Wen Jing paused his hand, and heard the sound, looking up at the door.

Chen Shuo leaned obliquely against the edge of the door. I don’t know how long I stood, but the transparent sunlight poured on him, and the whole person was covered with golden light.

He had no emotions on his face and had a bag of things in his hand.

After a while, his eyelids were raised and his eyes flashed across the quiet, but he answered Song Si, his voice was very light: "I'm not doing anything."

An Jing was a little surprised. Why did he stand at the door and not come in?

As the summer talks, I see An Jing absent-minded and look up.

There were Chen Shu and Song Si at the door, but he didn't know what An Jing had to do with them. He just glanced at him and lowered his head, and asked her: "What's wrong?"

An Jing shook her head. There was an outsider here. She couldn't talk to Chen Shu directly.

Then he lowered his eyes, looked at the steps he had just written on the draft paper, and pondered: "Thank you, I understand."

Summer said oh, nodded and put down her pen.

Song Si was careless and could not see anything.

He walked into the classroom with Chen Shu's shoulders in his arms. When he walked over, An Jing was just looking up, Chen Shu looked at her silently, and the two of them had their eyes intersected in the air.

An Jing wanted to smile at him, but before she could raise her mouth, he inadvertently looked away and talked to Song Si behind him while returning to his seat.

He was a little angry, deliberately.

An Jing was stunned.

Song Si stood by the table of the show, tilting his body.

He unscrewed the mineral water bottle and fed a few big mouthfuls of water. After drinking it, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said to him: "Let's go, go play basketball again."

After he finished speaking, he went to the door to wait for the statement.

The statement nodded.

He bent down and took out his cell phone from the desk, checked for a while, replied to a few text messages, then put the cell phone in his pocket, and paused when he walked to An Jing's side. His eyes drooped, and he gently placed the bag on her desk, and said in a deep voice: "I'll bring it to you."

The quiet reading posture stopped.

She looked at the packaging bag on the table, where there was still the familiar milk tea inside. Xia Ji was flipping through the book next to her, and looked at them strangely.

An Jing pursed her lips and said softly: "Thank you."

Chen Shu nodded, then glanced at the summer again, very briefly, without emotion, and then strode away from the classroom.

After they left, the class returned to its calm and gentle appearance.

There were only a few people in scattered.

Wen Jing reached out and touched the milk tea, but it was still warm.

Xia Qi took a look, then looked back, pinched her pen to write the topic, and asked casually: "You are very familiar with the statement."

An Jing's heart tightened and she reluctantly smiled: "It's okay."

Xia Ji raised her eyebrows: "Then he will bring you milk tea."

An Jing's eyelashes trembled, and after a while, she said, "I asked him to take it. He mainly sat behind me and said that he would go out for dinner today, and by the way when he passed by."

Xia Ji nodded indifferently. He was asking casually, but suddenly he thought of something. He came over and said with a complicated look on his face: "Sit in front of him and be careful."

An Jing strangely: "Watch out for what?"

Xia Ji carefully reminded her: "That's right, last time I saw him smoking in the woods behind the cafeteria, with a group of men and several other classes, and he was obviously not a good person."

Summer swallowed.

When he thinks of smoking, he thinks of fighting.

When he thinks of fighting, he thinks of gangsters.

Although they are in the same class,

However, the boys in their class are not very familiar with Chen Shu, and they always have some distance between them. Moreover, they think Chen Shu is very arrogant, and relying on his good grades, he is usually too frivolous.

I didn't dare to ask him questions or anything else.

In short, I just can't play together and haven't even said a few words. He is the kind of person who studies hard and doesn't touch anything like cigarettes. The statement is like the style of the people in Class 10.

Wen Jing lowered his eyelashes.

He was a little unhappy and said this, but it was not the case. Although they were a little confused on the outside, they had never done anything that was harmful to the world, let alone bullying students.

