This sentence was like a raging flood, washing away the floodgates of her memory, and overwhelming abuse followed.
I took deep breaths again and again, barely suppressing the sadness in my heart, and comforting myself that I was no longer the cowardly person.
Carefully read through the comments above, and you will find Wen Jingjing’s reply to every unsightly insult.
Floor 237: Shen Qinghe was so close to him.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom: Open your eyes and see, he is the one who approaches first.
Floor 236: If you have a girlfriend, don’t you know how to avoid it?
Jingdaihuakai: I told you that he has a girlfriend?
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Floor 50: We found out, it’s junior Shen Qinghe.
Floor 49: It’s so shameless, damn Green Tea, I don’t know what Jiang Yao sees in her.
Floor 48: We are jealous that Nancy is beautiful and talented, and is also an anchor. What kind of boy do you want?
Above are two videos, one is of Shen Qing and Funanxi deliberately falling, and the other is of Jiang Yao approaching her for comfort.
After Wen Jingjing answered the question, she sat down and stared at Shen Qinghe worriedly, fearing that she would miss the subtle changes in her expression.
After returning the phone to her, Shen Qinghe took out the phone with a smile and typed the following line under the post:
Are you envious? This is the treatment you don’t get.
Wen Jingjing kept a lot of words in her mouth. Since she couldn't discuss it quietly in class, she took advantage of books to post messages in the group despite the wind.
Wen Jingjing: Most of the people in this post are fans of Nancy, and some are fans of Jiang Yao. Don’t be affected.
Chen Anzhi: Nancy?
Wen Jingjing: Nancy = Taoji
Chen Anzhi: Are you here to hack our Qinghe again?!
Shen Qinghe: I'm fine. As usual today, I went to the cafeteria to check, but there was nothing edible. I sent you a message and you ordered takeout.
The professor dragged the class away, and the cafeteria was occupied by freshmen in military green.
There was very little food, and there were some dishes left which looked unappetizing.
Xu Shijiang Yao's appearance was so superior that Shen Qinghe saw him at a glance when he was freshly dressed in uniform.
I felt guilty and wanted to avoid him, after all, I just tore his pants that morning.
fried chicken!
Regardless of the embarrassment, she sat next to him and looked at the fried chicken that she had been craving for on the table. She swallowed silently and started to tear into the most tender chicken legs.
Jiang Yao tapped her hand twice with chopsticks, and she retracted in pain.
She stared at the fried chicken with eyes wide open: "I'll try it for you first to see if it's poisonous."
"The chef wants to poison me?" Jiang Yao chuckled, resting his arm on the table and half-lying his head.
"Yeah, I'm jealous of your handsomeness."
The small face as big as a palm suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, with cunning hidden in his peach blossom eyes, his eyes were like autumn water, and his small mouth was crystal clear.
Jiang Yao's Adam's apple rolled, and he subconsciously pinched the tips of his hot ears, pushed the fried chicken in front of her, and said in an unnatural tone: "Well, eat it."
Shen Qinghe's eyes shone as he tore off the chicken legs and gnawed them with relish, his eyes never leaving the fried chicken.
Seeing him tearing off a piece of chicken wing, he slurred: "No, I haven't tried this to see if it's poisonous! You eat the chicken legs first."
Jiang Yao tilted her head slightly, with tiny gleams in her eyes as if she was about to shine, and slowly dismantled the fried chicken, leaving all the meaty parts to her.
After eating and drinking, Shen Qinghe leaned back on his chair, always feeling that he had forgotten something important.
what is it then?
A pair of big hands touched her little face, and his calloused thumbs gently wiped the corners of her mouth.
His eyebrows are clearly defined, his eyelids are half-draped, his long and curled eyelashes half-cover his passionate eyes, and his thin lips are pursed into a line.
Shen Qinghe's body stiffened and he held his breath. The sound of his heartbeat was infinitely amplified.
After a while, he raised his eyelids and looked at her.
He turned his head and stuttered a little: "Let's go..."
He left as if running away.
Jiang Yao lowered his head, twirled his thumb with his index finger, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Remember to come in the afternoon."
The sound dissipated in the noisy restaurant.
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The dusk is getting darker, the floating clouds are misty, and half of the heat has been absorbed.
After dinner, the freshmen returned to the playground one after another, waiting for evening training.
Jiang Yao sat under the shade of the tree, leaning against the tree behind him as if he were boneless, with his slender legs slightly spread out and his posture unruly.
Lu Jinbai squatted casually beside him, a little idle, lowering his head and scratching on the ground: "Other class assistants have come here several times. Sister Qinghe can come here once today, and I will eat this tree."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow cast over his body.
No! As soon as the flag was set up, people came?
Looking up, he was petite and cute, with round almond-shaped eyes that looked innocent and harmless, and didn't look aggressive at all.
Why does it look familiar?
There was a suspicious blush on the girl's fair face, and she timidly opened her mouth. Wu Nong said softly: "Jiang Yao, give you some water."
They came to bring water to Jiang Yao again. Lu Jinbai couldn't help but joke: "Isn't it, sister, you don't have to share it with me?"
Hearing this, the girl was stunned for two or three seconds, and her cheeks turned redder: "No, it's not..."
It took a long time, but no result was announced.
A hint of impatience flashed in Jiang Yao's eyes, and he said a faint "Yeah", took the water she handed him, pointed it at the trash can next to him, and tossed it gently.
"Bang."
The bottle of water went into the trash can.
Lu Jinbai was impressed by his smooth and smooth movements and applauded: "Good shot!"
"Get out of the way." His voice was cold.
"Huh?" The girl bit her delicate lips, her wet eyes were red, and she was a little confused.
Jiang Yao was facing the entrance of the playground, and the girl just blocked his view. He was very irritated, and he didn't care about his tone: "It's my sight."
The girl wrung her hands and slowly moved to the side.
The person I wanted to see appeared in the realization range riding a tricycle. There was a surprise in his eyes and he was in a happy mood: "Remember to chew the tree."
Taking three steps at a time and two steps at a time, he ran towards her.
The girl was stunned by the contrast between his front and back, her eyes were red, and there was a hint of haze in her eyes.
Lu Jinbai handed her a piece of paper, silently sighing that he was a good person, and he didn't know if there were any kind people willing to help him chew the tree.
Shen Qinghe struggled to pedal a tricycle filled with several boxes of water. His legs were almost broken and he didn't move much.
The freshmen passing by walked faster than her, and some even turned around to laugh at her.
This is obviously naked ridicule!
Angry, she pushed hard a few more times, but still no one was faster.
Oncoming people directly press the handlebars.
Shen Qinghe was stunned. It seemed that the person was Jiang Yao. He seemed to have seen a savior: "Quickly, send the water to your class."
Jiang Yao lowered his eyes, took over the task of riding the tricycle, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't you come this afternoon?"
Shen Qinghe sat on the edge at the back and didn't hear any change in his tone. He responded with a smile: "After class, I'm going to bed."
A pair of young lovers fighting appeared in front of them. They didn't pay attention to the approaching tricycle. Jiang Yao braked suddenly to avoid the tragedy of collision.
Shen Qinghe staggered and bumped into his broad back, and subconsciously hugged his waist.
There is no trace of fat on his waist, his waist is lean, and you can feel his clear muscle lines.
The nose is filled with his unique woody aroma and a faint smell of tobacco.
When he raised his head, he turned back and met his smiling eyes.
His voice was his usual drawl: "Throw yourself into your arms?"