She is soft on my heart

Chapter 5 What is the name of the star?
"Hey, who are you?"

Li Xing Shen fell to Jiang Cong for the last time, turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw the elegant and elegant back table with short hair around his ears.

Her bangs were in a mess, and there were still a few marks on her face that were necessary for sleeping on her stomach. There was a strange puzzlement in her eyes.

Li Xingchen showed a standard smile, and introduced himself first, but Ru Ling was stunned the moment she turned her head, and only shrunk to capture the word transfer.

Oh hoo, this transfer student is a bit too pretty...

Staring at it like this is too idiotic, Ru Ling blinked and came back to her senses, noticed Jiang Cong's high stack of books on the table, and asked her wonderingly: "What are you doing?"

Li Xingchen was stunned for a moment, glanced at the table, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I'm... making an apology."

Not only to apologize, but also to make an apology for her offensive behavior.

Ru Ling: "?"

She stayed up late last night to catch up on dramas and catch up on sleep after class, so she didn't join in the fun, and was about to speak again when the class bell disturbed her at an inopportune time.

The Chinese teacher walked in, and the noise in the class was slightly reduced.

Li Xingchen showed her the new book, then turned around, tidied up the book that helped to write the name, and put it back on the table.

26 times, Jiang Cong.

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that the ceremony was over.

On the podium, the Chinese teacher asked to take out the textbooks. Li Xingchen hadn't gone to pick up the missing textbooks yet, so he could only take out a notebook to attend the class.

Looking at her upright back, Ru Ling from behind made a sharp turn with the hand that was stretched out to pat her shoulder, and then retracted it.

After thinking about it, she chose to take out her mobile phone to harass Yang Lang.

Stinky Ball: [The new classmate came during the big break? 】

Ru Ling guessed that they should go to play, and the possibility of replying to the message in a short time is unlikely, so he kept poking the emoji in boredom.

After 25 minutes, Yang Lang, who was taking a break, fell into deep thought when he saw the huge red mark of "276" on WeChat.

Black coal ball: [Fuck, are you poisonous? 】

Even after he finished posting this sentence, it was posted in the blink of an eye.

The formation of emoji packs was disrupted, and Ru Ling instantly straightened his head and sent the copied question again.

Black Coal Ball: [Yes, you performed a snoring symphony as soon as people came]

Ru Ling: "..."

She sent an emoji with cute baby eyes: [What do I think she wrote in Jiang Cong's book, what kind of compensation? 】

The information here jumped out, Yang Lang was taken aback for a moment, and then decisively shouted to the field in surprise: "Brother Cong! The new classmate really wrote you a name!"

The basketball court of the No. [-] Middle School is set up indoors, and the place is very large. The sound of basketball slapping and running and rubbing is hurried and mixed.

Jiang Cong changed into a white sports jersey, looking clean and fresh. He dribbled the ball quickly and took the lead. When running, the jersey was raised backwards, outlining the unique and neat body line of a teenager.

With a coherent and handsome fake move in the siege, the basketball drew an arc, and with a bang, the three-pointer perfectly entered the frame.

After the ball hit the ground, Jiang Cong made a pause gesture, panting slightly, and walked towards Yang Lang.

Beads of sweat flowed down the smooth jaw line. He lifted the corner of his clothes and wiped it off indiscriminately, revealing a thin but not thin waist, with well-textured abdominal muscles looming.

There was an uncontrollable scream.

Jiang Cong walked up to Yang Lang as if he had never heard of it, and asked with a frown, "What?"

After he finished speaking, he picked up ice water and poured it on his head. His neck was sweaty after exercising, and his Adam's apple had a clear arc, moving up and down.

"I said I'm new here. It's just your tablemate who really helped you write your name. Tsk, that girl looks good." Yang Lang pointed at the screen of his mobile phone, and just as he was talking, Ru Ling's next message came out. up.

Stinky Ball: [You keep interrupting me, I forgot the most important thing, what's her name? 】

This question really caught him. Yang Lang frowned and thought about it, and typed out three words: You have no mouth

Immediately he thought of something again, raised his head and asked Jiang Cong who was beside him: "What's the name of your deskmate?"

Jiang glanced at him sideways from the end of his eyes, and kept pouring water.

After filling the whole bottle of ice water, he squeezed the body of the bottle and threw it aside, opened his mouth: "..."

What is the little stutter called?

Jiang Cong raised his hand over the short hair stubble on his head, lowered his eyes, and the air in all directions showed the silence of someone in deep thought.

In an instant, she squatted beside her legs and looked up at him innocently, her little face flushed with unexplainable anxiety, the moment she looked towards her across the classroom, and her vigilant timidity look...

Hold.

How did he remember it so clearly?
And... all the fucking faces are remembered, where's the name?
Yang Lang looked at his expression: "...You have amnesia? Didn't you take the bibliography to look at the name? Oh...you read it..."

Jiang Cong was still thinking, and hummed absently.

Yang Lang: "..."

It's quite generous to admit it, so you say...

"Forget it, don't expect you to remember any girl's name, I'll let the stinky balls go by themselves..."

"Wait a minute," before Yang Lang could say the last word "ask", Jiang Cong interrupted suddenly, raised his eyelids and looked at him, "It seems... what is the name of Xing."

Yang Lang: "..."

Compared with this answer, he still added a question mark after the edited three words and sent it.

Black coal ball: [You have no mouth? 】

Ru Ling: "..."

The limbs of this black briquette are getting more and more degraded, and it took 10 minutes to type three words and a punctuation mark.

He had no choice but to stay dry for a while longer, and when the bell rang, Ru Ling jumped to Li Xingchen's side and started communicating enthusiastically.

"Beautiful classmate, did you transfer from a local foreign school, or..."

Li Xingshen stopped writing, with a habit of smiling, "I came from Yiyang."

"Ah? So far away..." Ru Ling was a little surprised, and patted her chest again a second later, "It's okay, just come to me if you don't feel comfortable in the future!"

Li Xingshen looked at the frail girl in front of him, speaking with a kind of boldness and enthusiasm, and the corners of his mouth curved a bit deeper.

The way she responds to this enthusiasm is by answering questions.

The exchange of investigation and residence registration lasted until the class, when Ru Ling carried out the most important part of exchanging names and returned to her seat.

Ru Ling is an acquaintance of pure blood, especially when it comes to beauties, his flair for flirting is top-notch. For the next half day, he took the initiative to eat with Li Xingchen, gave her snacks between classes, and told her a lot Notes from class.

For a long time, with the label of being a quiet and obedient student, coupled with his quiet and introverted personality, Li Xingchen has always been a loner. In a fixed environment, everyone has fixed partners, and few people break out of these small circles balance.

Therefore, she was a little overwhelmed by the kindness that was about to overflow from the first meeting, and wanted to respond equally, but she still seemed a little restrained.

After school in the evening, Ru Ling put on her schoolbag and waved to her, "Xing Xing, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Li Xingchen is a dormitory student, and there is one more evening self-study.

After a round of exuberant day students were dismissed from school, the bell for the last evening self-study rang for a long time before the class calmed down again.

The classroom, where most of the people are gone, is extraordinarily spacious, with only the sparse rustling of flipping books, making it even quieter.

Li Xingchen looked at the exercises, but the speed of writing gradually slowed down, and finally stopped the tip of the pen, and she looked at the empty space next to her.

Jiang 26 skipped class for a day.

(End of this chapter)