chapter050 Recruitment.

Song Jiu changed into her coat and returned to the classroom, and Shen Jiaheng consciously got up to make way for her.

Just now, I felt that this dress was very familiar, and I wanted to stop and ask, but Song Jiu ripped the clothes and left directly, without even leaving him a look.

This coat is wide on Song Jiu's body, lining her thin skeleton, thin and small.

Shen Jiaheng had bad intentions, pinched it gently, pulled the hem of her clothes over, hooked her fingertips, and seemed to inadvertently see the logo on the dark pattern embroidered on the reverse side, "Oh, what is this?" ”

At this moment, it was even more certain that this was Bi Chu's coat.

Isn't that guy always clean, and doesn't like people touching his things?

He remembered that when he went to Bi Chu's house to play, he had no clothes to wear when he came out of a shower, so he casually pulled a set of Bi Chu's clothes to wear, but when he turned around, he gave the set of clothes to Shen Jiaheng with a cold face, and said very ruthlessly: "I don't keep things that others have used, I'll give them to you, you're welcome." ”

Song Jiu slapped his hand away in a panic, moved back to his position, and sat upright.

There was a "pop", a crisp and clear sound, echoing in the air.

Shen Jiaheng paused, and a red mark slowly appeared on the back of his hand.

"That's amazing." He rubbed the back of his hand and snorted.

Song Jiu ignored him, sat upright and looked at the English notes in his hand, and bit the pen from time to time to memorize knowledge points.

Shen Jiaheng touched the bridge of his nose and was aroused: "You stole it?" ”

"............" Song Jiu didn't answer.

"Not speaking is tantamount to acquiescence."

"I didn't."

Shen Jiaheng said "oh", was silent for a while, his brain became more and more outrageous, the tail note rose, and he exclaimed: "No, you are a girl, can you be a little more reserved!" In broad daylight you ...... You actually stripped my brother Bi Chu's clothes! ”

“…………？” As soon as the pen in Song Jiu's hand loosened, his bones rolled down on the table.

"If you don't speak, you're acquiescing."

"I didn't...... Yes, yes, yes......" Song Jiu was so angry that he couldn't finish his words, and all the shame and anger poured out, and his cheeks were red.

"Yes, yes......" Shen Jiaheng deliberately learned to speak to her, licking her lips slowly, "What is it?" ”

"It's you big-headed ghost!"

Song Jiu will not say that Bi Chu threw his coat on her head by himself, and I am afraid that it will become a living target of walking topics in the future, and she will be attacked by Shen Jiaheng every day.

Shen Jiaheng blinked his eyes extremely slowly, and the corners of his lips twitched: "............"

I've been sitting with him for a long time, and I'm good at scolding people at the same table.

***

Song Jiu didn't dare to get out of his seat for a whole night of self-study, for fear of being recognized by others, and he didn't leave until the last one after the next night's self-study. The next day, she also specially washed her coat again, the balcony of the dormitory was well lit, and the wind was strong, perhaps because of the material of the clothes, and the clothes were dried in less than half a day.

In the afternoon, when Song Jiu went to collect the clothes between classes, he could still smell the faint fragrance of laundry detergent on them.

She curled her lips, put her clothes in an opaque bag, and walked to the classroom of the third and fifth classes of the school building.

It was the second class in the afternoon, and there was a layer of cold in the air outside that almost penetrated to the bones, compared to the more closed classroom, it was much warmer, and looking at some of the students who were sleeping on the desks inside, you could feel that the temperature inside was suitable and warm.

The corridor happened to be on the tuyere, and another gust of cold wind poured in, with the rattling of the branches, which provoked Song Jiu to stomp on his toes, and his chin shrank into the neckline.

She walked back and forth, poked her head out and didn't see where Bi Chu was, she didn't know where his seat was, and at this time the classroom was sparsely populated, only about a third of the people were there.

Someone behind her suddenly patted her on the shoulder, and Song Jiu turned around in confusion.

The boy was still sweating a little on his forehead, and a purple basketball was tightened in his arm, he tilted his head and chuckled: "Classmate, how many classes are you, look at the face." ”

The boy was tall and thin, and there was a slight ruffian smile on his lips when he looked at her. But Song Jiu obviously didn't know him.

Instead of answering the question, she asked, "Are you from Class 5?" ”

"Hmm." He answered, rubbing the tip of his nose slightly, "You're looking for someone, right?" ”

This group of little girls is the age when love is beginning to bloom, and there are people who wander at the entrance of the corridor every once in a while, and when they see Bi Chu and a few boys walking side by side, they seem to be passing by and glance over with extra care, and they will bow their heads shyly. Of course, there are also some who have a clear goal and take the initiative to hang out of the classroom window.

This is often the case.

But that good skin has a cold personality, just like the good epiphany in the Buddhist scriptures, arrogant and cold, and indifferent.

Song Jiu nodded, "I'm here to find ......"

Before he finished his sentence, he was interrupted jokingly: "Our class leader? ”

The tone is light, more banter and ridicule.

Song Jiu's eyes widened slightly, his lips closed one by one, and he looked incredulous: "Head...... Brand. ”

Chu Meiren is worthy of being Chu Meiren, and she is both an Oiran and a top brand.

"You don't know?" The boy looked at her stunned appearance, sneered, and walked a few steps closer.

The purple basketball was slapped on the ground by him, then bounced back into his hand, changed positions, and neatly closed in the crook of the other arm. He lowered his head, suddenly laughed, and the next moment, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "It's Bi Chu." ”

Caught off guard, Song Jiu didn't react and took a few steps back, on the other side of the corridor-

"Song Jiu!"

