Shen Qinghe's attention was always on the wardrobe, and he didn't notice what Wen Jingjing said, so he said perfunctorily: "You're right."
Wen Jingjing opened her eyes wide: "You know everything?"
Shen Qinghe came to his senses: "What do you know?"
Seeing her take a few steps closer to the closet, Shen Qinghe took her wrist and sat on a chair far away from the closet.
Wen Jingjing stared at her suspiciously and wouldn't even let her get close to the bed. Something was wrong with her, very wrong.
She didn't think too much about it, and just wanted to share the shocking news with Shen Qinghe: "Jiang Yao's broken arm in her freshman year of high school was not something He Na asked someone to do. It was caused by the opposing boy's player playing black. They were playing black.
Ball is famous among boys."
Shen Qinghe didn't answer. She didn't want to discuss this topic right now. She poured two glasses of water, one for her and one for herself.
After taking a few sips, his tone was sparse and normal, and no emotion could be heard: "I know."
Wen Jingjing didn't understand why she seemed to be staying out of it, and even drank water leisurely.
A little anxious: "Do you know what this means?"
"Know."
Wen Jingjing stood up in excitement: "I know you still react like this? If He Na hadn't threatened Jiang Yao with her hand, would you have transferred to another school?"
Shen Qinghe lowered his eyes and tightened his hand holding the cup slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wen Jingjing was so angry: "The school violence you experienced when you transferred to another school, the teacher's pua would not have happened! Your grades would not have dropped so much, and you would not be as timid as you were when you first came to college.
, a state of being unconfident.”
God knows how distressed she felt when she saw Shen Qinghe. She and Jiang Yao were always protecting the girl they loved, and they turned into such ghosts in just half a year.
It took her a whole summer vacation to make Shen Qinghe look normal.
Shen Qinghe sighed, a deep feeling of powerlessness spreading everywhere.
He Na is also one of the girls who likes Jiang Yao. She is the more crazy type.
After Jiang Yao's arm was broken, He Na came to visit her and said in an arrogant tone: "I crippled Jiang Yao's arm this time, just as a reminder. If you don't transfer to another school, I don't mind finding someone to cripple his hand again."
Shen Qinghe knew how much Jiang Yao yearned to become a professional player.
A few days before the accident, she and Jiang Yao were chatting on the rooftop.
Jiang Yao sat on the edge of the railing, facing her: "After the college entrance examination is over, I will go to work professionally."
She sat closer to the back, still holding a sandwich in her hand: "But the best condition for professional players seems to be between the ages of 16 and 20! You don't go until you are 18, and after another year of training, you can only play for one year!
"
The breeze ruffled his hair and the corners of his clothes fluttered. He said with high spirits: "It only takes half a year for me to stand on the professional stage."
The determination in his tone and the firmness in his eyes made him shine in the sun.
She knew the importance of hands better, so she transferred to another school without telling Jiang Yao.
When she transferred to another school, Jiang Yao didn't know what he was busy with, and he was often invisible at school. Thanks to his absence, she was able to transfer to another school smoothly.
Those six months and more were the last thing she wanted to remember.
If she hadn't met Song Ci, taught Shen Qinghe how to play games, taught her to quarrel with others, and spent every difficult night with her, she wouldn't have been able to return to her original self, or even become more confident.
The previous Song Ci had special meaning to her. However, the later Song Ci seemed to be a different person, becoming increasingly unreasonable.
My thoughts continue to diverge, and some of them cannot be taken back.
"Qinghe?" Wen Jingjing regretted saying so much to her.
Shen Qinghe shook her arm to calm her down: "It's over now. So what if you know it. It can't be changed."
Feeling sorry for yourself or resenting others is punishment for yourself. Instead of internal friction, it is better to let go and look forward.
When she sat down, Shen Qinghe threw himself into her arms: "Besides, you are all by my side now, and that's enough."
As the saying goes, those who are content are always happy.
Wen Jingjing didn't want to go into detail, for fear that it would bring back those bad memories for her.
Shen Qinghe suddenly sat up straight: "What's the situation between you and Lu Jinbai?"
Wen Jingjing was rarely shy: "We'll talk about it tonight."
"You mean you want to sleep with me?"
What about Jiang Yao?
Wen Jingjing frowned: "No?"
There was a rustling sound coming from the closet.
The light in Wen Jingjing's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she approached the closet lightly.
After taking a few steps, Shen Qinghe pulled her back. She narrowed her eyes, and her gaze became more scrutinizing.
Why not let her near the closet?
Shen Qinghe broke out into a thin layer of sweat nervously, and his tone rose a few points: "Okay!"
Wen Jingjing frowned: "Didn't you hear the movement in the closet?"
"No." Shen Qinghe's eyes were wandering.
"Is there a man hiding in the closet?"
Shen Qinghe laughed dryly, and she had to obey Wen Jingjing's intuition: "How is that possible!"
Wen Jingjing felt a cramp in her stomach and had no time to spend time with her, so she walked towards the toilet in a weird posture.
As soon as the toilet door closed, Shen Qinghe went to the closet and wanted to explain a few words to Jiang Yao.
If he stayed in the dark for a long time, his eyes would be uncomfortable if strong light came in. So Shen Qinghe only opened the door to a size that could accommodate her, and blocked most of the light sources with his body.
He closed his eyes and looked tired. A small drop of water hung at the end of his eyelashes, and there was a light grayish-blue color under his eyes. His breathing rate was regular and even, and his chest was rising and falling slightly, as if he was asleep.
Shen Qinghe poked his nose, but there was no response.
At the same time, she was a little lucky that he was asleep and didn't hear her.
"Qinghe, get me a sanitary napkin."
"good."
Shen Qinghe turned around to find sanitary napkins.
There was an extra arm on her waist, and with a little force, she fell into the closet, and her back hit his hard chest.
His breath lingered around her, and his warm breath brushed her neck, tickling her a little.
My heartbeat skipped half a beat, and then it beat rapidly, as if it was about to rush out.
The voice was soft and soft, like a coquettish one: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yao's chin poked the crook of her neck, his voice was unsteady and slightly nasal: "Are you stupid?"
The answer was wrong and Shen Qinghe couldn't react.
"Um?"
A drop of water fell on Shen Qinghe's collarbone, the temperature was scorching.
Did he cry?
She turned slightly to the side, trying to confirm her suspicion.
Jiang Yao reacted very quickly, guessed what she was thinking, and stopped her movements in time. He tightened his arms bit by bit, as if he wanted to melt the person into his bones and blood.
Even though his breathing was a little difficult due to the stranglehold, Shen Qinghe didn't struggle and let him hold him, breathing unsteadily: "What's wrong?" You must have heard it, right?
"It's okay." The voice was still a little muffled.
Shen Qinghe was still worried: "Is everything okay?"
"Yes." Jiang Yao's nose gently rubbed her neck, and his voice was hoarse.