The exam time is always painful but passes quickly.

There was only one English subject that was not tested. During the lunch break, the class was abuzz. Everyone had already started packing their schoolbags and discussing enthusiastically where to go during the National Day holiday.

When she mentioned this matter, Ru Ling almost forgot about it. She poked Jiang Cong with a pen and fulfilled her obligation to send a message: "Princess asked me to call you to come out to play during the holidays."

Jiang Tuala ignored everyone.

Ru Ling knew that this was the answer, so she said "cut" and sighed with a little regret, "Forget it if you don't go, it's a pity."

She immediately poked Li Xingchen again, "Xingxing, if someone doesn't go, then we will have to go enjoy the happiness for him."

Li Xingchen turned his head in confusion, and someone who was ignoring him also cast a faint look.

Ru Ling smiled triumphantly.

"Me?" Li Xingchen asked confirmingly.

"Uh-huh." Ru Ling looked at Jiang Cong deliberately and said, "The princess asked you to go by name."

Jiang Cong snorted lightly and withdrew his gaze.

Ru Ling was worried in her heart: We will see if someone goes there at that time.

She was only focused on the fuss. Yang Jianjian had been planning for a long time. At this moment, when she wasn't paying attention, he pulled out a piece of drawing paper under her hand with lightning speed.

"You are so mysterious every day that you don't let me see it. What kind of shameful things are you messing around with?"

Ru Ling: "!!!"

Ahhhhh!!! Her little yellow painting!!!

Ru Ling screamed and jumped up, grabbing his arm and reaching out to grab it, "Damn briquettes! Give them back to me!"

"If you don't give it, I won't give it." Before Yang Lang had time to read the content on the piece of paper, he became even more excited when he saw her reaction so fiercely, and stretched his arms forward to prevent her from reaching it.

Call it a coincidence or not, it suddenly reached out in front of Jiang Cong.

So Yang Lang swung forward and the drawing paper floated to his desk, "Brother Cong, look at what that is!"

The blood all over Ru Ling's body rushed to her forehead, "Ah! Jiang Cong!"

She tried to distract him by screaming like a prairie dog, but...

The tables were tilted forward by the battle between Ru Ling and Yang Lang. Li Xingchen was squeezed between the two tables. She was a little confused looking at them. Maybe out of curiosity, she rolled her dark eyes.

His eyes fell on the paper.

The table suddenly became empty. Jiang Cong took the piece of paper away and moved it to the other side. He noticed the look from the little girl, paused for a moment, and turned his head to look at her.

His face was still calm, but his Adam's apple slid unconsciously, and his breathing was a little tight, "You can't look."

Li Xingchen was confused, his clear eyes were watery, "Why can you see it but I can't?"

Jiang touched his back molar with the tip of his tongue, but his eyes coldly glanced at Ru Ling, who had turned into a wooden man at this moment.

Ru Mumu thought to himself in his heart, you can't see me, you can't see me... It's not what I painted, it's not what I painted... It's not the two of you, it's not the two of you...

Please ask! What should I do if the real owner gets into my little yellow car? Urgent!

Hello dear, we collectively suggest that you either explode on the spot or live on another planet.

Jiang never hurriedly folded up the drawing paper and put it into his pocket. Then he looked at Li Xingchen again and said, "Not suitable for children. Children cannot read it."

Li Xingchen didn't seem to understand, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Yang Lang understood instantly and smiled evilly, "Stinky Wanzi, why don't you share this talent with me? It's just a joke."

As he spoke, he punched her chest with a small fist.

Ru Ling clenched her fists and stared at him, trembling with anger, even wanting to strangle him to death.

Based on his rich experience, Yang Lang had a premonition that his personal safety was in danger, so he ran out the door. Ru Ling caught up with him in the next second. Yang Lang opened the window and shouted in: "Brother Cong! She has a whole book in her schoolbag!"

Jiang Cong: "..."

At the end of the story, due to the pressure of the boss, "Falling from the Stars" was handed over to Jiang Cong.

And Yang Lang died.

During the English test in the afternoon, Jiang Cong stared at the hand-drawn comic book in a daze, but he moved his hand several times without opening it.

It's really strange that he actually does something he doesn't dare to do.

Jiang Cong pushed it to the side, turned his body and leaned his back against the wall, sitting lazily with his legs open, his eyes focused on the focused profile of the little girl in front of him.

Although the order in the 12th examination room has improved a lot after yesterday's Chinese language test, everyone is skinny at heart, and there is still some chaos around them.

Li Xingchen was not disturbed. He sat obediently and upright, answering questions attentively. The lines on his side were clear and soft, and his black hair fell on his thin shoulders.

The little girl is not short, she is even taller among girls, but just looking at her tiny size, she really looks like a soft little kitten, which makes people want to put her in their arms.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tiechui's fat cat was taken out by its owner and stepped on again.

Jiang Dingtan's eyes wandered, fixed on her delicate and fair neck, and he became distracted.

The boy was motionless, but his ears were extremely red.

On the half-finished drawing paper, he hugged her from behind, and his kiss fell on that spot.

Jiang Cong's eyes were dark and he touched his head and suddenly made a low "fuck" sound.

Stop fucking thinking about it.

If I think about it again I will get up.

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"The exam is over. Candidates are asked to stop answering questions. The invigilator will arrange the answer sheets in the order of large numbers at the top and small numbers at the bottom and send them to the examination office..."

"We also remind all classrooms to lock the doors and windows, turn off the power, and finally wish everyone a happy National Day in advance."

Later, you will find that every holiday, there is no longer the joy of closing the pen cap when you were a student and wanting to collapse the building.

"Hey, Li Xingchen."

A lazy tone sounded behind him. Li Xingchen, carrying his schoolbag, turned around and saw the young man walking towards him in the bustling crowd.

"It's not night, I'll be fine if I go home by myself." In addition to this, Li Xingchen also had lingering fears about the last time Li Yun almost discovered the two of them.

Jiang Cong smiled, lowered his head and looked at her. He didn't mention sending her home, but asked, "Do you have a mobile phone?"

"Mobile phone?" Li Xingchen thought for a while, took off his school bag and took out the big red mobile phone at the bottom of the bag.

Jiang Cong actually had no hope that she had a mobile phone. He was stunned for two seconds when he looked at this old-fashioned mobile phone that was extremely fashionable. He took his hand out of his pants pocket and took her mobile phone.

He frowned and looked unskilled in the operation, like an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone.

Li Xingchen lowered his head and smiled secretly.

Then the cell phone in his pocket rang and he hung up. Jiang Cong fiddled with it for a while and returned it to her. He put his hand back in his pocket and asked funnyly: "With your cell phone, does it still announce the number loudly when it comes?"

"

Li Xingchen: "..."

"You can mute the sound. Didn't it stop sounding when you just pressed the button?" Li Xingchen told him in a soft voice.

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Are you not using it very much?"

This is indeed the case. This phone was bought for her because she had to live on campus after entering junior high school and would go home every other Monday. Her grandma missed her and bought it for her to use for communication. Now she basically turns off the phone even at home.

"Yeah." Li Xingchen's voice was soft, and his lowered eyelashes covered the faint emotion in the girl's eyes, "Normally, no one would contact me."

Although he didn't know why and didn't understand it, Jiang Congxin suddenly twitched when he heard the little girl say this.

He stared at her for a while, then raised his hand and rubbed her head gently, his low voice was gentle and serious.
Chapter completed!