Chapter 5: It's idle

Shen Yi exhaled deeply.

The sleepiness was not a fake, especially after closing her eyes, the exhaustion came like a flood, causing her to fall into a deep sleep unconsciously.

At this time, it was time for lunch, Meng Sheng sat in the classroom and took out his mobile phone, and there was no notice on the page of chatting with Jiang Yongjin.

Meng Sheng watched the entertainment news depressedly, and inadvertently glanced at the little girl who was already asleep behind him, and his eyes widened a little.

The little girl didn't know when she rubbed into Jiang Yongjin's position, and she buried herself and slept soundly.

It seems that I really don't know which big guy is next to her? Meng Sheng hesitated, and he couldn't bear to disturb the little girl.

Just sleep, Brother Jiang won't come back so early anyway.

The lunch break is the quietest time in the class, there is only shallow breathing around him, even if there are still a lot of people who have not slept, they are hiding from playing with their mobile phones and not making a sound, and the director of teaching outside the classroom stands outside the door, nodding slightly to the tall boy next to him:

"Classmate Jiang, I didn't expect you to come back so quickly this time."

"Hmm." The boy had a kind of casual coldness, "I'll come back directly after the exam." ”

He didn't expect that the last stop would turn out to be the imperial capital, so much so that he didn't want to stay for another minute at all.

The dean of teaching was slightly surprised: "Then you should go to class first, you have been in the car for so long." ”

Jiang Yong was noncommittal, gently pushed open the door, and saw the small figure in his position, and his dark eyes were deeper.

There were not many people sleeping in the classroom, but they were lying on chairs playing with their mobile phones, and when they heard the noise, they all raised their heads, looked at Jiang Yongjin and trembled subconsciously, and involuntarily glanced at his position.

The petite figure in the school uniform slept quietly on his stomach, almost his whole body was tightly covered.

Jiang Yongjin rushed back to school as soon as he got off the plane, not wearing a school uniform, but a very simple black denim jacket.

But he is chic and neat, he is tall and has long legs, and he tilts his head slightly to make people feel untouchable.

Some people had a gloating smile in their eyes, looked at Liu Yuanle and said:

"She's miserable."

Jiang Yongjin is back.

Liu Yuan also laughed, watching Jiang Chi walk step by step to the position in the back.

Jiang Yongjin is a bit of a spiritual cleanliness addict, and he is extremely disgusted with other people's touching his things.

Especially strangers.

Not to mention touching the table, and this skipping student even shamelessly slept directly on Jiang Jin's table.

From afar, everyone could feel Jiang Jin's low pressure.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Jiang Yongjin stood beside the table, looked at Meng Sheng, who was sleeping soundly in the crook of his arm, and knocked on his desk with some impatience.

Gently, but for someone who sleeps on the table, enough to wake up.

What's more, it is Shen Yu, who has always slept lightly.

She moved slightly, her eyebrows furrowed before her consciousness could fully recover.

Bother!

Shen Yi got up very angry, especially when she fell asleep, she held her breath, endured it and didn't get angry, and buried her head in the crook of her arm.

Everyone watched in amazement as the little girl moved her little head and fell asleep again.

Belch...... This reflex arc is a little long, don't you know that your death time has come?

Jiang Yong's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, looked at the small figure, and reached out directly-

Jiang Yongjin is going to start?!

All the people who woke up to watch the play widened their eyes a little and looked at the two people in the last row.

A delicate and white little hand suddenly jumped out and grabbed Jiang Chi.

Her voice was a little sleepy and hoarse, as if she hadn't woken up yet:

"Idle?"