"What the hell is going on?"

"Surely ......," the man wiped his neck.

"Forget it, hurry up and go to bed, the first class in the afternoon is the class of the female overlord."

"Sleep, sleep, last time I squinted my eyes and was scolded to death."

Someone looked at the class schedule and said with palpitations, and everyone said that if they lay down, they would lie down and sleep directly.

Liu Yuan glared at the sleeping girl a little unwillingly, and then lay down to rest.

Even the sound of the small rustling in the classroom was gone, and the whole classroom was silent, except for the shallow sound of breathing.

The curtains sitting by the window were not drawn, and the sun was still a little hot today, shining obliquely on the girl, making her twist a little uncomfortably.

When Jiang Yongjin pushed the door open, what she saw was a large chunk of sunlight pouring down, shining on her soft hair, as if it was shining.

He took a breath and walked over slowly, trying to close the curtain, but found that the curtain had broken earlier and could not be pulled at all.

Jiang Yong snorted coldly, watching the little girl continue to rub her face into the crook of her arm a little uncomfortably, he subconsciously picked up the book to block the sun for her.

It's true...... Annoying!

I still wear this mask on a hot day...... Still not suffocating yet?

Jiang Yongjin's eyes softened unconsciously, and he reluctantly took another book to fan the little girl.

is still a cold and sharp side face, and the eyebrows and eyes are cold and sharp, but this behavior is too warm.

Meng Sheng, who had been silently observing in front: "...... Was he dreaming?

Meng Sheng swore that this was definitely the most terrifying scene he had ever seen.

He never thought that one day he would watch the ruthless Brother Jiang block the sun and fan the wind for a little girl.

Is this what he is dreaming?

And that look, look!

Meng Sheng thought that he had been with Jiang Yongjin for so long, and he had never seen such a look in his eyes.

Even when facing the school flower Lin Yuxuan.

Meng Sheng smacked his lips, feeling that his boss was really working too hard, so he ran up and turned on the fan switch in the back.

It should have been turned on a long time ago, and he felt the heat to death.

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This is the most comfortable sleep Shen Yi has slept on, this mask usually makes her face sweat, but this time she feels refreshed.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a row of sweaty rivers on the forehead next to me.

Shen Yi blinked: "Jiang Yongjin, your yang energy is too heavy." ”

Brother Jiang is still yang? He is usually a central air conditioner that emits cold air, and it is okay if he doesn't freeze everyone else in the class.

Meng Sheng had been silently paying attention to their side, and when he heard Shen Yi's words, he couldn't help but complain silently again.

Jiang Yongjin didn't reply, just silently pushed the things next to him to her.

What is it? This stuffy dog will also buy things for himself? Didn't you just hum and leave?

Shen Yi glanced at it, seeing that Jiang Yongjin had already turned his head to look out the window, facing her with an indifferent side face.

Ahem, Brother Jiang is indifferent.

Shen Yi took the bag with a smile and looked inside, his smile suddenly frozen.

A large box of fresh strawberries and a small fan.

Strawberry.

After Shen Yi came back, he didn't deliberately think back to the past, but now he is still distracted.

"Meng Sheng sent you." Jiang Yongjin looked at the blackboard, and his voice was cold, "I haven't washed it yet, let him go later." ”

“…… Yes? Meng Sheng, who was innocently named, looked at the pink and tender strawberries, and couldn't remember when he had done this, so he blinked a little confused.

Jiang Yongjin raised his head and glanced at him slowly, and Meng Sheng was suddenly frightened by that cool gaze:

"Yes, yes, I'll wash you after class."

What to wash? Washing strawberries?

Shen Yi looked at the big strawberries in the box, his eyes were still a little divergent, and his brain was so dull that he couldn't process their conversation information at all.

Jiang Yongjin pinched the finger bones of the book and tightened slightly, his eyebrows were cold and alienated, he lowered his eyes and quietly looked at a small strawberry in his palm.