to eat them.
"Chen Ruichu is not my girlfriend, and I don't have a girlfriend either."
Su Meng was holding a water glass in her hand, a little reserved.
"I've explained it twice, I don't want to explain it a third time."
Su Meng was sitting upright, looking like a criminal who had been criticized, but she had not done anything harmful to nature...
"Okay... I just think that girl is a bit pitiful..."
"There are so many people chasing me. Could it be that I can't refuse just because they would be pitiful if they were rejected?"
This is actually quite reasonable.
For girls, being rejected is a short-term pain, but long-term ambiguous ambiguity and entanglement is the real harm.
For example, if Zhou Shaoyang had clearly rejected him when he expressed his feelings to him, he would not have been trapped in it for six years.
But fortunately, everything has passed, and a new life of my own has begun!
"Teacher Jiang, you have very upright views! I appreciate it very much!"
Jiang Ning frowned and glanced at Su Meng displeased.
"Don't call me Teacher Jiang, I don't like it."
"..."
Then what should I call him, Teacher Ning? Teacher Xiao Jiang? Teacher Da Jiang? Teacher Jiang Ning?
Seeing Su Meng's confused look, Jiang Ning raised her lips and changed the topic:
"The pastries made by Guan Xiaoxiao are a little less interesting and not as delicious as yours."
"Ah? Isn't it right? Teacher Jiang, your sense of taste has failed, right? It's so delicious, and you think it's a bit bad?"
Su Meng placed the water glass on the table, dragged the chair and approached Jiang Ning.
"Let me tell you, the pastry made by Guan Xiaoxiao is absolutely amazing! It's much more delicious than the one I made!"
Immediately, Su Meng slapped Jiang Ning's hand holding the cake away with a slap, and said disgustedly:
"Tell me about you, this is not how you eat this pastry. If you swallow it whole like this, you are simply wasting it!"
I saw Su Meng tearing it off in a circle around the dessert, then dipped it in the jam in the center of the dessert, handed it to Jiang Ning's mouth and said:
"Try it!"
Is she trying to feed herself?
Jiang Ning was a little flattered. Su Meng didn't give him any time to think. The dessert was already brought to her mouth. Jiang Ning opened her mouth hastily, and her warm fingertips touched his lips. The next second, her taste buds burst into excitement.
The sweetness of words.
"How is it? Eating it like this, isn't it super delicious? Xiaoxiao taught me, and I was amazed when I ate it!"
Jiang Ning looked a little unnatural and subconsciously rubbed her nose to relieve the heat in her heart.
"Delicious."
"Right, right? When my hands are ready, let Xiaoxiao teach me how to do it!"
The quiet light illuminated the smiling Su Meng. Jiang Ning's face was slightly red, and she kept pouring wine into the cup, one cup after another, one sip after another. He could hear Su Meng talking, but the thoughts in his subconscious could not be heard.
I would like to analyze what Su Meng said.
Only the warm fingertips caressing his lips stirred his heart in his mind.
"Teacher Jiang? What's wrong with you? Your face is so red? Have you drunk too much?"
"Well, I drank too much."
Jiang Ning raised her eyes, her eyes met the worry in Su Meng's eyes, and she measured the distance between their lips over and over again.
He staggered forward and deliberately threw himself into Su Meng's arms. Then with his last bit of consciousness, he pushed Su Meng to the balcony and quickly closed the door.
Su Meng's body was still filled with the smell of alcohol mixed with lemon fragrance, and it wasn't until a cool breeze blew from the mountain forest that she could calm down.
"Teacher Jiang, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I'm tired, good night."
【Crack】
Jiang Ning turned off the lights in the dormitory and stumbled towards the bathroom. Cold water was poured on him, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his chest.
The warm sun stepped through the shades and trees, sweeping away yesterday's drunken thoughts.
The first mock test drew a bust of an old man.
Su Meng was originally full of confidence, but when she invigilated the exam, she looked sad.
They are also Class B, Class B of No. 24 Middle School, but there is a big gap between Class B and Class B of Jinhe Middle School.
So much so that half an hour before nap, Su Meng forcibly taught the little bastards in Class B another lesson on color precautions.
But these little bastards were all staggering in sleepiness and didn't listen at all.
As expected, the color still life test was even worse.
"Are you going to grade the papers tonight?"
Su Meng looked like a wilted vegetable leaf, with her head hanging down, sitting on a small bench, arranging her paint brushes in a low manner.
"Not going."
"Cowarded?"
"Who's cowardly?"
Jiang Ning only said two words and perfectly captured Su Meng.
The grades of the little bastard from Class B of No. 24 Middle School were simply unsightly. In terms of sketching, thanks to Jiang Ning's shock, he was still somewhat tolerable.
Looking at the colors again, I frowned deeply: What did you draw? Is this a student taught by me?
Su Meng said she was not afraid, but when the scores were being tallied, she still felt embarrassed and hid behind the crowd, waiting anxiously for the verdict.
The average score is quite different from that of Jinhe Middle School. The highest score is in Jinhe Middle School. By coincidence, the lowest score is also in Jinhe Middle School.
Su Meng lowered her head, her eyes full of joy, biting her lips to suppress a smile, and excitedly touched Jiang Ning's elbow.
"Nothing to show for it."
Su Meng instantly put away her smile, stood up and pushed Jiang Ning behind her to show her dissatisfaction.
"Why are there no prospects? The fight for first place is the responsibility of Class A. If the last place is not in Class B, don't we have to celebrate!"
"Those little bastards didn't do well in the exam, and it's all your fault."
Su Meng was unconvinced and argued with her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out:
"How come I'm used to it!" This chapter has been completed!