He's not talking about love, he's telling the truth.

The boy looked at the girl's slowly improving face, suddenly lifted her chin, and sighed:

"Silly girl, don't listen to other people's nonsense in the future. For the mere fact that I like you, no one can compare to you. ”

Because, he will only like her.

Shi Huan felt the warm fingertips of the young man, he was different from the Great Demon King, and rarely made intimate movements.

This will, but he touched her face and said that he liked her.

was suddenly confessed, she was a little overwhelmed, and she was particularly scenic:

"Ban early love, you have violated the law, Cen Xiaofeng."

Cen Xiaofeng: ......

After this day, everyone unanimously discovered that learning God has really become a god.

He became cold, detached, indifferent and distant.

Even if it's close at hand, it seems out of reach.

The whole body exudes the momentum of not messing with me, and the timid girl doesn't dare to approach him at all.

There is only one exception - Song Jie, the girl who delivers letters every day.

The day before the New Year's Day performance, she personally found Cen Feng.

After observing for a long time, she knew that after school, he would wait for Shi Huan near the bus stop outside the school.

It just so happened that Shi Huan needed to rehearse today, so she came here before Shi Huan.

There are many people who come and go, but she is not afraid, brave and determined:

"Cen Feng, you should know me, right? I'm in the class next door to you......"

"I don't know."

The boy leaned against the wall, his expression lazy and cold.

Song Jie's face changed slightly, and she continued to smile:

"My name is Song Jie."

"Not interested."

Her expression began to crack, but since she had taken the risk to block him, she would inevitably have a result today.

After adjusting her mood slightly, she smiled generously, as if she didn't mind the boy's indifference at all.

Shyly and boldly said:

"I've been following you for a long time, and I've been writing to you every day, but you've never answered me. Oh, I'm so sad. Cen Feng, I want to get to know you. I believe that after getting to know me, you will be interested in me. ”

The young man's face was impatient, he glanced at her slightly, and suddenly his dark eyes narrowed, and he asked:

"Are you looking for Shi Huan?"

Song Jie nodded frankly: "It's me, but I have no malice, I just feel sorry for you." You are only seventeen years old, but you have to carry the future of two people on one person's shoulders, which is not fair to you. Shi Huan can't, she has always relied on you to live. ”

These words, put aside by ordinary boys, must have heard it with great emotion, moved, and agreed to be friends as soon as they were excited.

But Cen Feng changed his face leisurely, looked at her like an enemy, and said:

"Don't be self-righteous, my girl, it's not your turn to point fingers."

Future? Ridiculous, did he have that kind of thing before?

And now, Shi Huan, is his future.

These people don't know anything, and then they use their ignorance to hurt his girl, and finally run to him and say that they have no malicious intent, which is really ridiculous.

The young man's completely different attitude, the dangerous gaze, and the darkness and ruthlessness that were stimulated in his heart shocked Song Jie.

He didn't mention himself at all, just to be unhappy.

This kind of subconscious maintenance is the most desperate.

However, Cen Feng couldn't notice her emotions.

From the moment Shi Huan walked out of the school gate, he bypassed Song Jie, and when he passed by, he said:

"Stop doing obnoxious things."

Then, go pick up your prospective girlfriend.

Shi Huan's face was flushed, panting slightly, Cen Feng lowered his eyes and looked at her:

"Rehearsals are tiring?"

"One point, the heating was turned on in the house."

Shi Huan patted her face with her cool little hand, she came out in a hurry, she didn't see the scene of the young man's hot hand destroying flowers.

After a pause, the conversation changed:

"Cen Feng, I'll be seventeen years old soon."

The boy was very calm, he prepared the gift, and he didn't panic.

"You can kiss me."

“……”