"What's wrong with this flower? Bian-classmate. ”

The girl in front of her was standing barefoot on the ground.

Her eyes are innocent and pure.

Like the white rose itself.

Bian Jichen's eyes locked on her.

Jiang Cha Cha continued to laugh.

She walked over and gently took one from the table, the stems of the flowers drenched in the palms of her hands. But she didn't care at all, but touched the white petals with her soft fingers.

"Pretty good, right? This is the last time I went to the flower shop to pick flowers, and this variety has a very cute name, called the White Rabbit. It's a pity that now it's withered. ”

"After raising it for so many days, it's really a bit reluctant to throw it away in the end."

"Classmate Bian, do you think it's good-looking?"

As she finished speaking, she turned her face sideways and asked him.

She suddenly leaned close to him.

He only had to lower his eyes to see her beautiful eyes.

He suddenly felt that the white rose matched her suspender nightdress very well.

She was holding a white rose in her hand and smiling at him.

She's too candid.

So much so that it made him feel that all his unwarranted speculations were shady and blasphemous against her.

"What's wrong? Bian-classmate. ”

Jiang Chacha asked again.

Eyes stared at him without blinking.

In that case, would he still doubt her?

He was dumbfounded, after a long silence.

"It's fine."

He looked down at the white rose in his hand.

The petals are still pure white, with only a little yellowing at the edges.

He had just given birth to the idea that this flower was the bouquet he had given her earlier.

However, it shouldn't be here.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

He glanced at the rose in his hand and put it back in the vase.

In fact, ginger tea is not very good at making tea.

The two sat in the living room, and Bian Jichen was making tea the whole time. And the small lump of ginger cha cha curled up on the sofa, wrapping her arms around herself.

Bian Jichen handed her the boiled tea.

She took it and took a sip absentmindedly.

He could see that she had been in poor shape today. Since the summer resort, she has been very angry with him.

The two drank tea silently for a while.

Jiang Chacha held the teacup with both hands, lowered his eyes, and drank it in small sips.

Suddenly, the phone she had placed on the table rang.

It's a telephone ringtone.

And she is now registered on WeChat...... Work trumpet.

So who's going to message her at this time?

Ginger Cha Cha Fox was suspicious.

She secretly glanced at Bian Jichen, who was sitting opposite, who was sipping tea with an indifferent expression.

She picked up her phone and took a look.

Her face instantly darkened.

It was Wen Huaizhi who called......

When she saw this note, she was so frightened that her fingers trembled.

She didn't want to take it.

But...... She didn't dare not answer his call.

But she ...... now I can't take it either.

Bian Jichen was next to him.

How could she use the trumpet of work to answer Wen Huaizhi's call in front of him?

If he heard the student council president call her "teacher", he didn't know how strange that cold face would be.

Ten seconds after the phone rang, Jiang Chacha trembled her fingers and finally clicked to hang up.

Bian Jichen didn't ask.

Jiang Cha Cha breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, not long after her breath went down, she instantly brought it up again.

After the other party was hung up, he patiently broadcast back.

The phone continued to ring, and the phone she had placed on her desk began to vibrate at the same time.

This time, Jiang Chacha didn't even think about it, so he just pressed it.

Then bow your head and quickly switch WeChat back to the large number.

"Why don't you pick it up?"

Bian Jichen just took a sip of tea and raised his eyes to look at her.

She can't say that Wen Huaizhi called.

While Jiang Chacha put the phone back on the table, she said absentmindedly: "It's just a harassing call, don't worry about it." ”

Bian Jichen's eyes glanced at her thoughtfully, and he didn't ask again.

Both of them were silent tonight, and the atmosphere was not quite right.

His complexion was also much colder than usual.

Just before he could leave, he heard her stop him from behind him.

"Bian-san."

Even the title is as raw as ever.

He stopped at the door, and instead of turning around, he turned his face slightly to look at her.

"The new semester is coming."

"When the new president and vice president are elected, will you vote for me?"

As Jiang Chacha spoke, the hem of her skirt swayed, and she looked at her toes.

Her head was heavy, and all she remembered was that he seemed to have said something vaguely like that—

"My tickets are all yours."

With that, he took a step away from his long legs and left.

Jiang Cha Cha turned around and was about to close the door.

Just as the door was about to close, there was a bang, and a pair of hands suddenly came over, stopping her from closing the door.

The doorway was dimly lit.

When he reached the door with one hand, it was as if he had blocked her in this corner.

His dark eyes were fixed on her.

"How about I move back?"

(End of chapter)