Song Xuan, who had been looking down at the book, raised his head sharply and looked at the young man standing behind the podium.

The young man is about 20 years old, with short black hair fluffy and soft, a handsome face, smiling eyes, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his tall nose, and a gentle expression and elegant temperament, which makes people feel good at a glance.

It was a stranger, and Song Xuan was sure that he had never seen him, and the other party did not bear the slightest resemblance to the face that flashed in his mind.

Is it just that the sound is somewhat similar? Song Xuan thought to himself, but he didn't dare to deny it directly.

There are more people with similar voices in this world, and Song Xuan can't determine the identity of the other party just by similar voices.

The people behind the podium were still introducing themselves, and the dark eyes behind the lenses were calmly and gently watching the classmates in the classroom.

Song Xuan's mind appeared that the eyes of the evil spirit, which were also black eyes, and when the evil spirit looked at people, there was only undisguised arrogance and malice in his eyes.

They are two completely different people.

Thinking of this, Song Xuan lowered his head again, no longer paying attention to the senior who was about to lead them on a field trip.

At the same time, Jiang Jin, who was alias Jiang Tang on the podium, looked in the direction of Song Xuan as if unintentionally, and the gentle curvature of the corners of his mouth widened a few points.

233 complained in Jiang Jin's mind: [Half a month! Half a month! I'm going to think you've forgotten your mission, host! 】

[How could you forget. Jiang Jin smiled casually, [You can only catch big fish with a long line, so you can rest assured. 】

'Jiang Tang' is young and strong, with a good appearance and a gentle personality, and he quickly got along with his classmates.

After the first day of familiarization, the school released the students early, asked them to go home to prepare their luggage and inspection tools, and gathered at the school the next morning to set off.

Song Siran and Song Xuan were in the same class, and at dinner time after returning home, he naturally mentioned this collective field trip to his family, and also mentioned the 'Jiang Tang senior'.

Song Siran's tone could not hide his praise and admiration: "Brother Jiang is very powerful, our whole class fought with him in the actual combat class during the day, and we couldn't beat him." ”

Teenagers of this age already worship the strong, even Song Siran, who has a prominent family background, is no exception, and 'Jiang Tang seniors' have used their strength to win the love and trust of most of the students in the class.

Lin Yuan thought for a while and asked, "You said his name is Jiang Tang?" Why haven't I heard of this person in the circle before? ”

Song Siran said: "Maybe it's a hidden master? ”

Lin Yuan nodded, the metaphysical circle is very small but also very large, and the famous families in the circle have more or less common resources, but in addition to the famous big families, there are also many folk masters who have been cultivating in a low-key manner and are unwilling to join the association.

That Jiang Tang may be such a master.

The mother and son talked happily with each other, but they didn't notice that after hearing the name 'Jiang Tang', Song Qingzhou's expression changed suddenly, and he was hidden by him for only a moment.

Song Qingzhou asked casually: "Ginger candy?" Is ginger candy? ”

"It's not candy, it's Tang of Datang, Brother Jiang specially emphasized." Song Siran explained.

Hearing this, Song Qingzhou's slightly twisted eyebrows suddenly loosened. Since it is the Tang of the Tang Dynasty, and Song Siran did not deny the ginger of ginger, it means that the person is called 'Jiang Tang', not 'Jiang Jiao'.

The name 'Jiang Jiao' is an untouchable taboo for him, no, for all the Song family members who know the inside story.

Song Qingzhou didn't notice that his series of vague expression changes were all taken into the eyes of Song Xuan, who had been eating quietly and did not intervene in their conversation.

- Jiang Tang? Still is...... Other 'ginger tang'?

*

Early the next morning, everyone gathered at the school. In the last few minutes before departure, Jiang Jin was finally late.

The thirty-six people in the first class had all gotten into the car, and when they saw that their leader had finally arrived, someone complained in a familiar tone: "Brother Jiang, you're too late, right?" It's going to be a minute late! ”

The handsome young man waved his hand at everyone: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there was a sudden urgent matter that delayed time." ”

Jiang Jin quickly counted the number of people in the car, nodded at the driver and said, "Master, everyone has arrived, and you can go." ”

The bus slowly drove away from the school, and among all the people on the bus, except for Jiang Yao, the team leader, and the driver who drove the car, no one knew where they were going this time.

There are far more seats on the bus than a class of students, and everyone sits next to each other, and you can see at a glance who has a good relationship with whom.

Jiang Jin found Song Xuan in the crowd at a glance.

