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I don't know what Mrs. Song and Song Qingan said, but after Song Qingan came back, she suddenly changed.

He's working very hard to be better.

Shen Jiu felt very deeply.

He signed up for one extracurricular class after another, working hard to learn all kinds of knowledge little by little, but as long as he was free, Song Qingan would resolutely stick to her.

After this, she quickly arrived at junior high school.

Song Qing'an is still in the same class as Shen Jiu, but he has not become the same table.

Song Qing'an was too young and short, so he could only sit in the first row, but Shen Jiu's figure gradually rose and sat in the last row.

Song Qing'an is good-looking and young, on the first day of class, some girls wanted to tease him, but as soon as he stood over, he made a straight face and murdered those girls: "Don't stay here!" ”

Although his tone was a little fierce, his voice still had a milky sound, that is, a deliberately stiff voice, and there was no deterrent effect.

The girls laughed and whispered: "It's so cute, this voice and this action ......"

Song Qingan pursed his lips and turned cold.

He still has baby fat on his face that has not faded, even if he has a straight face, he can't see the deterrent effect.

There was even a girl who wanted to reach out and touch his hair.

Annoyed, he frowned, knocked on the table, and began to warn them: "You are surrounding me, and I am going to tell the teacher that you are bullying me." ”

He raised his head slightly, his expression serious.

The girls hesitated, unsure if he would actually tell the teacher, and after a few glances at each other, they dispersed.

Song Qingan breathed a sigh of relief slightly, then he turned around, looked for Shen Jiu in the back row, and showed her a small smile, looking like he was inviting merit.

Shen Jiu inexplicably rose up with a feeling that Song Qing'an was guarding her like a jade.

She shook her head, threw the ridiculous thought out of her mind, raised her lips, and gave Song Qing'an a soothing smile.

The dimples on Song Qingan's lips vaguely floated.

Shen Jiu bent his eyebrows, lowered his head and was about to clean up the desk, when he suddenly felt that the person next to him was poking him.

She looked over a little strangely: "What's the matter?" ”

I was stunned when I saw it, and her current table mate turned out to be the person she forced to write love letters before.

The boy smiled a little shyly, and his voice was a little low, with a hidden joy: "I didn't expect us to be at the same table again." ”

Shen Jiu also smiled at him: "Yes, what a coincidence." ”

When she smiled, she felt that someone was staring at her. But she turned her head and didn't see anyone.

Shen Jiu paused slightly, frowned and thought about it, and then smiled lowly.

The boy was a little puzzled: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Shen Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Laugh at someone who thinks he is hiding well." She glanced at the boy's confused expression, didn't say anything more, only smiled and shook her head: "It's okay." ”

She leaned on the table, looked sideways at her little tablemate, and searched her mind, but still didn't remember his name.

Shen Jiu whispered, "I forgot...... What's your name? ”

The boy was visibly disappointed, but quickly raised his head and said to her, "Charter." ”

He was afraid that Shen Jiu wouldn't understand, so he also gestured to Shen Jiu: "Establish a morning chapter, the process of the procedure." ”

As soon as Shen Jiu nodded, he felt that the sight before was glued to him again.