Shen Rujing was stunned, as if she didn't expect him to really agree to her invitation.

"That'...... Sunday at 3 p.m., the café at the back entrance of the school, is that okay? ”

She lowered her eyes to avoid Song Xun's gaze, and every word she spit out was like a toothpaste that was about to run out, slowly squeezing out.

"Hmm." The boy hummed lazily, "What's the matter?" ”

He supported his chin with his left hand, turned the black pen in his right hand, casual but uninhibited, and his gaze casually crossed the girl's lowered eyebrows—

He obviously agreed to her invitation, but he couldn't find a look of joy on the other party's face.

"I didn't ...... Without. Shen Rujing raised her head and smiled, but her shallow smile was a little reluctant, "Thank you." ”

She lowered her head and sat down in her seat, took out "Five Three", trying to hide her inner complexity with brushing questions.

Song Xun, who has always been close to people, agreed to her request, Shen Rujing should have felt happy and joyful, if Ding Yiting was right, she could rest assured that she would be able to devote herself to study for the next half a year.

But she couldn't be happier.

She couldn't imagine Sunday, when he came to the appointment, and then found that she was just a tool she used to get rid of others.

When he finds out, will he hate her?

She remembered the white and blue school uniform hanging on the drying rack, and when it was blown up by the wind, it was as if her chest was also full of warmth, full of good memories.

But she wants to kill these beautiful things inch by inch.

But Ding Yiting is like a time bomb, her mobile phone is like a lead, and she doesn't know when it will explode.

On Sunday morning, Ding Yiting came to the door of the classroom again and stopped her with a smile.

However, the atmosphere between the two was unusually stagnant and silent, and Ding Yiting's tone was not very polite, "Have I done your business?" ”

Similar to the commanding tone of a superior to a subordinate.

This tone is no stranger to Shen Rujing, in the third year of junior high school, Ding Yiting just put the words "fold my quilt", "buy me a bottle of water" and "throw away the garbage for me", and commanded her for three years.

Shen Rujing avoided Ding Yiting's gaze, as if this would make her feel less guilty in her heart, "Well, the place and time are what they said." ”

The shell seemed to wander out, and she watched her lips close one by one, but her brain went blank, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

"Yes, you're doing well." Ding Yiting patted Shen Rujing's shoulder, pinched her face again, and was avoided by Shen Rujing.

She was not angry, she still smiled brightly, "Don't worry, as long as I date Song Xun this afternoon, I won't come to you again in the future." ”

Shen Rujing looked to the side and did not speak.

At the end of the last class in the morning, after the teacher announced the end of the class, everyone cheered excitedly and sent the teacher away with warm applause.

After the devastation of midterm exams, most people are exhausted, and the precious rest time on the weekend is even more precious.

Shen Rujing didn't dare to look at the teenager beside her, and ran out of the classroom as if she was running away.

Song Xun looked at the back of the girl leaving in a hurry, and the corners of her lips hooked slightly.

Jiang Shaoyu, who came to find Song Xun as usual, first casually teased the girl at the door as usual, and then kept talking about it on the road, "The venue booked this afternoon, I heard that ......"

was interrupted by Song Xun in a faint voice, "You can go with Ji Ze later, I have something to do in the afternoon." ”

Jiang Shaoyu: "......? No, what did I tell you to come last week, you said you were going to be with me this afternoon, you can't leave me alone! ”

"You said it, and I'm going to promise you?" Song Xun raised his eyebrows, lazy and lacking in interest, "Besides, are you three years old Jiang Shaoyu, you have to be accompanied by someone, do you want me to accompany you to kindergarten again?" ”

Jiang Shaoyu's face did not change: "How do you know that I am less than three years old and need someone to accompany me." ”

Song Xun: "......"

He deeply felt that his small hair was really not cleaned up, and it was not unreasonable for Aunt Jiang to be angry every day.

Seeing Song Xun narrowing his eyes dangerously, Jiang Shaoyu accepted it when he saw it, and quickly gave in: "Okay, I'll go to Ji Ze, in order to make up for my mental loss, you will pay for the consumption in the afternoon." ”

I think that Jiang Shaoyu, who was seven or eight years old at the time, was also the existence of the courtyard tyrant in the compound, leading the children in the courtyard, so he was not mighty, and he caused trouble and fights everywhere, until he met Song Xun, who had just transferred to another school......

