"Oh, that's it......"

Zhou Heng nodded blankly, muttering in his heart, did he guess wrong?

At that time, when I heard Yun Xia say that he studied well, the first reaction in his heart was Jiang Heng. I thought Yun Xia had anything in mind about Jiang Heng......

But Jiang Heng's person must be difficult to chase.

If Yun Xia likes Jiang Heng, then he has nothing to be afraid of, just continue to chase Yun Xia. Because Jiang Heng will definitely reject her.

The rival of every boy in the school is basically Jiang Heng, so everyone is not surprised. Anyway, that guy will turn all the girls away.

Zhou Heng pondered like this, watched the girl enter the house and close the door, sighed and prepared to leave.

But after turning around, he suddenly froze.

Not far away, a slender snow-white figure in the heavy rain stood quietly, his face slightly pale, but his expression was cold and indifferent. Zhou Heng immediately stepped back in surprise, his eyes widening.

Seeing the delicate face of the young man in the rain clearly, he was even more dumbfounded.

"Jiangjiang Jiangjiang...... Jiang Heng??! ”

The heavy rain blurred the young man's delicate and beautiful eyebrows, the mist covered his eyelashes, and those cold eyes were like ancient wells without waves, staring at him motionlessly and indifferently.

He didn't hold an umbrella, his snow-white shirt was completely wet, revealing the beautiful abdominal muscle lines below, his slender fingers hung down, his white fingertips were dripping with water, and the whole person was like a cold sculpture in the rain.

Zhou Heng was inexplicably a little nervous, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva with difficulty.

…… Why is Jiang Heng near Yunxia's house?

After all, he is a popular figure in the school, and he can't pretend not to know him.

Zhou Heng greeted stiffly: "Classmate Jiang Heng? What a coincidence, why are you here? ”

The boy didn't answer.

He seemed to be standing as a sculpture of ice and snow, his eyelashes long and thick, water droplets dripping down his delicate chin, water droplets rolling through the sexy arc of the Adam's apple, hidden in the seductive snowsuit.

The other party didn't speak, Zhou Heng felt even more nervous, holding an umbrella in his hand, wanting to step forward to cover the young man from the rain, but inexplicably he didn't dare to approach him.

"That...... Why didn't you have an umbrella? Zhou Heng asked dryly again.

It's raining so hard, why don't you hold an umbrella. And the other party didn't seem to have any intention of sheltering from the rain at all, standing quietly in the rain, his eyes were cold.

It took two seconds for the boy to take a step. Step by step.

His eyes are cold and diffuse, his slender height gives people a great sense of oppression, the corners of his snow-white clothes are dripping with water, and his white fingertips are also dripping with water, and the whole person is slow and orderly, light and calm.

He stopped in front of Zhou Heng.

Immediately, he looked over casually, and his beautiful eyes swept over Zhou Heng calmly.

Zhou Heng subconsciously stood upright.

After looking at the boy for two seconds, he couldn't bear the cold eyes, and was about to look away, but he heard a lazy sneer.

Zhou Heng was stunned.

The good student in front of him, who was strict and cold, slightly hooked his thin lips at this time, as if he was too lazy to carry out any disguise, and his fair and beautiful face had a kind of condescending slight disdain, and slowly took a step towards him.

His voice was soft and dissipated in the heavy rain.

"I have a better chance than you do."

Every time the young man took a step forward, Zhou Heng couldn't help but retreat in a daze, listening to the other party's unhurried voice, as cold and indifferent as the devil.

"I couldn't bear to disturb her."

He stepped forward slowly, getting closer, and the coldness in his pupils was completely replaced by a lazy evil intent.

"You dare to hold her."

Zhou Heng's back bumpered with the flower bed behind him, and the slender young man raised his long legs, stepped on the edge of the flower bed arrogantly and lazily, put his elbows on his knees, and his white fingertips dripped water, and his voice was cold.

"When I'm dead?"