Chapter 13 Stamping
Liang Zhouyue, who was wearing a helmet, was not afraid of being injured again, but she didn't expect that as soon as the car started, she hit her head heavily on Jiang Li's back like last time.
Jiang Li had to stop.
Twice, so that he can't go up or down, it's difficult.
At this stop, Liang Zhouyue's eyes were clearly fixed in front of him, it was Jiang Li's pure white shirt, and there was a lip print on his right shoulder blade at this time, which was very eye-catching.
It must have been left behind when she broke her mouth......
Do you want to say it?
It's a little embarrassing.
No, it's very embarrassing!
At this time, Jiang Li, who stopped but did not get out of the car, took his hand off the handlebar, turned his back and held her wrists, and then bypassed his thin waist and wrapped it tightly.
When Liang Zhouyue found that she was hugging Jiang Li tightly, she subconsciously wanted to let go, but she was caught by the man's big grasp and pulled back again.
"If you don't hold it tightly, your back will be smashed by you."
It hurt a lot just now, he just didn't tell her.
Reflecting on her headbutting her back just now, Liang Zhouyue was a little weak-hearted. The afterglow swept over the stains left by himself on his white shirt, and his heart was even more weak. After hesitating for a moment, her hand around his waist did not move, and even intertwined her fingers and hugged her tightly.
"That's it, let's go."
Indeed, it is too dangerous to hold it tightly.
She didn't want any more mistakes, and she didn't want to hurt him.
After driving twice and stopping twice, Jiang Li's luxury motorcycle finally had a place to use, successfully driving out of the racing track and into the spacious avenue.
The long hair outside the helmet was swept up by the galloping wind, and Liang Zhouyue subconsciously hugged Jiang Li tightly, afraid of being thrown down.
But in addition to being afraid, there was also a sense of crazy excitement in her heart.
Feeling the heavier and heavier force on his waist, Jiang Li, who was skilled in the car, pressed a slight bend when he turned, and the car tilted instantly.
Liang Zhouyue really thought that the car had fallen over, and the hand holding Jiang Li was so tight that it couldn't be tighter, and her body unconsciously touched him, and she faintly let out a frightened sound.
Jiang Li took it when he saw it, and drove normally on the open and straight road, and the safety was absolutely guaranteed.
Liang Zhouyue's tense heartstrings gradually eased, and the strength of holding him also decreased.
At this time, the summer heat is gradually fading, but the heart that yearns for freedom and madness is growing madly with the scorching sun, and one day, it is bound to be savage.
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The car was parked at the gate of the school, and Jiang Li couldn't get in, and he wouldn't get in.
Liang Zhouyue took off her helmet and handed it to Jiang Li.
The latter took it, pushed up the mask in front of the helmet, and whispered: "Go to the school doctor's office to buy some medicine in a while, don't ulcer and become inflamed." β
Liang Zhouyue nodded and whispered, "Then you go back and ride carefully." β
Jiang Li snorted, buckled off his mirror, started the motorcycle again, pressed a graceful turn from the school gate, and drove away quickly, much faster than when he sent her.
The shadow of the car quickly disappeared, and Liang Zhouyue slowly retracted his gaze.
Although she got motion sickness for a long time in the past half a day and didn't see the real car race, she had to sigh sincerely.
It's good to be young!
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Back in the dormitory, it was already 10 o'clock.
Liang Zhouyue had just laid down on the bed to rest, and Fang Zirui, who had eaten lunch, pushed the door in.
"Huh? Are you back? β
Hearing the sound, Liang Zhouyue put down her mobile phone, turned over from the bed, faced the direction of the door, and said in a lazy voice: "I was originally going to watch the racing, but because of my motion sickness and the fact that the race was too hot, I came back early." β
When she left, she sent a WeChat message to Fang Zirui, so as not to waste other people's time by waiting for her to eat after class at noon.
Fang Zirui changed her shoes, took a sip of the milk tea in the book, and said with emotion: "It seems that I misunderstood He Jinsheng before, and I can even take you to see the racing car, and I am not bored." β
Liang Zhouyue licked her teeth on the tip of her tongue, and her expression was as embarrassing as she was: "He didn't take me there." β
"Who's that?" Fang Zirui asked casually.
But as soon as the words fell, she reacted sluggishly, her eyes widened, and she looked at Liang Zhouyue with shock.
The latter nodded very tacitly, and the answer was the same as Fang Zirui expected: "It's my student, Jiang Li." β
"Holy! What does he mean, please eat again, and take you out for a ride? β
Is this going to talk about the rhythm of teacher-student love?
Liang Zhouyue couldn't see Jiang Li's attitude towards her clearly, she had encountered her more frequently recently, and she had weakened her guard a lot at the beginning.
After thinking carefully for two seconds, she still firmly believed in her heart: "He doesn't like me, there are so many beautiful girls in his class, why do you like me, who is so old." β
She didn't like the young, so she naturally thought that Jiang Li didn't like the older ones either.
Fang Zirui shook his head, his eyes were quite scheming, and guessed: "If you think he is not sincere, then he may just want to sleep with you, or vice versa." β
Whether the other party is good or bad, what does it mean, Liang Zhouyue must be the one who can see it most clearly.
Saying this made Liang Zhouyue's mind confused.
To be honest, she never felt that Jiang Li liked him. But today, his friend called her sister-in-law, and he didn't stop it, not even explain.
He was very attentive to her and very considerate.
Everyone says that Jiang Li is a pampered young master, and he is also the pride of heaven who is used to being spoiled by girls, he has a good family background, good grades, and is handsome.
She thought she had only a pretty face.
In terms of academic qualifications, it is high, but it does not make up for too many character flaws for her.
She has low self-esteem and sensitivity, is cautious about feelings, can't be bold in treating hobbies, lives a routine life every day, completes the steps that a person should have in this life step by step, and moves forward numbly and mechanically, with no emotional ups and downs.
If she were a man, she would not be attracted to such a woman. Therefore, she has never had the intention of climbing the dragon and the phoenix in the criteria for choosing a mate, and just wants to find a man of equal strength to complete her life tasks.
She didn't want to do this, but her relatives around her thought that she wanted to be like this, otherwise it would be crooked and heretical, which was wrong.
When the voice of the majority grows louder, the voice of the minority will remain silent, and because the voice is weak, it will be isolated for fear of being forced to silence or pander.
After a failed resistance, Liang Zhouyue no longer had the strength to fight.
Dingββ
In the silence, the WeChat prompt sounded.
Liang Zhouyue, who was shocked to her senses, picked up her mobile phone and clicked on the detailed message.
March 18: [Sister, why do you put a stamp on my back?] γ
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Liang Zhouyue's face seemed to be burning, spewing hot air, which forced her to remember the embarrassing accident she was still struggling with just now.
She kissed Jiang Li's white shirt......
Her fingertips trembled slightly, she clicked out the keyboard, typed with deletion and subtraction, and finally sent it with one click.
The moon doesn't speak: [Accidentally, bumped into the ...... (ε§GIF)γ
March 18: [Then why didn't you tell me?] Causing me to be ridiculed by my friends? Well? γ
After the fatal three consecutive questions, Liang Zhouyue curled her toes in shame and didn't know how to respond.
After a pause, she was accidentally attracted by his new nickname.
The moon does not speak: [What day is March 18?] γ
March 18: [I'm afraid you don't know my birthday.] γ
He didn't answer the question.
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Liang Zhouyue was defeated!