Chapter 697

No. 1 middle school playground.

Senior three has been empty, and other grades are also sprinting to the end of the term.

Looking around, there was no one.

Jiang Fuyue and Ling Xuan successfully passed the gate guard uncle and entered the school.

The two sat in the stands, shaded by trees and cool wind.

Jiang Fuyue: "what can I do for you?"

Lingxuan didn't answer, and looked straight into the distance, "which university are you going to apply to?"

"Mingda."

The young man was stunned. Doubts flashed in his eyes. It took a long time to react what "Mingda" was.

"Qiming university?"

"Yes."

"Are you kidding?" Ling Xuan's first reaction was absurd.

The first "pheasant university" in China and the notorious "shame of colleges and universities"?

With Jiang Fuyue's achievements, it is impossible to record there!

As soon as he tightened his mouth, his eyes flashed gloomily: "if you don't want to say it, forget it."

Jiang Fuyue didn't explain whether Aixin believed it or not.

Ling Xuan: "I... May go abroad."

"Congratulations."

Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly turned his head and looked at her with sharp and complex eyes.

Jiang Fuyue: "

Seeing that she didn't know why, the mood in the young man's eyes turned into sadness and depression, but he became angry and unwilling the next second.

Jiang Fuyue was even more at a loss.

She just said "Congratulations". As for such a big reaction?

"Ah..." Ling Xuan smiled bitterly, "are you sincere?"

"Of course. The atmosphere of foreign universities is relatively open. If you want more practice opportunities and exercise your personal ability, going abroad will be a good choice. Especially in enterprise management, foreign countries have more advanced..."

Jiang Fuyue, proceeding from the actual situation and in an objective and neutral attitude, analyzed the benefits of going abroad, which is called a clear logic and clear organization.

But lingxuan's expression seems... More angry?

"Jiang Fuyue - you just want me to go abroad? Don't give up at all or say a word to stay?"

The girl's expression was inexplicable: "isn't it your own decision to go abroad? What's' I want '? As for what you say' don't give up 'and' retain ', I'm not related to you. I have neither a position nor the right to show such emotion."

"No relatives or friends? Good... Good..." Ling Xuan nodded angrily. "They all said that people have long flesh, but your heart is harder than a stone!"

"Jiang Fuyue, I don't believe you can't see it. I like you! Even if you say 'don't go, China is also very good' today, I will not hesitate to refuse to go abroad and apply to the same university with you!"

"But what did you say? Oh... You said congratulations? I'm so out of your sight?"

It wasn't like this before!

She will silently follow him and quietly walk with him.

In a class of PE class, I would sneak out of class and pretend to sit in the stands and play with my mobile phone. In fact, I was looking at him secretly.

Will give him more time to look back and pay attention every time he passes by.

Will respond with shy, happy, sweet eyes.

Will summon up the courage to hand him a love letter and blurt out "I like you"

But now she is not as good to him as Zhong Ziang and Yi CI. She is cold and alienated, polite and not close enough, even though they have participated in two discipline competitions together and won awards from domestic training to abroad.

"Why?" Ling Xuanhong stared, her cheeks tightened and her eyes forbeared.

"Because - I don't like you." the girl's words were resolute and cruel.

But even so ruthless, lingxuan also felt that she was so beautiful that she was shocked.

I fell in love with the way you don't love me, which is an unsolvable problem.

Ling Xuan gently pulled the corners of his mouth and said in a cool voice, "just as you don't like Zhong Ziang and Yi CI?"

Jiang Fuyue's eyes were deep, and he was finally willing to look at him: "sure enough, they confessed one after another. You encouraged them?"

"Encourage?" Ling Xuan's mouth was bitter and his smile was astringent. "In your eyes, I am such a villain? I just told them not to go crazy with wine, find a suitable place, create a romantic atmosphere and say what they want to say. This is confession."

Jiang Fuyue: "you're throwing stones and asking for directions."

Let Zhong Ziang and Yi CI be the cannon fodder to find out her attitude and ideas.

I used all the shopping malls. Ling Xuan

Say he is smart, really smart, even scheming; But the practice is too ruthless and extreme.

Zhong Ziang and Yi Ci's "like" is an available tool in his eyes, and such people often lack empathy.

After all, the pattern is too small.

But——

Jiang Fuyue: "since you know that Zhong Ziang and Yi CI failed, you should know my attitude. Why do you say it?"

If you probably know you will fail, you shouldn't try easily.

He is as clever as he can not understand this truth.

But "people who understand" did "things they don't understand".

A bitter smile penetrated the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and lingxuan raised a self mocking radian at the corners of his mouth: "you look up to me too much. I'm not as rational and calm as you think."

Knowing that Zhong Ziang and Yi CI were rejected, he was secretly happy and worried.

If she confessed, would she accept it? Or is it as simple and decisive as rejecting the first two?

The probability of acceptance and rejection accounts for 50% respectively.

Just for this 50%, under the premise of clearly feeling bad, he chose to confess and say out loud the words "I like you".

Yes, he easily calculated Zhong Ziang and Yi CI. He was clever, he was green tea, he was immoral!

But he couldn't control himself.

This is what teenagers like when they know they can't do it. They are brave and fearless. Even if they know they lose, they will choose to do it.

Ling Xuan: "I'm not noble, but I'm not as mean as you think."

Jiang Fuyue is silent.

He smiled and murmured, "but I'm noble or mean. You don't seem to care..."

Because I don't like it.

Ling Xuan blinked and looked up at the sky.

The fog that surged up in front of me was pushed back in an instant, but the fog was still dense in the bottom of my eyes. Pride did not allow it to turn into tears.

I knew it would be such a result. What can I despair of?