Chapter 33

"Well, well, I said! I said not yet! I got a shooting competition in that game hall. The first prize is the kind that a Hulk can't buy with limited money, so I thought... Hey, hey..."

"Do you like Hulk?"

"It's not me, it's Ling Xuan. He likes to collect multiple links. I want to win it back and give it to him."

"So, you want me to help you shoot and win the prize for Ling Xuan?"

"Can you?" Jiang Han's eyes lit up.

“No。”

“……”

Jiang Fuyue walked all the way, and Jiang Han chased him all the way. When he reached the corner, he turned down the stairs, but Jiang Fuyue suddenly stopped.

Jiang Han seemed to see hope and catch up, panting but smiling brightly: "sister Yue, I knew you --"

In the middle of his speech, he stopped suddenly.

At the end of the stairs, the girl with long hair and shawl half leaned against the boy's chest and was saying something coyly. From the perspective of Jiang Han, she could just see her crimson neck, as if covered with a layer of rouge.

The boy slightly lowered his head, held the girl's thin shoulders with both hands, and his eyes were gentle.

Jiang Han pursed his lips, and a faint loss appeared at the bottom of his eyes. The smile that was going to bloom gradually converged, and finally disappeared.

"Now you still want to send him to do it?" Jiang Fuyue hissed and stepped down.

The sound of footsteps startled the two hugging people. The girl looked up in a hurry like a frightened bird. Ling Xuan also looked at it, and her eyes touched Jiang Fuyue, which was subtle immediately.

Jiang Fuyue, who startled a pair of mandarin ducks, looked straight at them and walked down.

Jiang Han reacted and caught up with Ling Xuan. When he passed by, the dull discomfort was gradually disappearing.

They came and went in a hurry, and soon disappeared.

Ling Xuan and Lin Yao were left standing in place, maintaining a "close posture" and speechless for a long time.

"... stand firm?" the boy said faintly.

"Stand, stand firm." Lin Yao held the wall with one hand, but his frown inadvertently revealed a trace of pain.

"Well." Ling Xuan stopped and stepped back. "I've called Uncle Lin. the driver should be here by now. I'll go down and have a look. You wait here."

With that, he tried to leave.

"Brother Xuan!"

Ling Xuan's feet stagnated.

Lin Yao looked at his back and said, "thank you for taking me to the infirmary. What I said just now... Are all true words. You also have that feeling for me, don't you?"

"... tomorrow I'll ask for leave from school and have a good rest." then he strode away.

Disappointment flashed in Lin Yao's eyes, and there was a trace of... Doubt.

Mingming was not like this before. Even before they were interrupted, the atmosphere between them was still very good. Lin Yao was even 100% sure that Ling Xuan would accept her confession.

But

Why did it change in the blink of an eye?

Ling Xuan's eyes and attitude

Thanks to this scene, Jiang Han finally gave up the idea of pulling her to participate in the shooting game.

Of course, Jiang Fuyue won't agree.

During the day on Saturday, she soaked in the pancake stand and was mainly responsible for collecting money.

Jiang Xiaodi is about to take the junior high school entrance examination. Recently, he has stayed at home to read and write questions and concentrate on preparing for the exam.

At the same time, Ling Xuan, who was practicing the piano in the room, played the wrong sound one after another. He pulled down the cover of the piano impatiently.

"Young master, madam told you to visit Miss Lin at Lin's house today. The gift is ready to be put in the trunk. When do you think you'll leave?"

"No."

"But..."

"I say no, go, don't you understand?"

The servant's scalp was numb: "if your wife asks..."

"I'll explain to her."

……

Yi CI is sitting in a well decorated modeling studio, looking left and right in the mirror and looking at all kinds of things.

"All right? Why is it so slow?"

"Yi Shao, you've dyed your hair. You should know it takes time. Fortunately, it's much easier to dye black this time than the last time. It'll be fine soon."

"Then what... You can cut my hair a little cooler later."

Uh!

"How cool is it?"

Yi CI thought, "it's the kind that can be liked."

"Do elders like it?"

“……”

When the stylist saw his speechless appearance, he had a flash of inspiration: "I see. Please girls."

Yi CI raised his chin in the mirror.

He said his hair was ugly, hum!

Wait, go to school on Monday, handsome girl has a bloody face!

……

Zhong Ziang slept in the sun for three poles and was called up by Liu Ma for lunch.

"... don't make any noise, let me sleep... Just a minute..."

"Young master, sir has been waiting for you in the dining room."

"!" Zhong Ziang sat up.

Five minutes later, the dining room.

Adhering to the rule of "food without words", Zhong Ziang just bowed his head and planed rice.

Sitting opposite was Xie Dingyuan, who was not in a hurry. His posture of holding chopsticks was very precious.

Zhong Ziang was stunned for a moment.

Until the end of the meal, his eyes still stuck to Xie Dingyuan.

Remembering the crazy scene of those celebrities in the imperial capital flocking to their old uncle and putting flowers upside down, Zhong Ziang looked more and more focused, as if he wanted to see a flower.

Xie Dingyuan couldn't bear it. It's almost half an hour since dinner.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"... uncle, let me ask you something."

"Say."

"What kind of boys would a fierce and Biao girl like?"

“？”

Zhong Ziang shrunk his neck: "what do you think of me like that?"

Xie Dingyuan thought of the peach blossom debt he had incurred in the imperial capital. He couldn't help but frown and his eyes suddenly cooled: "who do you like?"

Zhong Ziang didn't recognize the coldness in his words. His mind was full of scenes of Jiang Fuyue sweating and shooting, his small waist and long legs

It's amazing!

Even his own unconscious smile slowly climbed to the corner of his mouth: "that's what... The one who beat me last time."

Xie Dingyuan: "

"Uncle, I want to chase her!"

"What's wrong with your brain?

Zhong Ziang stood up, "I'm going out to buy new clothes. That kind of ferocious girl probably likes such a gentle scum as you, shirt, trousers, leather shoes and tie. By the way, I have to match a pair of gold rimmed flat lenses, perfect!"

Then he rushed upstairs like the wind, changed his clothes, rushed down again and left.

Xie Dingyuan sat on the sofa, rubbing his chin with one hand, his eyes deep.

He's such a... Gentle scum?

Oh!

……

This Saturday, the students relax, but the teacher is still working overtime.

"Lao Xu, how much is left in your math group?"

"Four stacks."

"OK, fast enough! Every time I change the paper, I wonder why I'm not a math teacher? Otherwise, physics and chemistry are OK, but I'm a Chinese teacher. I'm dizzy with this composition..."

"Chinese is normal..." Xu Jing looked at the time. "It's almost twelve o'clock. Let's go to lunch first. Lao Meng, let's go."

"Wait, don't argue." Meng Zhijian didn't lift his head, and the red pen in his hand was drawn quickly.

Xu Jing walked over, "what are you doing? Concentrate like this..."

Before the words fell, Meng Zhijian brushed and stood up. His expression was excited and his eyes lit up: "come out!"

"What's coming out?"

"Score! The first full score in history!"