Yan Qinqing stayed up until the end of the morning class, and when she heard the bell for the end of class, the classmates who went to lunch looked back at her with gloating eyes.

Ren Jialin walked to her desk with an indignant face, slapped her hands on the desk, frowned angrily and said, "Why are these people so annoying!"

Yan Qinqing's gaze swept over her hands, and she wanted to say, girl, you have played, don't your hands hurt?

She just smiled faintly and said to Ning Anyan, "You guys go back first." I'll go back on my own in a moment. ”

Ning Anyan smiled slantedly, with a ruffian look, "Yesterday I was waiting for you at the school gate, and I saw a soup chicken." If I hadn't waited for you today, I didn't know what I would have seen. ”

Ren Jialin nodded approvingly, with a thick worry in her eyes, "We'll wait for you, don't be afraid." We're in. ”

Yan Qinqing was about to laugh, we? She really doesn't treat herself as an outsider.

"Well, I'll go first, you guys wait for me at the top of the stairs. Teacher Jia's office is at the end of the corridor, so nothing will happen. Yan Qinqing waved at them casually, signaling you to go first.

Seeing them turn around, pretending to clean up the things on the desks, and glancing at the rest of the people in the classroom leaving, they slowly sorted out their school uniforms, pulled their short skirts, and walked out the door.

Jia Yajuan's office is at the end of the right side of the corridor, and each head teacher is a separate room, a small but elegant office.

In addition to being a class teacher at this school, one person is in charge of at least three classes, which in the words of the principal is to promote healthy competition.

Yan Qinqing knew that the head teacher was actually very busy, so busy that he couldn't hear those gossips at all, and he was alone in the office, busy in the dark.

What can I know? If it weren't for someone to make a small report, Jia Yajuan wouldn't have looked for herself at all.

Who is it? Tell the teacher about this kind of thing when she has nothing to do? She had a vague guess in her heart.

"Song Qingqing. ”

Yan Qinqing lowered her head in the corridor, thinking about whether it was Ren Jialin's complaint, and a cold and beautiful male voice sounded in her ears, a very refreshing voice.

Always listening to Ning Anyan's duck-like rough voice, this voice is like a spiritual spring poured into her body, the warm water heals her, and also meets the needs of voice control.

She turned her head, and Jing Mochen stood at the corner of the next floor of the stairs with a calm face, with a very leisurely posture.

Leaning against the wall, one leg bent, and his hands in his trouser pockets, he was hard to see.

Yan Qinqing tilted his head to look at him, and couldn't see anything in his inky eyes, so he pretended to be puzzled and asked softly, "Something?"

Jing Mochen sneered at her, slowly stood up straight, and asked in a slightly cool voice, "Raised by a rich woman?"

Yan Qinqing didn't answer him, but blinked, looking like he didn't understand what this meant.

"Walk into the house in person?" Jing Mochen ignored her attitude, and said this sentence a little bit of gritted teeth.

Yan Qinqing pretended to take a deep breath helplessly, sighed briefly, stretched out her hands at him, and asked, "Did you go to Teacher Jia to complain?"

This tone action equivalent to default made Jing Mochen slightly stunned, and after a moment, he shook his head, "No." ”

"Then what do you want to tell me? Settle accounts with me? All the words are counted on me, and I am not going to explain anything. If you want to be beaten, you will be scolded. Yan Qinqing showed a very aggrieved but endured expression, there was a faint glint in her eyes, and she couldn't help but tilt her head and not look at him, revealing that she had been wronged.

Jing Mochen saw her like this, and when he heard these words again, he frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and quickly snorted softly, "It's quite clean to shirk." ”

"Whatever you want. It's just because I like you that I seem to be inferior to you. When Yan Qinqing said this, her eyes blinked, as if she wanted to take the light from the bottom of her eyes.

His nose twitched slightly, he gritted his teeth, let his cheeks bulge obviously, took a deep breath, turned around and looked at him with a pretended determined look, "I won't bother you in the future, and fulfill the wishes of your followers! I'm very sorry for everything I did before!"

Yan Qinqing bowed deeply to him, and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry!"

After she said all this, regardless of Jing Mochen's reaction, she turned around quickly, looked out of the corridor, and said in a thick nasal voice: "Teacher Jia is looking for me, I'll go first!"

Jing Mochen said in a very slight voice when she turned around, and waited for her to finish speaking, "I'm sorry." ”

Yan Qinqing didn't know if he was sorry for wronging himself, or sorry for not being able to give back his like, so he pretentiously put on a pretended relaxed appearance, waved his hand without looking back, signaled that it was okay, and replied with a trill, "I should say this." ”

The corners of her mouth curled up slowly when she heard his footsteps coming downstairs.

Compared with the fat face with tears and the pear blossom with rain, it must be a hell and a paradise.

Even if she made a look of grievance and pity today, she couldn't make Jing Mochen's heart shake anything.

But she said that she liked him, which was something that Song Qingqing didn't dare to do.

When a man faces a woman who likes him, no matter how bad that woman is, there is still some pride and pity in his heart.

Yan Qinqing only needs to arouse a little pity from him, wait for her to lose weight successfully, and then come back to counterattack, and the shock will be great.

Now it's just putting himself in the position of the weak, waiting for him to relive it repeatedly, and gradually looking at it all from a strong point of view.

After all, Jing Mochen is just a seventeen-year-old boy, how much love experience does he have?

Even if Yan Qinqing only has Xiao Zexiao's boyfriend, she knows how to get along with men.

In the face of the person you like, you may be afraid and shy, but you can't handle many things and feelings.

But she doesn't like Jing Mochen, if she wants to take down someone she doesn't like, it will be much easier.

She rubbed her eyes, rubbed them a little red, walked to the door of the office with heavy steps, pinched the corner of her clothes with one hand, knocked on the door with the other, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Report." ”

"Come in. ”

Yan Qinqing was a little uneasy when she entered the door, bowed politely to Jia Yajuan, closed the door gently, and stood in front of her, "Teacher Jia." ”

"You know what I'm looking for you for, right?" Jia Yajuan's expression was very serious, even stern, and there was a little impatience in her eyes, and she tried to hold it back.

Yan Qinqing shook her head at her with an innocent face, rubbed the corners of her clothes helplessly with her hands, and stood in front of her with a slight hunchback, "I don't know." But when I came to class in the morning, I felt that something was wrong. Did something happen?"

"What's going on? Talking nonsense about the rights and wrongs of your classmates, do you dare to say that you dare to admit it?" Jia Yajuan snorted coldly, slapped the pen on the table with the tip of her fingers, and rubbed the corners of her forehead, looking like she had a headache.

"High school! What an important time, how can your mind never be right?"