She is soft on my heart

Chapter 9 Bitten a Finger
The monitor on duty maintained discipline, and a few boys pushed and made noise to leave.

There is a joke in the "hee hee haha": "I forgot that Brother Cong has a family next to him now, so I can't just drop by in the future hahaha..."

The voice was not too loud, and it just fell into the ears of the two people who were already silent here.

Li Xingchen: "."

Jiang Cong: "."

A few seconds later, Jiang Cong "coughed" and caught a glimpse of the little deskmate's ears stained red.

Another "cough".

No, it's fine for the little girl to be shy easily, why is he so awkward?
Hang out with these guys every day, never heard anything nasty
Jiang Cong touched the back of his head a little uncomfortably, fixed his eyes on the redness for a while, and then turned to the man and said, "If you don't know how to fucking speak, please speak less."

The words were fierce, but he was smiling, and it sounded inexplicably paradoxical and subtle.

The boy let out an ooh, but the others didn't pay much attention to it.

Li Xingchen took out the book, his ears became redder.

After a full meal at noon, I feel very sleepy. The class is still frying for a second, and then I lie down on the bed in a blink of an eye. There is not much sound of flipping books.

After Li Xingchen finished writing the math exercises, she closed the book, not thinking about what to do next, she stood still for a while, then slowly turned her head and looked to the side.

Jiang Cong slept very quietly, and his posture was also very fixed. The arm resting on his head crossed the edge of the table, his hand hung down, his wrist bone protruded, and the other arm wrapped around the back of his neck, covering most of his face.

Only the dark eyebrows, thin eyelids, and long and thick eyelashes are exposed.

His outline is sharp and clear, and he is that kind of rigid and cold. He feels ruffian when he smiles, but he has an innate aura when he is not smiling, strong, indifferent, and not easy to get close to.

Those long and narrow eyes, the corners of the eyes are sharp and sharp, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, the color of the pupils is like lacquer, and the depth is like a whirlpool, mysterious and inviting to pry, but also makes people afraid to take half a step forward.

Coupled with this hair-washing hairstyle, no manga can draw such a standard bad school bully.

Li Xingchen blinked his eyes twice, and found that he... seemed to look better the closer he was.

Jiang Cong naturally knew nothing about the peeking at the tablemate.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he only remembered that the second before he fell asleep, the cover of his little deskmate's homework book seemed to flash through his mind.

Name: Li Xingchen
Remember this time.

The moment Jiang Cong lay down to sleep, Li Xingshen would never have thought that seeing him raise his head again would be the last class in the afternoon.

Other people's sleep is a lunch break, and his sleep is a round of rest, the cycle of reincarnation.

Nap in the morning, nap in the middle of the day, nap in the afternoon, several times in between, Li Xingchen wondered if he passed out from sleep.

"Jiang Cong fell asleep?" Even Ru Ling felt strange, and asked Yang Lang while making up the notes from the last class: "Why did he go last night?"

"What?" Yang Lang was playing the game and didn't pay attention. He looked up and saw the unconsciousness in front of him, "Oh, there were a lot of people in the club last night. When I left after one o'clock, the group of people were still in high spirits. Lao Yi is not here. He probably spent the whole night. Didn't sleep."

After hearing this, Ru Ling shook her head, it's not easy to be a boss.
Not long after the two finished talking, Jiang Cong woke up. He moved his curled fingers on the back of his neck, and slowly sat up.

Maybe he slept for too long, he frowned slightly, pinched the base of his nose, looked ahead, and let go without saying a word.

Li Xing and Shen Yuguang noticed that he was awake, and he was relieved.

What she was worried about was that if he didn't wake up after school later, how she could get out would still be a problem.

After a few minutes, his mind was a little clearer, Jiang Cong leaned back against the table, turned his head and asked Yang Lang: "What class is this?"

His voice was always low, but now he just woke up, tired and hoarse, especially scratching his ears.

Yang Lang replied: "The last section."

Jiang Cong turned his head, looking thoughtful, maybe he finally remembered something.

Then, he picked up the geography book in front of him and opened it directly from the back.

"Thorn-"

He tore out a blank page at the back of the textbook.

The last class is usually self-study. Although there are whispers in the class that cannot distinguish the direction, the overall atmosphere is quite quiet. When this sound comes out, many people twist their necks and look back.

Li Xing lowered his head to do his homework, and rolled his eyes when he heard the sound, and quietly glanced to the side.

I was quite calm, staring at the blank page after tearing it off, put my hand aside, and pressed down on the knuckle of my index finger with my thumb, making a "click".

Li Xing followed his gaze, looked at the piece of paper, and understood something.

He wants to write a review, and he has no paper.

Li Xingshen was speechless for a while, and really didn't even have the most basic paper when he came to school.

She quietly looked away, and was about to continue doing her homework, but suddenly remembered that he didn't have a pen either.

How did he write it?
From the humanitarian point of view of her deskmate, Li Xingshen felt that she should hand over a pen.

But if there is no paper, he can solve it by himself, and if he doesn't have a pen, it must not be a problem, Li Xing thought to himself.

Just when she was wondering whether to borrow his pen, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the person who had been standing still for a while moving.

Jiang Cong slowly bent his arm and moved his hand upwards. The position of the index finger seemed to be placed near his lips.

What is he going to do?

At noon, I accidentally heard Jiang Quan's words when he urged him to hand in the self-criticism.

"Even if you take toilet paper and bite your finger to write, you have to hand in the self-criticism to me before school is over tonight!"

Bite and write with your fingers.

No way? !

Li Xing was startled, and without hesitation, he hastily stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't—"

Jiang Cong was wearing a school uniform jacket, and his wide sleeves were pulled tightly.

The strength was quite strong, his entire upper body tilted to that side, and his hand was pulled from his lips.

Jiang Cong looked over in bewilderment, with the lingering laziness of an afternoon's sleep still in his eyes.

A small face a little bigger than a palm was stuck in front of his eyes.

The girl's eyes are as bright as stars, her eyelashes are long, slightly curled up naturally, her outline is soft, her facial features are small and delicate, with a touch of greenness and immaturity.

Unspeakably clean.

But at this moment, the little deskmate's blushing lips were slightly parted, her slender eyebrows were furrowed, and she looked at him in disbelief.

It was as if he had done such a stupid and shameful thing.

The two frowned at each other.

While continuing to pull his sleeve down, Li Xingchen found a pen from the table, handed it to him, and persuaded him earnestly: "I have a pen, don't bite it."

Jiang Cong: ".?"

He didn't understand, and looked down at the pen she handed over, and the little hand holding his sleeve tightly. Her skin was very white, and the tiny blood vessels on the back of her hand were clearly visible.

The air was silent for a few seconds, Jiang Cong came out of the desk pocket with the other hand, held a black marker pen in his hand, and stretched out his hand to her as if showing off, "I have it too."

Li Xingchen: "."

"Are you showing off that you have a pen?" Ru Ling suddenly asked like a ghost, and then she stretched out her pen and pushed Yang Lang.

Yang Lang just finished playing another game. Seeing this posture, he picked up a pen and leaned over without thinking, "What's wrong?"

Li Xingchen looked at the four pens for a while, and reacted slowly, let go of his school uniform, and slowly sat upright as if nothing had happened, and lowered his head.

An overwhelming embarrassment.

Putting it on someone else, she certainly wouldn't believe that someone would really bite off her finger.

But the intuition at that moment was that her deskmate might not be.

Because he doesn't look like a normal person.

(End of this chapter)