In the middle of the night, Sang Ji slept in a daze, and vaguely heard the door being gently pushed open.

Then a long, handsome man walked in, wearing a formal suit with a tired look on his face, who must have just returned home.

Xu Jiamu slowed down, walked to the side of the bed and squatted.

Sanki didn't seem to sleep well, and dense fine sweat oozed from his forehead, wetting the soft hair on his forehead. Her hands were exposed, clutching the quilt tightly and twitching from time to time, as if she was having a nightmare.

Xu Jiamu's eyebrows moved, reached out to stroke her forehead, and brushed away the hair stuck to her forehead.

seems to feel the warmth he brings, and Sang Ji is much more stable in his sleep.

Waited for a moment.

Sang Ji's hand holding the quilt slowly let go, and Xu Jiamu immediately covered her smooth and white hand, grabbed it and grabbed it into the quilt.

Xu Jiamu left her room shortly after.

A soft voice slipped out of Sang Ji's mouth: "Xu Jiamu, I like you......"

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At the end of class, before the teacher left the classroom, a girl from another class appeared at the back door.

She leaned over and leaned out her upper body, looked at Sang Ji with a particularly bright smile, and deliberately reached out and knocked on the door, leading most of the classmates sitting behind her to turn back.

The girl playfully grimaced at Sang Ji and asked her in a brisk tone, "Excuse me...... Is Sanji here? ”

She looks good, and the boy by the door pointed at Sang Ji and said, "She's it." ”

Then he turned his head to look back, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the QR code and handed it to her, "Classmate, add a WeChat!" ”

The girl smiled, leaned close to the boy's ear, and said the truth: "You are too ugly, I don't like it." ”

Although it was close to her ear, the girl's voice was not lowered, not big or small enough for the people around her to hear clearly, and there was a burst of laughter.

"Classmate, what do you think I look like? Is it enough to add your WeChat? ”

The girl pursed her lips and smiled, leaning on the door frame and shaking her head: "You are also ugly." ”

"What about me?"

"Look at me, look at me, how am I?"

The boys seemed to be provoked to be competitive in their blood, chasing her and asking for affirmation, and then showing off in this group of boys.

It's a pity that girls are not interested in them.

His eyes moved from the boys to Sang Ji, and he didn't urge her to just lean on the door frame, staring at her quietly, waiting for her to come out.

Sang Ji looked up from the pile of homework, but only glanced at the girl who was standing at the door and calling her.

She looks very familiar, as if she is ...... It was the one who deliberately tripped her in the cafeteria last time.

After Fang Hanlei's heavy blow last night, Sang Ji became sensitive and vigilant, his heart palpitated, and he was even more scared, so he didn't dare to stand up and leave his seat to contact that girl.

The girl seemed to be a little impatient, and glanced at the alarm clock on the wall with two minutes to go to class.

She looked at Sang Ji's gaze became cold, and her voice was not as good as the first time she came to ask, but said with a threat: "I'll come to you again in the next class, it's best not to waste time and walk out obediently." ”

Kuang Ji held the pencil that he had checked in the sketchbook, and when he heard her words, he was shocked and his strength was unstable.

"Smack-" made a small sound of the refill breaking.

The girl didn't stop much after talking, stepped on the class bell and returned to the second and third classes of high school, sat behind Fang Hanlei, and recited an inexplicable sentence: "I didn't get it, it's a little difficult." ”

Fang Hanlei turned her head and glanced at the girl, her face was cold and reproachful, "In the next class, you must take her to the women's toilet on the sixth floor." ”

"Hmm." The girl nodded.