The past is unbearable, that day Xiao Jiang Shaoyu cried all the way, and went home with a swollen bun face to complain to his mother.

Song Xun was speechless, took out a card and threw it over, "Okay, I'll pay." ”

Jiang Shaoyu stretched out his hand to catch it, and gave a thumbs up with a smile, "It's worthy of Song Shao, the million membership card will be given, Song Shao is atmospheric!" ”

Song Xun: ......

"Get out of here." He kicked Jiang Shaoyu, who was hippie and smiling.

Jiang Shaoyu whistled indifferently and went to find Ji Ze beautifully.

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School back door.

The café is decorated with extremely elegant and tranquil decoration, with small purple flowers swaying gently in front of the door, tables and chairs in a slightly European minimalist style, and exquisite bouquets of flowers and landscape postcards printed in English on each table, petty bourgeoisie and fresh.

It is very suitable for dating or studying, but because of the high per capita consumption, even in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School, where students are generally well-off, the passenger flow is relatively small.

Today was an accident, the small café was crammed with people, and the waiters were so busy that they had eight hands to order and make coffee.

Most of the customers were female students, whispering in a low voice, and their eyes seemed to be on the window side.

There was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old sitting by the window, with slightly messy black hair covering his forehead, his side face was angular, the bridge of his nose was high, he was wearing headphones, his eyes were slightly closed, and his temperament was cold and repulsive.

The neckline of the school uniform is open at will, a little uninhibited, showing a clean and pure youth.

The time has passed three o'clock, and there is still no figure of the girl, Song Xun knocked on the desktop with his fingers, and slid the mobile phone screen with his other hand.

Even if you are wearing headphones, you can hear the whispers behind you, as well as the burning and shy eyes of the girls.

It's too noisy. Song Xun twisted his eyebrows a little irritably, he didn't like noisy occasions.

He patiently prepared to wait another five minutes, when a shadow fell and he looked up, but it was not a familiar face.

The girl smiled at him, "Hello, I'm Ding Yiting from Class 5." ”

"Something?" His tone was not very polite.

Ding Yiting's face stiffened slightly, and then she quietly covered up the past, "Jingjing, she doesn't seem to have a good stomach, so she may not be able to come, let me replace ......"

Song Xun hummed coldly, got up and was about to leave, but Ding Yiting hurriedly stopped, "Not necessarily...... When I left, she said she was much better and might come back later. ”

Song Xun's gaze fell on Ding Yiting's face, and for the first time, he looked at the other party squarely, and asked rhetorically, "Really?" ”

It's obviously a very light gaze, but it seems to be able to see through everything, and the sense of oppression is very strong.

Ding Yiting's forehead unconsciously oozed fine sweat, she had never been so nervous when she was taught by the school director's uncle, she stiffened her smile and snorted, "Yes, she, she just sent a message saying that it will be there in ten minutes." ”

Seeing Song Xun return to her position, Ding Yiting breathed a long sigh of relief, remembering what she had just said, and she couldn't help but lie, so she had to bow her head and send a text message to Shen Rujing: You come over quickly, don't talk next to you when the meeting arrives.

Ding Yiting never thought that someone would be so difficult to talk to.

No matter what she said, the boy was not salty or light, she racked her brains to find a topic, and all she got was a perfunctory answer.

She could barely think of anything else to say.

Not only is it difficult to talk about, but it is also difficult to flirt!

Thinking about the boyfriends she had before, which one was not just a few words casually pasted up, and occasionally a few were difficult to chase, she was a little deliberately ambiguous, physical contact, and those so-called kaolin flowers were also willing to be her ministers under her skirt.

Ding Yiting pretended to inadvertently ruffle her hair, revealing her slender wrists and pearl earrings on her ears, and sprayed perfume on her wrists quite deliberately before going out.

"Song Xun, you are Jingjing's tablemate, isn't your relationship very good?"

There was no way, she had to use Shen Rujing as an entry point to find a topic.

The young man finally raised a little interest, "You and Shen Rujing are friends, don't you know?" ”

Ding Yiting: "......"

She coughed dryly, "Haha, Jingjing is a more modest person, tell me that I don't know you well, then I don't believe it, you must have a good relationship......"

