She is soft on my heart

Chapter 4 Wanting to Make People Amuse Twice

Li Xingchen continued to hand the last book back, and found that the back desk, which had been sleeping since she just arrived, hadn't woken up yet, so he had to gently put the book next to her head.

Two of the four seats in the back are empty, and one is asleep. In this way, Li Xingchen is responsible for receiving the new books of the four people.

After placing the books, Li Xingshen had just finished writing a name on the new book, when suddenly a tall figure enveloped him, blocking the bright light, making this small space a bit darker, and it seemed to become even more cramped.

Before Li Xingchen could raise his head, the textbook under his arm was taken away without a word.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the familiar dark green, her back stiffened, and she followed his movements to raise her eyes, and saw that this man was holding up her textbook for research.

The bottom of the book showed his thin and clear jaw.

After a few seconds of silence, she heard her name read word by word in a low voice: "Li, Xing, Shen."

After reading the name, Jiang Cong noticed the neat new books on his desk, and a teasing smile appeared in his eyes.

He threw the book aside casually, bent down and approached her, his brows and eyes were full of flamboyant youthful air.

Almost at the same time, uncontrollable unexplained agitation appeared in the class.

The boy suddenly approached, with the cool breath of mint lingering around the tip of his nose, Li Xing was startled, and subconsciously leaned back, leaning against the cold wall inside.

She had a pair of ignorant deer eyes, like clear water ripples in her pupils, she opened her eyes wide and looked at him at this moment, with a not-so-obvious defense and fear in her eyes.

In fact, he is not only stupid, but also a little cute, with a kind of obedient obedience on his body, which makes people want to make people laugh a little bit.

Jiang Cong smiled a little badly, tilted his head and stared at her eyes, his tone was not very serious: "The handwriting is so beautiful, can you do me a favor, Li Xingchen?"

The name was as if they had known each other in a previous life.

"What... what?" She asked in a very soft voice, half tentatively.

"Continue to show the good quality of being helpful to others," Jiang Cong raised his right arm and pressed it on the few new books on his desk, still staring at her, saying it as a matter of course: "Help me write a name for my book too. "

Li Xingchen: "."

I really can't see that he himself has an attitude of asking for help.

Before she could react, Yang Lang who rushed over had a see-through expression, "Come on, Brother Cong, when did your book come in handy except when you were sleeping? Don't look at someone new. If you are honest, you will bully others."

The tone of the word "bullying" was deliberately elongated, and the words had a special meaning. The boys who joined the fun behind understood and started laughing.

Jiang Cong's lips curved even deeper, ignored them, saw that she didn't speak again, and urged her, "Can you do it, little stutterer?"

"...I...I didn't stutter."

"Okay, you...you didn't stutter."

Li Xingchen: "..."

The boys in the back were basically the same group as the group of those who were punished to stand, and they laughed openly. Li Xingchen clenched his fingertips, lowered his eyes, and frowned slightly with his delicate eyebrows.

Jiang Cong turned his head and glanced back, and his laughter was suppressed immediately with a sense of humor.

As if she didn't reply, he wouldn't get up, Li Xing pursed his lips and hesitated, and finally nodded slightly.

She comforted herself in her heart, there were only three or four books, and if there were not many, she would consider it... as compensation for his belt.

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, straightened up, and took out his coat and cigarettes from his desk pocket.

Li Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finally relax, he heard his commanding words again: "Oh, yes, there are other things here, I didn't write my name either, don't forget."

Li Xingchen glanced at the books on the table: "..."

"Brother Cong!" Someone shouted from behind the door: "What are you doing, stop molesting the little girl, go and play ball!"

Jiang Cong turned his head and looked out when he heard the sound. There were some people gathered at the back door. Bai Daiyi was holding a basketball, and after shouting, he whistled coquettishly.

He met Yang Lang's eyes, and the two walked out, but before they got out of the last row, he turned back.

Li Xingchen was a little dumb, sat upright, sighed, and brought back his discarded book and put it back upright.

Suddenly, an arm was stretched out beside her face. The boy's skin was cold and white, and his forearm was firm and strong. His hand with distinct phalanges fell in front of her eyes and stroked the table several times.

Li Xingchen raised his head, but didn't understand what he was doing.

"Name, Jiang Cong." He said.

Li Xingchen: "."

By the time he recovered from the table, the person had already disappeared.

The repressed restlessness in the class was released, and the quarrel became heated, and the hot knowledge that the new classmate was the girl who pulled Jiang Cong's pants during the class break was spread out at a speed of one to ten.

Combined with the scene just now, the eyes cast on her were envious and sympathetic.

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Lao Yan returned to the office, sat down on the office chair, and looked at Li Xingchen's information.

"Old Yan, where did you arrange the new transfer students in your class?" A female teacher who was at her desk asked curiously when she saw him come back.

Old Yan smiled and played Tai Chi, "Guess."

"It's hard to come here with such a precious student, you can't put him in the first row and watch him every day."

"Then how can I do it..." Lao Yan immediately retorted, "Sit in the first row and eat chalk powder?"

"Okay, old Yan, don't be so secretive..." The other teachers in the office chimed in.

They wondered why the top students with outstanding transcripts transferred from other schools, why they didn't go to the No. [-] Middle School or the Affiliated Middle School, but came to the No. [-] Middle School, which can't compete with anything else except money.

I'm even more curious about how Lao Yan will arrange for such a top student to enter the seventh class of the Devil's Den.

Old Yan groaned. If he had a beard, he would probably have to smooth it out now, "Oh, I put her next to Jiang Cong."

The expressions of the teachers froze instantly: "..."

Listen, it's the sound of broken air.

They almost wanted to give Lao Yan a box of yo-yo plums, and then asked, "Are you okay?"

"Why don't you believe it?" Lao Yan looked left and right, but there was no smile around him.

"Why did you arrange the person next to the demon king? Doesn't this delay him..." A young female teacher said.

"That's right, Jiang Cong doesn't make people feel at ease, so what if he leads the girl into trouble?"

"Old Yan, you... are irresponsible for taking people back, aren't you striving for strength?"

"Hey, I'm wondering, why am I not responsible?" Lao Yan made a big move to fight the Confucianists, "I don't know that kid Jiang Cong better than you? In terms of temper, who can be tougher? My trick is called softness." Shi Shi, do you understand?"

Every teacher:"……"

I know shit...

No one agreed with Lao Yan, everyone changed their homework and wrote lesson plans.

Old Yan took a sip of tea, and murmured silently by himself: "Can you have some confidence in Yiyang's top scorer in the senior high school entrance examination... The appeal of learning is very strong... I believe Xingshen..."

One day, that kid Jiang Cong will definitely be infected by Xingshen's good qualities, and then he will pick up his textbooks and turn his back on it.

As soon as he turned his head, wouldn't Class [-] be saved?
Leaving a silence in the office, Lao Yan himself became more and more satisfied with his thinking, and he smiled happily at the move of hitting the stone softly.

(End of this chapter)