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Zihua University Library.

Warm light shone in from the outside, and through the dappled shadows of the trees, it rained down on the table.

Yellow paint and brown walls are always the mood of the library, and girls sitting by the windows, illuminated by the scattered light and rain, can become heartwarming even if they are not very beautiful.

Jiang Jingrou flipped through the book in her hand, this was a book on national studies, and there was a chapter in it, which involved national arts.

[Guoshu is a word created by the Republic of China, which means "Chinese martial arts", which is a kind of fitness, physical strengthening, and self-defense sports, focusing on "both internal and external cultivation of art and virtue", and traditional folk sports with "martial arts", "martial arts", "skills" and "amusement". Guoshu generally refers to martial arts, and Guoshu is the name of martial arts in the Republic of China. 】

[National art includes martial arts, the art of personal extension and strength, and the prosperity and stability of the country. 】

The words on the book come into view, and the golden rain is reflected in the dark light. Jiang Jingrou stroked her hanging hair, the black silk fell on the book, and the brilliance came out of the gaps, reflecting her even more beautifully.

For her name, it can be said that everyone in Zihua University knows it, and now there is still a period of time before the start of school, but there are still many people who have returned to school, and when they enter the old library, when they see Jiang Jingrou sitting in the corner of the window, they can't help but cast their eyes slightly.

The boy's heart is fluttering, and he is distracted by this senior sister, while the girl's eyes are full of envy, hoping to be like her.

Someone mustered up the courage to walk over, eager to talk to her, but the girl's eyes were not raised, or she did not notice the visitor, so in the light of the light, the courageous young man finally stopped, and even three or four tables away, he retreated, and finally retreated.

A lot of eyes were cast in the past, but for her, she was used to it, and even she was actually immune to these envious and longing gazes, for her, it was no longer able to cause the slightest wave.

Calm is the first element of psychology, and only calm can people think calmly.

At this time, she was thinking about something else, the same thing as the book she was reading at this time.

There was also a person's voice echoing in her heart, it was a voice she had only heard three times in her memory, but it was deeply engraved in her mind, and it never left.

"When I was chased by a tiger in the mountains, I was hungry for three or four days. ”

"The beast is fierce, but the fiercest is man. ”

"It's just a big worm, and now it's not hard for me to kill it. ”

She recalled the words she heard outside the door that day, and at the same time clearly saw the young man sitting in the small courtyard cooking, and the other party's expression and every move were completely different from when she first met him.

Who is that person?

He also knows kung fu, and he looks even better than his grandfather?

The events of that night are still vivid, he lay in the hospital for several days because of that roar, and then just after being discharged from the hospital, Jiang Xiaolong said that there was a master in the house, but he never thought that it would be that person.

Girls' inquisitive psychology exists, and sometimes they are stubborn and make people wonder how they think in their minds. Now that Jiang Shiguang and Sun Changning are still in the courtyard, she naturally doesn't want to go back, but when she was reading in the library, her mind unconsciously recalled the scene she saw that night.

Then he could still recall the cold touch of the muzzle and the merciless conversation between the two men.

She was thinking wildly, looking at the introduction of national art in the book, and at this time, a person sat down opposite her.

"Jingrou, what are you looking at?"

The voice is low, no noise is allowed in the library, and communication should be extremely quiet, Jiang Jingrou raised her head and saw the person in front of her, his face was very handsome, a standard sunny boy, and his well-proportioned body was the type that could fascinate countless girls.

"Chen Haoying....."

Jiang Jingrou didn't have any expression, but Chen Haoying smiled, the tone was very intimate, her eyes glanced at the book in Jiang Jingrou's hand, looked at it, and became a little surprised: "Jingrou, why are you reading a book about national arts?"

"No, it's just a chapter, and it just so happened to be turned over. ”

Jiang Jingrou shook her head, her tone was still flat, and Chen Haoying was still smiling with a sunny smile: "I know that Grandpa Jiang is very involved in martial arts, and it seems that he is also one of the masters.

"Grandpa Jiang is a little old, if Jing Rou wants to learn, you can come to me, I have a few masters here, and I also have some knowledge of these fists and feet, but it is taekwondo rather than national arts, but the martial arts in the world are all family, and they are not separated from each other. ”

His smile was revealed, and there were many girls behind him who blushed secretly, and looked at Jiang Jingrou again, some of them were ashamed of themselves, while some people were clenched with silver teeth, eager to replace them.

Even talented women will be pregnant with spring, and who wouldn't want to have such a handsome and sunny boyfriend?

"Oh, thanks, it's still not necessary. ”

Jiang Jingrou was distracted for a moment, and while Chen Haoying was speaking, she remembered the scene of last night in her mind. There are old people and young people sitting in the simple courtyard, and the slightly simple food is not luxurious, but it seems that every word of the two of them is telling some truthful truth.

"Jingrou?"

In the face of Jiang Jingrou's refusal, Chen Haoying seemed a little surprised, but then she smiled again and said to Jiang Jingrou: "Okay, since you don't like it, then we won't talk about this thing, speaking of which, it's really a coincidence that I met you today, just right, Jingrou, are you free at night, I ......"

"I'm sorry, it's not that I don't like it..... I just don't like taekwondo. ”

Jiang Jingrou had no expression on her face, gently closed the book in her hand, and then stood up:

"I'm not free at night, sorry. ”

Her words fell, and she went to return the book, and then left the library.

Chen Haoying sat in place, took a breath lightly, and seemed to feel the lingering fragrance left by the beautiful woman opposite before leaving, and in the face of this beautiful woman's refusal, he didn't seem annoyed, stood up with a gentlemanly demeanor, and even winked at the girls who peeked at him.

By the time the flush had cleared, he had walked out of the library, smiling softly in the sun.

"You'll still be mine after all. ”

He said that, and then made a phone call.