She is soft on my heart

Chapter 10
Jiang Cong looked at her inexplicably, while Li Xingshen had already straightened his body, showing a nonchalant look.

As if nothing had happened, he wrote a C on the fill-in-the-blank question.

Jiang Cong couldn't figure it out, and after looking at it for a while, he had no choice but to turn around and continue thinking about the reasons why he wrote the review.

Sometimes when he thinks about the problem, he subconsciously presses his index finger to his lips.

After thinking for a while, he lifted the cap of the pen with one hand with his right hand and started to write. He had just written a horizontal line and a vertical line, and the words of his deskmate rang in his mind again.

Don't bite, bite what?
His eyes fell involuntarily, and Jiang Cong stared at the hand on his lips for two seconds. Then, Jiang Quan's words began to be pieced together in his mind like a jigsaw puzzle.

"."

With a crisp sound, the black signature pen fell off.

So... the little deskmate is afraid that he will bite his finger and write a self-criticism with blood dripping?
...does he look like an idiot?

Jiang Cong's eyes moved from his hands to the mostly blank paper without emotion, he was silent for two seconds, and then suddenly smiled.

And the smile spread wildly from point to face.

In the end, he lowered his head, his hand was still on his lips, and he clenched into a fist. This time he was not thinking, but holding back a smile, which made his shoulders tremble.

Li Xingchen glanced at him: "."

After suppressing his laughter for a while, Jiang Cong straightened his neck and started writing again. After writing the words of the self-criticism intermittently for a minute, he trembled again.

That little face was frozen in his mind with an expression of persuading him not to think about it.

This is so fucking cute. Fuck.

In the last 5 minutes, Jiang Cong left early. The monitor on duty sitting on the podium watched him go out the back door and sighed silently.

However, Mr. Jiang left early today with a guilty conscience...

He seemed to be walking very fast, and his back didn't feel as straight as before.

Pretty good, at least a little classroom awe.

Ru Ling looked away from the back door and asked Yang Lang, "What's wrong with him?"

Yang Lang thought for a while, then hooked his fingers to her mysteriously, and Ru Ling put his ear close to her.

"Let me tell you..." Yang Lang lay next to her ear and paused tactically, "You don't care about handsome guys hahaha..."

"You idiot!" Ru Ling kicked his stool, realized that many people in front of him were looking over, lowered his voice, and added another sentence of insanity.

"Hahaha no, I'm the fool's deskmate."

Ru Ling said angrily, "You are the idiot's deskmate."

Yang Lang laughed like crazy, "Ah, yes, yes, yes..."

Ru Ling: "..."

A corner of the classroom was restless, and in the last 2 minutes the class started to make a fuss, and the monitor on duty turned a blind eye and waited for the bell to ring.

Jiang Cong still didn't come back until the evening reading was over, and Li Xingshen didn't know if he skipped class again, or if he didn't laugh enough outside.

She recited the historical calendar in a low voice, but her mouth stopped moving.

I'm a little curious about his 3-minute review.

This review, which took 3 minutes to create, is spread out on the table, close at hand, and you can see it when you turn your head.

On the blank page at the back of the textbook, the edges were torn raggedly, and the three big dogs crawled under the review book, followed by three rows of small dogs.

Sleep in class.

Not doing it right.

Correct it later.

Li Xingchen: "."

Putting punctuation marks on the name counts as 3 characters, and no one can write for [-] minutes.

There are three sessions of evening self-study, the first session is often arranged for weekly tests of various subjects, the second session is the teacher's commentary, and the third session is the self-study of the dormitory students.

Jiang Cong came back from the second class by stepping on the bell, and started ringing his phone when he came back.

Tuesday is the weekly geography test. The geography teacher's lectures are slow and the questions are also slow. The papers often pile up, so I don't know when he will be teaching the papers in this class.

Li Xingchen didn't have this paper, but Ru Ling noticed it very carefully, and handed over the blank paper that Yang Lang had just picked up from a pile of waste papers, "I have an extra one for Xing Xing, just take a look."

