I looked at the boy with extremely small arms, who was crooked at the moment, with a disdainful face, and snorted coldly without thinking about it, probably because he was used to my coldness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info didn't care at all and turned his head and continued to add ink, "You have been quite close to Song Zhun recently, do you know a little eyebrows?"

The front table asked again, because the pen in my hand didn't finish absorbing the ink, and then dripped onto my arm, it was cool. I gritted my teeth, looked at the ink on my hand with displeasure, and then raised my eyes to look at the table in front of me, but the kid didn't even apologize, and turned to me with his thin back.

Putting down the bag in disappointment, I frowned tightly, rubbed the ink with my fingers, and got up and walked out the door.

When I entered the door, I actually forgot that Song Zhun and Lin Zimo were standing outside the door, looking at me in a friendly manner, and Lin Zimo even took the initiative to say hello, "Jiang Nian, hello!"

I suddenly looked up, instinctively looking at the inexplicable attitude with my mouth slightly open.

I didn't want the other party to be more surprised than me, and my pupils widened when I saw my strange eyes for a long time before I explained with a smile: "That, it's nothing, I was just fascinated by your appearance." ”

"Huh?" I stared at her in disbelief, thinking that this woman's heart was big enough to say such things in front of Song Zhun. What does she mean to see how I react?

So in Lin Zimo's embarrassed smile, he turned his head to look at Song Zhun, but this person was even more inexplicable, and he looked at me more exaggerated than Lin Zimo.

As the saying goes, what kind of person is worthy of what kind of person, just look at it this way, these two people are really a match made in heaven.

I coped with it and laughed twice and went to the toilet, I felt ridiculous all the way, not only what happened just now, but also Song Zhun clearly said that Lin Zimo was not his girlfriend, and the relationship between the two was so crooked, sure enough, Song Zhun couldn't believe what people like Song Zhun said.

I rinsed the ink off my hands under the faucet, washed my face, and didn't want to go out of the door when I ran into the grumbling kid from the undercover, my eyes widened, and I bumped into my shoulder very unhappily, and went straight inside.

I smiled helplessly, a ghost like an undercover agent who is afraid of death is only assigned a little whining and dare not move the real character. Although he didn't necessarily have a hand to do it, so his choice to endure it was clear.

When I returned to the classroom, I saw that the bread I had gnawed on the table was gone, but there was an extra box of biscuits for no reason.

Seeing from afar that it was actually a favorite flavor and brand, he happily walked over and picked up the biscuits, and patted the shoulder of the front table without thinking about it, "Thank you, you kid has a conscience." ”

At the front table, there was a veiled denial, "This live Lei Feng is not me, although I heard you say thank you and listened to the surprise." ”

I twisted my head from the front table with a grim expression, "What the hell, it's better not to let me see your face today." ”

In fact, when the word live Lei Feng was mentioned at the front table, I expected who it was, but unfortunately the other party was not in the classroom, so I could only sit and wait for him to come back.

As a result, when I finished eating, the preparatory bell rang again, and the other side walked in through the door. During the time I passed, I looked at it a few times, and finally found the last cookie left in the hand of the front table.

I still remember that his face darkened almost instantly, causing me to snicker in my heart, in the eyes of Lei Feng, as long as good things are done, no one can eat the same, what does he want to do now?

Then what I couldn't have imagined was that this person who could not be blasphemed in the eyes of girls and was a rival in love with boys would follow me after school and would not want to let me go when he got on the bus. Although we are going home in the same direction and not far away, the appearance that you sneak away from me and dare not approach is your fault.

So I pretended not to see him, and got off the train one stop early, without giving him the slightest chance to follow me for a legitimate reason. When the bus drove past me, he pulled the corners of his mouth with a smug smile.

Walking slowly along the street, it took more than ten minutes to turn into the alley and get downstairs.

Even if his eyes widened and then turned from surprise to resistance, I couldn't believe that Song Zhun was standing in front of the iron gate downstairs of my house at the moment, his straight body was standing dazzlingly like shooting a retro pictorial and talking to the grandmother at the door, occasionally covering his mouth and smiling. I squinted at him who didn't fit in with the surroundings, and I was inexplicably a little angry.

Let me use an exaggerated description of this boy, probably Song Zhun, an innate luminous body, no matter where he stands, he feels that his background is not worthy of his appearance, and I have never dared to say his advantages like this, because I am jealous, jealous that he is not only good looking, good grades, good personality, good study, good interpersonal relationships, and the most important point is that he is tall.

These things are beyond my reach, but the strange thing is that I can see the good in his eyes, and it turns out that it is not as useless as I imagined.

When I got closer, he naturally spotted me because of the sound of footsteps. Immediately turned around, with a smile on his cheeks, as warm as the weather, and looked at me like an old friend for many years.

I slid my throat and met his eyes with some unnatural discomfort, asking, "Why are you here?"

"Last time, my aunt seemed to like me very much, so this time I made a special trip to see her, don't get me wrong. ”

I turned around and took out the key to open the stall of the iron door, glanced back at him, and held the iron door without bothering and said, "Song Zhun, don't come to these vain, it's boring." ”

He seemed to be a little angry because of my coldness, "So what do you mean? I've worked so hard, why can't you even take a step?"

I pushed the door back to its original position and looked at him for a while, "Mr. Song, is your so-called effort to send a pair of socks, a box of biscuits, or something? ”

"What do you want?"

When I saw his question, I smiled evilly, and said calmly: "Lin Zimo is your girlfriend, right?"

He shook his head and replied firmly, "No!"

"Well, do you know what my conditions are for making friends? I'm jealous, so I only make friends with the kind of people who treat me as a friend, can you do it?"

He knew that I was deliberately embarrassing him by saying this, so he resigned himself to his fate and said, "Jiang Nian, you really gave me all the problems." Then he laughed at himself, "This friend is really hard to make." ”

I walked into the iron door and closed it at the same time, "So why should you wronged yourself, if we don't be friends, your school life will be fine?"

Iron and iron make unpleasant noises next to each other, and with some exertion, I couldn't hear him whispering very quietly, more like he was muttering to himself.

This book was first published in Reading Books