Bian Jichen, who was wearing a black hairband, was looking at her with his eyelids down, his cold and hard hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and as soon as the summer evening breeze blew, it blew up with a very taste, and there was a wisp that slightly covered his eyebrows.

As the wind blew open to reveal the clear outline of his eyes underneath, Jiang Chacha also saw the faint broken light under his eyes.

Sometimes I wonder if she has suffered the negative impact of the original owner's past, if she is not a player of the second game of her heart, and she doesn't have that filter for him, will she still have a good impression of him in her heart like now?

In fact, similar things have happened quite a few times before.

For example, she was walking on the same path that Bian Jichen often walked on campus before and happened to meet him.

It was also a sunny day, he wore a white shirt under the scorching sun, carried his schoolbag behind his shoulder with one hand, and wore a single Bluetooth headset on his headphones.

Ginger Cha Cha really stopped for a moment.

But because the relationship between the two was awkward and complicated, in order to avoid danger, she quickly looked away, quickened her pace and planned to escape.

But in the end, Bian Jichen still noticed her.

He called her name.

She couldn't hold back, stopped, and looked back at him.

He raised his hand and pressed the Bluetooth headset, his detached gaze falling on hers.

He said lightly: "I will not take this road again in the future." ”

She was dumbfounded, she really didn't understand, and stupidly asked him what it meant.

"Don't follow me again." He said coldly, as cold as the lowest ice cube in a bar beer.

Ginger Cha Cha quickly understood.

At that time, not long has passed since the original owner threatened him with self-harm.

He had always thought that she had changed her routine, and that she had stalked him in a more silent way.

And after that, there are too many misunderstandings.

It's just that she didn't specifically remember this kind of thing.

Remembering that life is unsatisfactory often only makes people more painful, so she often tends to remember happy things, and every time she thinks about it, it will be like a piece of sugar, and the aftertaste is sweet.

She has the heart to be a sunflower that follows the sun, a tough grass, and wants to be born again in the spring breeze, but the reality seems to be against her.

Such misunderstandings have now begun as usual.

Good guy, did she just give Bian Jichen a big gift??

Jiang Chacha quickly stood up, and not long after she stood firmly, she bent down again and paused back.

She frowned in pain, screamed, put her hand on her ankle, and looked down at the wound.

There was a broken skin in the ankle, and it was dirty, and the pink flesh was covered with dust and small grit.

No wonder it hurts so much.

She didn't deliberately sell miserably.

However, a man's faint voice came from overhead, "Are you deliberately hurting yourself to get my attention?" ”

"Jiang Cha Cha, aren't you tired."

Tired, of course tired, every time I am so misunderstood by him, I am so tired.

So Jiang Chacha said angrily: "Yes, I am misunderstood by you every day, I am already exhausted, I probably won't survive tomorrow morning, and the hearse will come to pick me up on time tomorrow." ”

Bian Jichen: ......

What is she talking about?

The system was also taken aback: [Host, you are ruthless, you are even scolding yourself. 】

There was a shock.

Hearing what it said, Jiang Cha Cha snorted in a bad mood.

Bian Jichen frowned tightly and looked at her silently.

I saw her squatting in place, looking like a small lump, and she was slender, with a feeling of cold water. Because of the low head, the hair behind her fell to her chest, making her more and more delicate and pitiful.

Because of the pain, her delicate eyebrows were furrowed together, and her eyes flickered with her every blink, which was quite touching.

She has changed a little bit this time, and Bian Jichen is not sure if she doesn't have that mind, she is really just injured.

Jiang Chacha was still squatting there, holding her knees depressedly, as if she really didn't plan to get up.

She continued: "I was hit by someone and accidentally got the ice cream into the girl's hair, forget it, you won't believe what I said, I'm vicious no matter what." ”

He didn't answer her question, but asked, "Are you okay with your feet?" ”

"It's okay, I'll have my leg amputated later."

"......" Bian Jichen was silent.

is obviously such a pompous and ridiculous words, but when she says it seriously, it looks so straightforward.

A pink-orange halo had already appeared on the horizon.

Seeing her puffed up, as if he had wronged her for something big.