Yang Lang: "..."

Li Xingchen glanced at Yang Lang, but didn't answer, Ru Ling got up and threw the paper on her desk, "He can't even tell the difference between the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean, so it's useless for him to give him this paper."

"..."

Seeing her was a bit embarrassed, Yang Lang squinted his small eyes and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can watch, this girl just wants to watch it with me."

Ru Ling gritted her teeth: "...Look at Nima."

As she said she moved the paper in, Yang Lang leaned over shamelessly.

Li Xingchen said thank you, looked at the tattered white scroll on the table, first flattened the four corners, and then, inexplicably, she glanced to the side.

He didn't seem to have papers either, and was typing on his mobile phone.

Li Xingshen didn't want to care about it at first, but when he remembered what the class teacher said to her today, before he could think about it, he asked first, "Do you want to see it?"

After finishing speaking, Li Xingshen realized that this sentence seemed to be the first time they had a relatively normal communication about normal things in the past two days.

Jiang Cong looked at her, wondering if he didn't hear clearly or couldn't believe what he heard, and asked, "What?"

Li Xingchen put the pitifully torn paper in the middle, and repeated: "Do you want to read the paper?"

Jiang Cong frowned, "Why are you reading the papers?"

Li Xingchen: "..."

Well, with people who aren't normal, the conversation doesn't work out at all.

These words were too difficult to answer. After staring at each other for a while, Li Xingchen couldn't say a word. She was afraid that she would reply "listen to the class" and he would ask again, "Why are you listening to the class?"

So Li Xingchen understood that he didn't want to read it, silently pulled back the paper, turned his eyes away, "It's all right."

I've asked and asked, it's not that she doesn't move him, it's that she can't move him.

Jiang Cong looked up at the podium, then at the paper, and after a few seconds, he looked back at his phone, typed a few words into the dialog box and sent it.

Then he put the phone back in his pocket, pulled the stool and sat down a little.

Li Xingchen: "..."

The paper returned to the middle of the two, and the distance became a little closer unconsciously.

The cool mint fragrance wafted from his body, which seemed to be mixed with the smell of tobacco. Li Xingshen unexpectedly found it a bit pleasant, her palms were slightly warm, and a thin layer of sweat broke out. She rubbed it on her knees.

Every geography teacher has the ability to draw maps by hand, and they review the knowledge of ocean currents on the blackboard.

The phone in Jiang Cong's pocket kept buzzing and vibrating, and he didn't intend to stop after a few minutes. He took it out to look at it, lowered his head, and typed with one hand: [It's something, I'll talk about it later. 】

Lao Yi: 【What can you do at this point? 】

Lao Yi: [I'm so stupid, little brother, you won't study by yourself last night, will you? 】

Jiang Cong glanced at the message: [Well, listen to the class for a while. 】

The other party made a video call and was hung up in seconds.

Yi Linhe's message popped up in the next second: [Who the fuck are you? ? ? 】

Jiang Cong: "..."

Jiang Cong: [My mother, Jiang Cong, you have to find Yang Lang if you have something to do, and I want to attend a lecture. 】

Old Yi: [... Oh. 】

As a result, Yi Linhe's messages jumped out of Yang Lang's phone twice as fast.

After Yang Lang saw what he was talking about, he started typing: Impossible, he just put it in front of me...

Halfway through the fight, he thought it would be better to raise his head to confirm, but the result: "..."

Yang Lang deleted the typed words, clicked a photo and sent it before he had time to look at it: [Damn it! ! !Brother Cong is really listening to the class! 】

He crackled again, but there was no movement from the other side: [Brother Yi, why are you silent? 】

After another half a minute, Lao Yi returned: 【Are you sure this kid is listening to the class? 】

Yang Lang: [Ang, you are still reading my paper. 】

Lao Yi threw the picture back and marked it red.

Yang Lang clicked on it, and there was a red arrow on the original picture.

The starting point is Jiang Cong's eyes, and the end point is not the paper, but the face of a little girl.

"..." Good guy.

(End of this chapter)