The boy sat alone by the window, holding a simple black bag with his arms around him, Bluetooth headphones in his ears, his head looking out the window slightly, his black eyes were calm and his expression was indifferent, as if he was completely cut off from the outside world.

Song Xuan sat in the last row, and in front of him, there were three rows of seats, and it seemed that the whole class tacitly excluded him from the class.

It is said that a class is a collective, but now in this collective, it is obvious that there is no place for Song Xuan.

Isn't this kind of indifference, ignorance, and cold violence another form of school bullying?

Even if he had known Song Xuan's situation in the class for a long time, 233 couldn't help but beep in distress: [It's so pitiful, it's really pitiful. 】

Jiang Jin sighed softly in his heart, raised his feet and walked straight to the back of the carriage.

On the way, other classmates waved at him and said enthusiastically: "Brother Jiang can't come to sit here, there are still vacant seats here!" ”

"Brother Jiang, the spell you used yesterday was too cowshit! Come and tell me about it! ”

"Brother Jiang......"

Jiang Jin refused them all, and said in a calm and gentle tone: "I didn't have a good rest last night, I'll go back to make up for sleep." ”

Everyone's voices paused for a moment with tacit understanding, and there was only one person sitting in the back of the carriage, and everyone knew this.

But the reasons given by Jiang Jin were too sufficient, and they couldn't find any other reason for him not to go to the back seat, so they could only glance at each other, and vaguely shake their heads or sigh.

Someone quietly pulled Song Siran and said, "Brother Song, do you want to-"

Although Song Xuan is the adopted son of the Song family, everyone knows that Song Siran and Song Xuan do not deal with each other, to be precise, Song Siran unilaterally does not like Song Xuan, Song Xuan has always ignored him, and even if he is targeted, he rarely reacts.

The Song family is very famous in the metaphysical circle, and the best family background in the entire class is Song Siran, he doesn't like Song Xuan, and the rest of the class can't get too close to Song Xuan.

In the past, every time it was about Song Xuan, the people in the class either deliberately ignored it, or went to find Song Siran, and Song Siran was also happy to go to Song Xuan's trouble.

But this time, before the man could finish speaking, Song Siran interrupted him and said, "I'm also sleepy, and I'll wake me up when it's almost time." ”

The man had no choice but to give up.

Jiang Jin took all the reactions of everyone into his eyes, and his eyes hidden behind the lenses flashed. His goal was very clear, and he didn't look at so many empty seats in the back of the carriage, and sat directly next to the young man.

Sensing that someone was sitting down next to him, Song Xuan took a distracted look.

Jiang Yu greeted him with bent eyes: "Hello." ”

Song Xuan didn't speak, he glanced at the three rows of vacant seats in front of him, and then at the three vacant seats next to Jiang Jin, and his tone was quite indifferent: "There are seats in front." ”

The expression and tone all conveyed a meaning to Jiang Yao: Don't suffer Lao Tzu.

Jiang Jin was almost amused by him: "But I just want to sit here." ”

Song Xuan glanced him up and down, and saw that the other party really had no intention of moving his position, so he held his bag and was about to change seats, but was pressed by the person next to him on the shoulder.

"Just don't you want to see me? Well? The young man still had a gentle and non-aggressive smile on his face, but his voice was suddenly lowered, so low that only the two of them could hear, "My dear, sacrifice, sacrifice?"

The voice was deliberately prolonged, with a full sense of playfulness and malice that Song Xuan was extremely familiar with.

Song Xuan's body stiffened suddenly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

- It's him.

He didn't feel wrong yesterday, it turned out to be him!

"Excited to see me?" Jiang Jin gently squeezed the young man's stiff shoulder, as if trying to make the other party relax, "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you." ”

Song Xuan: "......"

Song Xuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had regained his calm. Although he hadn't met the evil spirits for a long time, he had a rough idea of how to get along with the evil spirits in the only time he had spent before that.

The person next to him withdrew his hand, leaned against the seat and closed his eyes, as if he was really resting.

But Song Xuan's ears sounded a voice that only he could hear: "This is a little secret between us, don't let others know." ”

Obviously his tone was soft and soft, but Song Xuan heard a hint of threat in it, he glanced at the gentle young man who seemed to have fallen asleep from the corner of his eye, and quickly lowered his eyelashes to hide the ridicule in his eyes.

Let others know? Tell these guys in the class, led by Song Siran, who have no ego, and others say that the wind is the rain?

Song Xuan sneered lightly in his heart, he was not so kind.