It's a familiar sound, but it's a little bit unkind, like sake in the scorching sun, with a very clear coldness.

She subconsciously looked back.

The young man stood casually in one hand in his pocket, his body long and thin, and the wind blowing from the corridor blew his clothes tight, outlining the smooth lines of the broad shoulders and narrow waist. On the steps of the corridor, there were Lu Chen, Zhou Yu and a few other boys.

"Bi Chu?" Song Jiu's mood became much better, and she felt that the wind in the corridor was not cold at all, she turned around and smiled politely at the boy next to her, "Thank you, the person I was looking for has been found." ”

But I didn't see that his eyelids were cold, his slightly narrowed eyes were dark and heavy, his eyebrows were twisted, and his indifferent eyes stared at her for a moment.

The fifth class is self-study, and the students do their own homework, but the head teacher of the fifth class has always been very casual and loosely controlled, and the students are basically in a free-range state, and some students run out to play without care.

The little old man is kind and kind-eyed, holding a cup of tea in his hand every day, twisting a string of Buddhist beads, and coming and going in the wind and rain. According to him, don't suppress or erase the children's nature, study should be a combination of work and rest, and a relaxed state can often achieve twice the result with half the effort. He is in charge of such a group of people who are indulgent and uninhibited by nature and love freedom, and it seems to be particularly suitable for him to be called a model class group full of thorns in the third grade of high school.

At this time, Bi Chu and a few boys came back from outside.

As soon as I went up the stairs, I saw the two men standing in the hallway outside the classroom.

Zhou Yu's eyes widened: "That's not a small ...... Song Jiu? How at the door of our class? ”

"Really." Lu Chen glanced over, "I guess I'm here to find Brother Achu again." ”

But he immediately added: "Fuck, what's the situation, what is Ji Xiang doing around that little girl!" ”

Ji Xiang is a member of the study committee in the class, with good grades, and he usually disdains to be with their group of boys, and he is very tall in his bones.

At this time, he held the purple basketball and glanced at it lightly, Bi Chu did not squint, his face was always calm and calm, and he was not alarmed, and it seemed that his emotions were not affected by him at all.

He retracted his eyes, snorted lightly, and didn't forget to snap his fingers at Song Jiu when he walked past her, saying, "It's okay, I'll go first." ”

"Hmm." Song Jiu nodded and said goodbye.

"Come here."

The young man's voice was faint, with a bewitching tenderness, and his bony fingers bent slightly towards her.

Song Jiu was stunned for a moment, her heartbeat missed a beat inexplicably, as if what he said always had some kind of special magic for her, she looked at those narrow and black eyes, she was so easily tricked, uncontrollable, and walked over obediently.

"I came looking for you, just in time you came." Song Jiu stretched out his hand and sent the bag to him, "I've washed it, your clothes." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around them changed their expressions a little, and looked at each other with a little speculation and gossip.

How could Brother Chu's clothes be in the hands of this girl...... Also washed!

However, Zhou Yu and Lu Chen's reaction was relatively calm, since they accidentally bumped into Song Jiu coming out of his house with sleepy eyes early that morning, they have seen such a sunny day, thunderbolts, winds and waves, what is this little thing?

Bi Chu coughed lightly, and a look signaled: "You don't go back to the classroom?" ”

Lu Chen and Zhou Yu immediately understood, and patted the shoulders of several boys next to them: "Let's go." ”

Several people quickly walked away, all disappearing into the other side of the hallway.

At this moment, there are only two people left, Song Jiu and Bi Chu.

The girl's thin white fingertips were still hooked with the string of the bag, and he squinted for a few seconds, and then stretched his sleeves upward, revealing a small piece of white and delicate wrist skin, as if with a little force, a slight pinch, he could leave a red mark on it.

Bi Chu lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes seemed to fall into thin fragments of light.

With his hand outstretched, he casually hooked the bag over and hung it at his side.

"Wait a minute." He stopped the girl who was about to turn around, and the tip of his tongue gently slid between her teeth, "That's all?" ”

"Hmm." Song Jiu added, "I have washed the clothes. ”

"What happened to you that day?"

"I ......" Song Jiu didn't bother him, and laughed, "I'm fine, but I accidentally knocked over the Coke can when I opened the buckle." ”

"And it got on your face?"

“…… I fell. Song Jiu felt that she was really powerful now, and she came casually with her nonsense, and she didn't feel empty at all.

I felt a hand suddenly come out of the top of my head, and rubbed it very lightly on her hair, which smelled like a pine forest after snow.

"Does it hurt?"

The magnetic voice was particularly gentle, like a numbing electric current swimming from the back bone to the brain center, Song Jiu subconsciously replied: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." ”

"I'll open it later."

"Huh?" Without waiting for Song Jiu to react, he pinched the girl's shoulder and pressed it back, put his hand on the pole on her side, hooked the tail of his eyes slightly, approached her neck indulgingly, sniffed lightly on her neck, and got closer, the hot and humid touch would fall on the girl's snow-white skin. However, he seemed to grasp the balance very sensibly, not in a hurry or slowly, with a bit of demagogy, and this distance seemed particularly ambiguous.

Song Jiu lowered his head slightly, subconsciously raised his hand and gently tugged at the crook of his arm, and his earlobes were red.

His voice was a little hoarse, as if it was leaking from his chest, "It's quite memorable." ”

"What...... Is it? Song Jiu looked up a little dazedly, not hearing too clearly.

Facing the round black and white eyes, especially when she was still confused and wanted to talk and restlessly, it aroused the desire of the limbs in her body.

Bi Chu's Adam's apple rolled neatly, quietly pulling away a little distance, and grinding his teeth slightly: "What did he tell you?" ”