And they are all surnamed Song, and they were a family five hundred years ago, why did one of them make the relationship so tense when they first came. Sure enough, one mountain can't accommodate two tigers, unless there is a male and a female.

Song Wanqiao looked indifferent and didn't make any response, just sat quietly and said in a calm tone, "Are you finished?" After saying that, put down the stool and go. ”

This sentence immediately put Song Liangxiao in an embarrassing situation, making Song Liangxiao look like a clown jumping off the beam.

He didn't argue any more, gently lowered the stool in his hand, and returned to his seat.

It's like this again, obviously he can provoke a spark from him every time, but in the end he falls into the lake, drowning in the water, and can't stir up a splash.

Apathy is his most handy weapon of counterattack, allowing you to use all your strength to hit a ball of soft cotton, and even more sadly, you can't wear him down.

Fang Tang also noticed the situation over there, and secretly said that she seemed to be in trouble, she just saw that Song Liangxiao was close to that side, and asked him to bring it over, but she didn't expect them to have a quarrel because of this, and Song Wanqiao seemed to be a little annoyed because of his action.

After a while, Jiang Lige walked into the classroom out of place, and found that the atmosphere around her was a little stagnant, many people turned their heads to focus on her, and some people whispered in their voices, but they didn't dare to expand the decibels.

When everyone saw her appear, they were even more interested in watching the play, and gasped, the source of the contradiction came, and it happened to be blocked at the muzzle.

Before she could stand firm, Song Wanqiao spoke lightly, but her words were slightly prickly, "What about the school uniform?" ”

His face was condensed, his deep eyes were shining, Jiang Lige couldn't see anything, and slowly took out the school uniform behind his back, "Song Wanqiao, I'm sorry, I didn't know this school uniform was yours, I ......"

Before the words were finished, the clothes in his hand were taken away by the person in front of him, without superfluous movements, without any dragging his feet.

Jiang Lige stood still, lowered his head and bit his lip, thinking silently, is this person angry? Not going to talk to her anymore?

She thought that it was her fault, after all, on such an important occasion, she accidentally caused him to violate the school rules.

She plucked up her courage and looked at everyone's eyes, and decided to try again if he would ignore her, stretched out her finger and poked his arm lightly, and said, "Can you hand me the stool?" ”

Sugar cubes are really, how can you just throw her stool in the aisle, put it on the side of Song Wanqiao, and put it directly in her place.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, the clock on the wall ticked and turned, and the person on the other side still didn't respond.

Song Wanqiao pinched the pen, didn't write anything, didn't look at anything, just stared straight ahead, his eyes were obscure, making people unable to see his thoughts.

Her heart trembled slightly, and she had to walk around the back of the classroom, pick up the stool and return to her seat.

In the afternoon, new books were distributed, and the squad leader stood on the podium and reminded loudly, "Everyone has counted clearly, nine books for one person, twelve homework books, and five exercise books. ”

Immediately, with the help of a group of activists, a book was handed out, and since the class was all two-seater, the person who sent the book put the two books aside in order to save trouble, and then one of them handed it to the other.

Except for Jiang Lige and Song Wanqiao, who sat steadily, the other students happily took the books to sort out or write their names.

Because no matter what the final outcome of these books is, whether they are torn to shreds after the college entrance examination, or whether they are treasured to recall their youth, they are all defined as "new things" at the moment, bringing people an inexplicable sense of freshness.

Song Wanqiao didn't move.

Jiang Lige's mood was also like a stone sinking into the sea, extremely heavy, she rubbed her hair, and she didn't plan to take any action.

The next person who sent the book came over, it was Da Xiong, and seeing that there was a stack of books on the table of the two of them, and they hadn't been divided, he teased, "What about you two making games?" Pretending to be a Tang monk than concentration? ”

The result was obvious, no one paid attention to him.

He touched his nose, shook the two books from his hand, and went to the back.

In the end, Jiang Lige broke the gong first, and glanced at Song Wanqiao with his spare eyes, "If you don't take it, do you want to share a book with me in class in the future?" ”

Song Wanqiao: ......

"Anyway, I'm a scumbag, I can't compare to a scholar like you, and it doesn't matter if I don't have books. No, I forgot, you have good grades, and it shouldn't matter if you don't have books. ”

Song Wanqiao: ......

"Give you three more seconds, if you still don't take it, I'll write my name on your book, don't you mind? 1，1.2，1.5，…… 2……”

Jiang Lige felt that people like him couldn't get used to it, they could only coerce and lure and be shameless, otherwise, he would never open his mouth to talk to you.

Count to three, the person next to her is still immovable, she is embarrassed, won't it, it's useless? It's really invulnerable.

couldn't hold her face, she had to fulfill her promise, really pulled out the cap of the pen, opened the first page of each book, and printed handwriting on it, but one wrote her name and the other wrote Song Wanqiao's name.

Song Wanqiao put his hands around his chest, his eyes were slightly dark, he couldn't let his joys, sorrows and sorrows be led away by this person, this feeling made him very out of control.

After Jiang Lige finished writing, he blew the ink that had not dried, closed the book, picked out a few, and put them on Song Wanqiao's table, "Na, the names have been written for you, you, like an old lady, are so lazy!" ”

Song Wanqiao reflexively turned her head, and inadvertently touched that pair of watery eyes, which were clear and clear, and could even reflect his shadow, and the depression in her heart was suddenly swept away.

What a sin! Are you sick?

In the blink of an eye, it was dinner time, Jiang Lige said in a low and flattering voice, "Uncle Song, are you going to eat?" This time you sit, I'll help you cook, okay? ”

However, Uncle Song is still like an angry baby, indifferent.

Alas, what a tsundere! Jiang Lige sighed and went up to pull him by the arm, thinking that it would take a lot of effort to pull this statue up.

Unexpectedly, she only touched it lightly, and before she could use any force, Song Wanqiao stood up.

She was speechless, this man, is there no bones? Why did you get up as soon as you pulled it?

In the evening, there are no more people in the cafeteria than at noon, and there are no parents in sight, and there are many residents who buy snacks from outside for dinner.

During the queue, Fang Tang told Jiang Lige what happened when she was away in the afternoon.

Jiang Lige knew that Song Wanqiao was sulking, not because of the school uniform, but because she mistakenly thought that she had too much contact with Song Liangxiao.

He seems to be extremely repulsive to Song Liangxiao, but she doesn't know what the specific reason is, but it doesn't matter, if she chooses one of the two of them, she will undoubtedly choose Song Wanqiao.

When it was her turn to eat, she put the meal card on the place where she swiped the card, huh? Why is the amount still 300, she remembers it clearly, the money was charged in the morning, and she had a meal at noon, so it is impossible to leave it as it is.

Suddenly, thinking of Song Wanqiao, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, how much he did silently for her, but he never said it, but she seemed to bring him only trouble and unhappiness.