She is soft on my heart

Chapter 43 The Bully Follows the Good

A C makes the history teacher so happy that he sheds tears for you. After teaching this class for such a long time, it can be regarded as a bit of hope.

It also made the whole class breathe a sigh of relief, mainly because of the air pressure in the class just now, I was really afraid that Mr. Jiang would be upset and leave the table.

"Then can you explain why you chose C?" Poirot didn't think too much, and asked in accordance with his usual habits.

Jiang Cong frowned, maybe thinking that this was not obvious, he replied quickly: "Because I didn't choose ABD."

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A row of crows flew over the classroom in unison.

There's nothing wrong with what Brother Jiang said.

Poirot's smile froze slightly, "Then why didn't you choose ABD?"

Jiang Cong said: "It doesn't match the meaning of the title."

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The row of crows turned around and flew back neatly.

It seems that everything has been said, and it seems that nothing has been said.

At this point, Poirot was already in tears.

How wonderful!This kid has already grasped the essence of the liberal arts, and has the potential to be a blockbuster!

In fact, until he sat down, Jiang Cong didn't know which question it was.

After sitting down, his condition obviously improved, but Li Xingchen still felt that he was gray and depressed.

Li Xingshen couldn't help feeling a little sympathy and guilt in his heart. If he knew that she stopped him while he was playing with his mobile phone, otherwise he wouldn't be scolded like this by the teacher.

I don't know what to scold, it makes people so depressed.

But it stands to reason that playing with a mobile phone is not so serious to Jiang Cong
While thinking wildly, a light flashed in his mind, and Li Xingshen suddenly remembered his gaze that looked forward to being praised in the morning.

Emotional outbursts are all caused by a little bit of backlog. Li Xingshen was rarely distracted in class, and used the last 5 minutes of class to come to a conclusion——Jiang Cong was at fault for doing this.

So after class, Li Xingshen carefully poked Jiang Cong who was in a daze.

Jiang moved his half-drowned eyelashes slightly, and turned his head to look at her.

Li Xingchen also looked at him, his eyes were full of sincerity, and he said softly, "Jiang Cong, you are very handsome."

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Seeing his disbelieving expression, Li Xing pondered for a while, then raised his arm and stretched it out in front of him, and slowly gave him a thumbs up.

Would this be more believable?

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Jiang Cong stared at her blankly for a moment, then his eyes fell on her white, tender and delicate thumb, and suddenly the corner of his mouth raised a very shallow arc, "Expand and talk?"

"Um"

"Um"

Li Xingchen gradually withdrew his hand, raised his chin slightly, looked up at 45 degrees in the air and tried hard to think, "Well, how should I say it?"

Jiang Cong: "."

He is so handsome?
Suddenly, Li Xingshen's eyes lit up, and then Jiang Cong heard her sweet and soft voice: "I think you are like a bully today, you are very handsome."

Jiang Cong: "."

It sounds a bit awkward to say this, but the key point is that her pair of dark eyes flickered, making her seem fucking sincere.

"Li Xingchen." After staring at her for a few moments, Jiang Cong's thin lips curved slightly, "Are you making me happy?"

Li Xingchen was taken aback by the question, paused for a few seconds, and his face suddenly became tangled.

She didn't know if she was trying to make him happy, and it was a little strange to say that she was making him happy. She didn't say anything, and turned around and lay down in front of the desk, but after thinking about it, she felt the same.

Jiang Cong smiled lightly, just when he thought she would not answer, he saw the little girl turned her head quietly, her long and slightly raised eyelashes fluttered twice, and the corners of her eyes slightly curved, "Then, are you happier now? "

Just at that second, Jiang Cong suddenly felt something light and soft swept across his heart, causing a slight tremor, and then his heart beat inexplicably.

This inexplicable feeling seems to have some healing power.

Maybe it was her mistake, but Jiang Cong was really cute to death by her.

He stared at her fixedly, and closed his palms together. The lingering softness seemed to be still there. In the next second, his brain might be disconnected. Suddenly, he stretched out his long arm and held it. her little hands.

Both of them trembled violently.

Li Xingchen's eyes were a little flustered, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face, he forgot to pull out his hand for a moment, and asked in a daze, "You, what are you doing?"

Happy is happy, unhappy is unhappy, why touch her hand?
Realizing what he had done, Jiang Cong let go of his hand suddenly, his knuckles were slightly protruding, and his slender fingers trembled slightly.

Jiang Cong's eyes flashed an uncommon guilty conscience, but seeing the little girl's fair cheeks gradually turn red, he calmed down, retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and naturally played his old job, "You eat me in class. Tofu, I'll ask for it back."

Li Xingchen: "???"

Can I ask him to say it again? ? ?

"Mine." What Li Xingchen wanted to say was, her purpose was clearly to give him an answer, so how could he beat him back?

It's like the same table version of Farmer and Snake.He is unreasonable.

Li Xingshen's face was puffy, and he didn't say anything for a long time. According to his logic, "Then I'll just touch you at most, just lightly."

Jiang Cong pursed his lower lip and couldn't help laughing, and said "ah" in a dragged tone, "It's really a bit heavy."

Li Xing glared at him, which had no deterrent effect at all.

"Then what should we do?" A deep laughter overflowed from his throat, and Jiang Cong opened his hand to send it over, discussing with her: "Why don't you touch it back?"

Li Xingchen's good temper was almost worn out, so he raised his hand and slapped him on the palm in a fit of anger, turned around and stopped talking, and the strength of his pen became a little heavier.

This person is really, why can't he neutralize his mood?

One is angry and the other is laughing.

In the back row, Observer Ru rested his face in his hands, moved closer to Observer Yang's head, and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel after seeing it?"

Yang Lang stared at his brother Cong's handsome back of the head, and made a high evaluation that is unique in the industry: "I found that brother Cong is really self-taught when it comes to playing hooligans. He is very talented and can reach the sky in one step."

He wondered: "He wasn't like this before. Brother Cong used to be a masculine man. He would stare back if the hen looked at him any more."

Ru Ling suddenly came to Yang Lang, "I have an inspiration for my comics!"

As she spoke, she took out her sketchbook and began to draw lines.

It can be regarded as knowing why Xingchen and Xingye are like brother and sister, because the first two are the official match!
Anything can be wrong, CP can't be wrong, inspiration comes and can't be stopped, and the manuscript paper keeps rustling.

"Sure enough, this subtle distance between the same table is the easiest way to breed the buds of love." Yang Lang, master of youth philosophy, was full of emotion.

Ru Ling slowed down, looked sideways at the subtle distance between him and Yang Lang, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Yang Lang seemed to have realized it, he smiled, and hooked Ru Ling's shoulder like a good brother, "We are very pure."

Ru Ling let out a heck, saying that it's good to say you know, but Yang Lang had to draw his sword, "After all, I don't like men either."

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Listen carefully, there seems to be something ringing from the back of the classroom.

Oh, it was Master Yang's scream.

(End of this chapter)