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"Happy twentieth birthday. When I grow up, I can have a new identity."

At this moment, Sheng Jianan felt something cool on his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Jiang Chi say: "This is the home I want to give you."

A world that belongs only to us.

A future that belongs only to us.

Chapter 65 High School (1)

In the sweltering noon, in the classroom of Grade 2 and 8 of Xiacheng No. 2 Middle School, the overhead fan was "creaking".

A girl walked back to her seat from outside the classroom, turned around and said to the girl behind her, "Hey, I just came out of the teacher's office and saw the new transfer student. He looks super good-looking."

"Really?" The girl at the back desk didn't quite believe it, and raised her chin in a certain direction at the back of the classroom, "Is there anyone who looks good?"

The girl quickly glanced in the direction she indicated, then retracted her eyes embarrassedly, and thought for a while: "How should I put it, the two have different styles. The transfer student makes me feel very good, and I think it should be easy to get along with."

"Good-looking and obedient? Are there still such boys?" The girl at the back table couldn't help laughing, thinking of something, "Will I be bullied?"

"What are you talking about secretly, who is being bullied by whom?" At this moment, a male voice came in from the side.

"What are you doing? He Jun!" The girl was startled by his sudden voice, raised her hand and slapped him.

The male student named He Jun didn't care, he leaned against the desk next to them with a smile, and asked gossipingly, "Who are you talking about bullying whom?"

"I'm talking about a transfer student." The girl said, "I just saw him in the teacher's office."

After a slight pause, she thought of something and looked at He Jun: "Don't bully him then."

"Us? Who are we?" He Jun said, "If you don't know each other, who would bully him? Anyway, I don't know. If you want to talk about Jiang Chi, he won't. You think we are free every day."

At this time, another boy came over, put his hand on He Jun's shoulder, and asked gossipingly, "What are you talking about? Who are you bullying? Transfer students?"

...

There was a lot of chattering in his ears, all talking about transfer students, Jiang Chi frowned, got up from his sleep, rubbed his hair irritably, and took out his mobile phone from the desk to look at it.

He made an agreement with Ling Mo, He Jun and the others to sneak out to surf the Internet before class, which happened to be just around the corner.

On such a hot day, whoever likes to take this class, anyway, he doesn't take it.

Jiang Chi straightened up, took out the remaining half bottle of water from the desk and drank it all in one gulp, then threw the water bottle back, drew an arc, and threw it precisely into the trash can.

Seeing this, the boy beside him applauded and smiled wickedly: "Brother Chi, you have good marksmanship, and you can aim so accurately."

Hearing these words sounded like an obscenity, but it was too hot, Jiang Chi didn't have any thoughts, so he slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up a pen from the table and twirled it in his hand.

At this moment, Ling Mo, who saw him waking up, sat down at his desk: "Let's go, class will start soon."

"Let's go." Jiang Chi rubbed his neck, dropped his pen, took out the school uniform he must wear when entering the school from the desk, and threw it on his shoulder.

At this time, He Jun, who was chatting vigorously, came back: "Let's go, let's turn on the air conditioner, it's too hot."

As soon as a group of three or four boys came to the door of the classroom, they saw a person rushing in from outside. The person ran to the seat and shouted: "Teacher Zhou is here!"

Several boys who skipped class immediately scolded "Damn" and dispersed.

Jiang Chi walked back to his seat slowly, stuffed the school uniform casually, and without even raising his head, he dragged half of his face with his arms, and played with his mobile phone in the belly of the table.

After playing for a while, don't know what happened, and there was an uproar in the classroom.

Jiang Chi raised his eyelids, and saw a boy standing beside the podium.

A boy with very fair skin, the first moment he saw him, Jiang Chi wondered if he had been soaked in milk to make him so white.

"My name is Sheng Jianan." The boy nodded slightly and made a simple self-introduction.

After the words fell, He Jun on the side took the lead in applauding, followed by other students applauding together.Only Jiang Chian stared at the podium quietly.

After looking at Xu for a while, his eyes slid down and turned around Sheng Jianan.It is really white, even the exposed arms and ankles are white.Jiang Chi couldn't help but "tsk", a boy is so white.

He didn't have much interest in playing with his mobile phone anymore, so he simply threw the mobile phone into the desk, leaned lazily on the empty desk behind him, and stared at Sheng Jianan brazenly.

"You sit there first." The head teacher Chao Sheng Jianan pointed to the only vacant seat left in the class behind Jiang Chi.

Jiang Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he moved his eyes, he saw Sheng Jianan looking over at the head teacher's finger.The eyes of the two collided.

For a moment, Sheng Jianan withdrew her eyes and walked in that direction with her schoolbag on her back.

All the way through the aisle, when he was about to walk to his seat, a pen suddenly rolled down on the table next to him.

Sheng Jianan didn't have time to react, so she just stepped on it.

He paused, raised his eyes and met Jiang Chi's playful gaze.Looking at each other, Jiang Chi twitched the corners of his mouth lazily: "Student, you stepped on my pen."

After a short while of silence, Sheng Jianan bent over to pick up the pen, and put it squarely on his desk.

When the thin and long fingers passed by in front of his eyes, Jiang Chi seemed to smell a faint and pleasant fragrance.He looked at the pen and saw Sheng Jianan walking back from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Chi sat quietly, as if in a daze for a while.

After a while, he picked up the pen, twirled it around his fingertips, and pulled the corner of his mouth inexplicably.

After class, Sheng Jianan had just poured a glass of water and returned to her seat when a boy next to her shouted, "Let's go, Jiang Chi."

Jiang Chi didn't move, and leaned lazily on the back table, playing with the book rolled up in his hands and clapping his palms.

Sheng Jianan raised her eyes and glanced over the edge of the table, drank a couple of sips of water, took out the book for the next class and opened it.

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