But in his heart, he was frantically shouting: Quickly refute me, quickly say that you two are just classmates and don't know each other.

Song Xun didn't answer the conversation, but said, "When will she come?" The tone was already a little impatient, as if patience was running out.

Ding Yiting's nerves tightened, and she was about to send another text message to urge, when a gentle female voice sounded-

"Sorry, I'm late."

The timbre is like a wind chime under the eaves, refreshing and pleasant, and the breeze blows, lingering and soft.

Ding Yiting raised her head, it was Shen Rujing, the girl's beautiful goose egg face, a pair of apricot eyes were as moist as autumn water, she was pursing her lips, looking at them with some apprehension.

Song Xun looked at Shen Rujing lightly, and his chin gestured to Ding Yiting next to him, and his tone was slightly cold, "This is?" ”

I was asking her what was going on.

Shen Rujing unconsciously tightened the strap of the schoolbag in her hand, "She...... She is my junior high school classmate, and she is not very good at some questions, so I want to ask for advice together. ”

The young man sighed lazily, with no expression on his face, making it uncertain whether he was angry or not.

The uneasiness in Shen Rujing's heart was a little deeper, that is, she was afraid that Song Xun would be angry and throw her face away, and she was also worried that Ding Yiting's dissatisfaction would become worse.

She had no choice but to ease the atmosphere, "That...... Student Ding, didn't you say that you don't understand the question and want to ask for advice? ”

Ding Yiting suddenly came back to her senses, raised the corners of her lips with a smile, and said in a delicate tone, "Song Xun, I don't understand some questions, can I ask you?" ”

As she spoke, she pulled out the prop test paper that she had prepared a long time ago and walked over.

Unexpectedly, Song Xun directly changed to a seat farther away from her, leaving no trace of emotion, "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to perfume." ”

His expression was unwavering, and he couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or plain bluntness.

Ding Yiting: "......"

She not only dressed up carefully when she went out today, but also sprayed a perfume that she had specially purchased in an urgent manner.

Then the other party told her that he was allergic to perfume?

She didn't know how to answer for a while, so she had to smile stiffly and said, "Ha, haha, yes, that...... Song Xun: What do you want to drink? ”

Song Xun didn't answer, but looked at Shen Rujing on the side, "What are you drinking?" ”

Shen Rujing was mentioned suddenly, and only lowered her head and pretended to look at the menu seriously, "Ah...... I—I'll have a Blue Mountain coffee. ”

She randomly chose the cheapest one on the menu.

Song Xun looked at Ding Yiting again, "I'm the same as her." ”

Ding Yiting: "......"

How does she feel that Song Xun treats her as a waiter?

Ding Yiting got up with a smile and went to greet the waiter to order, and when she came back, she saw Shen Rujing and Song Xun sitting opposite each other, young and girl, one casual and uninhibited, the other gentle and well-behaved, the picture actually has a sense of beauty, which makes people can't bear to destroy.

Inexplicably, there is an illusion that these two are here to date, and she is just bringing it over by the way.

Ding Yiting gritted her teeth in her heart, but she still kept a smile on her face and continued to talk to Song Xun.

However, until the coffee was delivered, she couldn't get Song Xun to say another word.

After the coffee was delivered, Shen Rujing took a sip, it was silky and fragrant, and the mellow taste was a little sour.

Song Xun ordered the same flavor as her, two delicate white porcelain cups, one on the left and one on the right, very close, unusually intimate, at first glance it looks like a couple's cup.

This thought made Shen Rujing's heart beat faster for a moment, she lowered her head and pretended to do the question, and then heard Song Xun's deep voice ring above her head, "Don't you know it?" ”

Shen Rujing raised her head as if frightened, and saw that the other party was staring at her steadily.

Her hand shook slightly, "Not yet, not for the time being." As if to hide her panic and the ridiculous thought just now, she picked up the white porcelain cup again and took a sip.

The bitter taste made her nerves irritate, and she put down the cup, only to find that Song Xun's gaze was a little weird.

Ding Yiting was also beside her, looking at her with a shocked look on her face - the cup in her hand.

Shen Rujing lowered her head as if she had realized something, and suddenly found that the two white porcelain cups looked too similar and were too close to each other, and she took the wrong cup.

At this moment, Song Xun's cup of coffee, on the smooth rim of the cup, there is a shallow layer of lip prints.