Bian Jichen had no choice, and suddenly said patiently and condescendingly: "Get up, I'll take you to the infirmary." ”

"I'll get up when you say it? Am I so faceless? It's you who misunderstood me, and you said all the good and bad things, what else can I do? ”

Bian Jichen had an inexplicable headache.

She looks like a hedgehog now, and from time to time she will suddenly prick you in the hand.

Once the girl in front of her became stubborn, it seemed that a few cows couldn't pull it back.

Jiang Chacha rolled her eyes angrily.

She suddenly straightened up, as if trying to stand up, but because the wound was too painful, she couldn't stand up for a while.

Years of upbringing under the influence of the family made him stretch out his hand to support her.

The ginger tea man also threw himself into his arms.

A man who has just finished exercising.

At this moment, she smelled the warm breath of the man's body, which was very clean and refreshing, without the smell of sweat. As the body temperature of the two is pasted, the ambiguity seems to be quietly heating up.

Jiang Cha Cha's face was quickly reddened by his breath.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes, and saw that the girl buried in his chest quietly raised her head, and a pair of beautiful black and white eyes stared at him and looked at him.

Her eyelashes were long and curved.

For a moment, my heart was pounded.

Before Bian Jichen could understand what it was like just now, he saw Jiang Chacha suddenly have a cold face, stretched out his arm, and pushed him away forcefully.

She endured the pain, sat on a bench on the side of the road, and called An Liuli to come and pick her up and take her to the infirmary.

In the evening, some hot wind blew, slowly diluting the fragrance in my arms.

He stood there, still with a faint expression on his face.

He was a little confused about the current vice president.

If she was going to stalk him and deliberately hurt him in front of him, then she would never refuse him to take her to the infirmary.

She seemed to be telling the truth.

Soon, her sister arrived on time to help her, and the two slowly left, and the sun began to set.

Jiang Chacha didn't look at him the whole time, as if he was a transparent person.

He moved his fingers, and suddenly he wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Touching it in his pocket, it was empty, Bian Jichen had no choice but to frown and go home the same way.

I searched on the Internet for what to give to a girl to apologize.

Targeted at female high school students.

Looking at several popular answers on the Internet, the standard answers are all the same.

Girls of this age love to be beautiful, give a big-name lipstick, necklace trinkets or something, or send a bouquet of flowers, which are not expensive, but they are gifts that can make the other party feel your heart.

But......

The premise of these answers is that you position yourself as a boyfriend, or have a crush on girls in that way, right?

Bian Jichen frowned, and searched again for what should be given to ordinary classmates.

The answers were all messed up, and he closed his browser with a blank face.

In the end, he simply and rudely posted on the school forum, asking the vice president what her favorite thing was.

The next day, Bian Jichen came to the school and was going upstairs.

He was quite close to the two classes of Jiang Chacha.

As he walked up the stairs, he glanced at the text message.

The errand boy who instructed him told him that the things had been delivered in their entirety.

He moved his finger and sent an "ok".

Then continue upstairs.

When I passed by Jiang Chacha's class, I heard a commotion inside.

The laughter was endless.

Bian Jichen couldn't help but slow down.

He looked into it with a long look.

The window in front of him was open to him, and when he looked at it, he just saw the girl with a beautiful face yesterday in the center of his field of vision, like the lens of a video camera autofocusing, and her figure was especially clear in the crowd.

In the brightly lit classroom, a girl in uniform was sitting at her desk, her short skirt covering her fair thighs, the remaining thin legs in the air dangling mischievously, and the wound on her right ankle was bandaged and bandaged.

That touch of snow white, a little dazzling in the sun.

She is surrounded by a lot of people, as if she is a fan of hers.

A group of people who don't know what they're doing.

Bian Jichen stepped forward calmly and stood by the window.

Yesterday on a post on campus, fans of Ginger Cha Cha told him that the vice president likes roses the most.

He glanced at the classroom and gestured.

The bouquet of roses he sent was not found.

Finally, in an extremely inconspicuous corner, he found a touch of red.

The roses he gave were casually thrown in the trash.

Bian Jichen's eyes became extremely faint.

He looked at her again, and beside her there were many gifts, and she was dazzling, the most colorful of a beautiful summer. She was born brightly, with a bright smile, as if she was glowing, and her fingers played with the hair on her chest, talking and laughing with them.

It's a lot of fun.