She is soft on my heart

Chapter 3 Brother Cong, you have it!

"You don't have to be so tactful if you want to praise me for having a thin waist."

"Or, do you have any other intentions?"

Li Xingchen kept thinking of the last two sentences he said as if he had been poisoned, so when filling out the transfer information, he almost ticked the gender column as male.

She shook her head, trying to get it out of her mind so she could focus.

After filling out all kinds of forms in the office, the head teacher explained to her a lot of things in detail. Now that the end of get out of class was approaching, the teaching building was already a little restless.

The homeroom teacher was surnamed Yan, with silvery white hair, and he got along with him kindly and cordially. Li Xingchen followed him to the new class. Her slender figure was outlined by the sunlight, which looked soft and well-behaved.

The seventh liberal arts class she was going to was at the corner of the second floor, which was next to the center where the confession drama happened.

Even at that corner, Li Xingshen will never forget it for the rest of his life, the trembling of his soul when he met those pitch-black pupils for the second time.

From the front door to the back door of Class [-], there was a row of boys standing against the wall. They were all tall, and Jiang Cong, who was full of trouser pockets, stood at the far left of this row.

The two eyes met almost at the same time. Compared with Li Xingshen's wide-eyed surprise, Jiang Cong showed a calmness that had seen the stormy waves. He only raised his eyebrows indistinctly and moved away. out of sight.

Lao Yan felt heartbroken when he saw them, and he couldn't help but do some ideological work for these brats who were punished.

Maybe it was because she was ignored for the time being, or maybe it was because Jiang never looked at her again, Li Xingshen got more courageous and quietly looked at him seriously.

In comparison, he was the tallest even among the tall boys in this row. He was not wearing a school uniform, with abstract and bold graffiti printed on the front of a black T-shirt, and olive green loose overalls.

He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and leaned back against the wall lazily, the black earrings on his earbones were eye-catching and sloppy.

Li Xingshen's gaze moved and settled on his face.

The young man has a deep and three-dimensional silhouette, starry eyes and bright eyebrows, with thin and raised arcs at the end of his eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin and stylish lips.

This face, which can't pick out any shortcomings, really makes the shortcomings that are extremely challenging to the five senses a plus.

Having been embarrassed and nervous just now, Li Xingshen is now in the mood to think about it, so it turns out that he can also hit the face very well.

It's just...it looks like he's good at beating people, not easy to mess with.

Looking at this not-so-provoking face, Li Xingchen inexplicably remembered the blue border around his waist again, she pursed her lips tightly, and there were signs of fever on her face.

What a sin... a sin...

While confessing, the get out of class bell rang, and the school building, which had been restless for a long time, vibrated up and down as if some kind of seal had been lifted.

English teacher Jiang Quan came out with the textbook in his arms, nodded to Lao Yan, then glanced at the row of boys, said "[-]-character self-criticism", and left with a flick of curly hair.

Leaving Lao Yan thinking about this row of boys, after a while, he simply ordered: "Well, standing still is idle, Jiang Cong Yang Lang, Feng Cheng Zhou Zheng, the four of you go to the first floor of political education. Bring up some of the new books from our class...Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.'the four of whom.Why are you guys there?」

"Teacher Yang Lang is too weak, I will help him."

"Teacher, you forgot, Zhou Zheng broke his arm and leg in the fight last time, and he hasn't healed until now, he can't even lift a pen..."

"My name is also Jiang Cong, teacher, my mother just changed my name."

Old Yan: "..."

These bastards...

Lao Yan sighed helplessly, waved to Li Xingshen, and led her into the class.

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Several boys went downstairs, Feng Cheng bumped into Zhou Zheng who was next to him, and smiled, "The one behind Lao Yan, the new classmate in our class? Wow, you are so upright..."

"Probably so," Zhou Zheng smiled teasingly, "No way, don't you like big breasts and upturned buttocks? Do you want to eat that too?"

The boy in front turned his head and smiled and interjected: "He doesn't refuse anyone, all women are ok."

"Hahaha, fuck it, pass it on! Feng Cheng likes sows!"

"Fuck you." Feng Cheng kicked him, and several boys laughed and cursed together.

When it came to Jiang Cong who was at the front, he also laughed in a serious manner.

These people swarmed into the political and educational department at the same time, and Teacher Cui, who was on duty in the political and educational department, was shocked, "What are you doing...what are you doing?"

Jiang Cong was quite polite, and shouted a report, followed by a group of woo-woo-la-la reports.

"Teacher Cui, get the book."

Oh, take the book... Teacher Cui breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at him with lingering fear, and pointed to the ground, "Where are the students in your class, count them yourself."

"Thank you, teacher!"

"See you next time, teacher!"

"..." Teacher Cui thought to himself, it's good to see you guys here...

A group of tall and burly boys came in a mighty way, and then left in a mighty way with books in hand.

It's been two weeks since the start of school, and the new textbooks have almost been distributed. This time, there are not many people in total. There are two people who are still empty-handed. How come and how come back.

Jiang Cong was carrying a stack of books, Yang Lang was empty-handed, hooking his shoulders, the two of them were chatting alternately and preparing to go upstairs.

At this moment, a roar suddenly appeared on the second floor: "Brother Cong, you have it!!!"

With this roar, the entire noisy building fell silent for a second.

Jiang Cong was also silent for a second, then looked up at the man: "?"

Yang Lang was overjoyed, "What is this bastard calling for?"

Jiang never spoke, and continued to lift his feet up, but suddenly thought of those clear eyes, the girl squatted beside his legs, looked up at him, dumbfounded.

He twitched the corner of his mouth inexplicably, imperceptibly.

The boy who yelled was waiting at the back door. When he saw him, he grinned and pointed inside, "Brother Cong, you have a deskmate."

"What am I supposed to do? With your posture, I thought my son had fallen to the ground." Yang Lang took the lead to peek inside.

He had recognized it a long time ago. This new classmate was the girl who picked off Brother Cong's pants. I have to say that she is really good-looking, the kind who can arouse people's desire to protect.

Through the window, Jiang Cong looked at his position, the innermost part of the classroom, the second-to-last row, and his eyes fell on that slender silhouette.

It might be that this line of sight was too strong, Li Xingshen noticed it, stuffed his schoolbag into the desk, and looked sideways.

The two eyes met in the air.

A few seconds later, it was still the other party who took the first step to look back.

Li Xingchen couldn't help but look at the empty seat next to him, remembering the staring salutes and whispering all the way after the teacher told her to sit here.

To have such an appeal, no...it can't be such a coincidence...

Because he was busy distributing the new book, the class was extremely noisy. The person in front handed the book to Li Xingchen. Taking advantage of this time, he couldn't help but look at the new classmate a few more times with curiosity and envy.

The girl's skin is fair and clear, and she can't see any blemishes at such a close distance. Her eyebrows are delicate and lively, her black eyelashes are long and slender, and her facial features are as delicate as a porcelain doll.

The fluffy ponytail hung down, and the ends of the hair rested on her thin shoulders, bending in an arc, and the whole person exuded an indescribable gentleness from the inside out.

This is even prettier than Ke Manman from Class Nine...

(End of this chapter)