She thought about it again. In fact, she could know these things herself. There was no need to explain them specifically to others. Anyway, she was upright and was not afraid of being slanted.

She held the pen and could only smile perfunctorily.

Xiaji thought she made sense, so she went to flip her schoolbag again.

Spring is full of joy, and the branches are trembling.

There was a sweet smell in the classroom.

After doing her homework for a while, she decided to send him a text message.

[Don't give me something in front of my classmates next time.]

If someone sees it, someone will always ask.

She is a little annoyed and doesn't like rumors.

After sending it, she put down her phone and continued to write the questions.

She was waiting for his news from time to time, but Song Si said she wanted to play basketball and probably wouldn't come back so soon, so she didn't care much.

Chen Shuo was playing basketball on the playground, and Lu Bi and Xu Lin were snatching his ball, but there was no chance at all. No one got it. He took the ball past several people, and then jumped and made a easy shot.

Zhou Qi applauded under the basketball frame and took the basketball.

Chen Shuo didn't want to hit him anymore, so he raised his arms and wiped his sweat on his sleeve, waved his hand to Lu Ge and the others, went under the basketball frame, and then found the phone from his school uniform jacket and took a look. He happened to see the text message from An Jing.

He squinted his eyes. The sun was very sunny, and the cell phone was shining with reflection and sparkling.

But he could still see the words clearly.

He sat under the basket, leaned his back against the pole, his legs bent, his elbows were randomly supported on his knees, and his hands were playing with his cell phone, his eyes were lazy.

Zhou Qi continued to play.

The wind blows, the coolness penetrates the neck and pours into it, making it feel comfortable.

The sweat was blown away.

Song Si in front of him was running the basketball and shouting wildly: "Come on, Ah Shu, keep playing, don't look at your phone! These people are crazy, three are against me!"

Lu Ge narrowed his eyes, looked straight ahead and stole his ball, laughing, "Song Xiaosi, you can't do this."

Xu Lin smiled and said, "I asked for foreign aid if I had a disagreement. This is wrong."

Song Si shouted another statement angrily.

The statement looked at him impatiently, "So annoying."

He lowered his head and sent it briefly. He threw down his cell phone, got up and walked towards them, and continued to play basketball, but it was obvious that anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.

As a deskmate, summer and quiet are inevitably touching each other. Sometimes they lose their pen, and in summer, they will ask her to borrow, or they will have brief communications in the parts they don’t understand in class.

As the quiet back desk, he saw all these silently.

But he hadn't told her this.

Friday.

In mathematics class, Old Man Shen asked someone to go up to write the questions.

An Yue is honored to be elected again.

The classmates below were doing it themselves in the notebook, and occasionally protruding their heads to discuss it. Old Man Shen allowed it, and he was not that serious in class.

An Jing discussed with Ji Yuan at the front desk how to do it.

Song Sibai was bored. He leaned back on the back of the chair, shaking his legs while listening to them, and interjecting from time to time. He either didn't say it, but it would make people laugh when he said it. The jokes were very novel.

I don't know when summer will be added.

He discussed the method of doing the questions for a while, but An Jing felt that what he said was wrong. She wrote the steps on the draft paper and showed them step by step.

While writing, Xia Ji couldn't help but be curious and leaned over to see what she wrote.

Chen said that he was sitting alone in the back, his face looked a little bad.

What he saw behind him was that Xia Ji was leaning against An Jing's ear, with their shoulders facing each other, and from time to time they crossed the hidden 38th parallel.

Chen Shuo changed his posture irritably. Just as they approached the topic together, he suddenly stretched out his legs and lit the bar under the quiet seat toes, which was a bit heavy.

Jing Jing felt it, she looked back.

He happened to look at Chen Shu's dark and deep eyes. Wen Jing tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, with a slightly confused look on her eyes, which meant to ask Chen Shu what was wrong.

But he didn't say anything, just looked at her deeply, his eyes indescribable.

An Jing thought he was playing, so she turned around.
To be continued...