Begging from the left to the master, begging from the right to the master, Jiang Ji was finally able to enter the school.

Self-study has been in class for a while, but fortunately there is no teacher.Jiang already entered the classroom and shivered all over.

Lu Heming handed him a kettle, he was stunned for a moment, Lu Heming raised his hand slightly: "Nuan Nuan."

Jiang Ji smiled gratefully: "Savior, it's freezing outside."

The weather is like this, the sky changes faster than the face.

Some time ago, was still wearing short sleeves, and the skirt sleeves were all over the street. In a blink of an eye, it was so cold that wrapped self in a big cotton jacket. Now it has not even entered winter, and it has snowed heavily.

Lu Heming smiled: "Go to the cold, don't catch a cold."

He raised his hand to caress the snow on the collar of Jiang Ji, and Jiang already saw him raise his hand and subconsciously avoided it.

The hand froze in mid-air, Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and then gave a dry laugh: "Conditional reflex."

Lu Heming just paused, and didn't take it seriously with a smile: "It's okay."

Jiang Ji took the initiative to pat the water on his clothes, while hugging the kettle, thinking that it would be a good decision for him to be friends with Lu Heming, at least there is a kettle to warm your hands at this time.

Scattered sounds of morning reading sounded in the classroom, Zhang Wen took a nap, saw that Jiang had arrived, and instantly became refreshed.

"You can be regarded as coming. If you don't come, the transfer students will come."

Jiang Ji hugged the thermos bottle, and said, "What transfer student?"

Zhang Wen immediately began to gossip: "I also just found out this morning. I heard from the guys in Class 1 that someone is going to transfer to our class. Now I guess they are going through the formalities in the head teacher's office. They should come in a while."

Jiang Ji: "Now that I'm in my third year of high school, who wants to transfer to study at this stage?"

Yanjing is a province with a large college entrance examination, who will send it here to seek death at this time?

For unknown reasons, Jiang had become more wary of this transfer student than ever before.

This is undoubtedly an unknown, and in his memory, there is no such thing as a transfer student in the plot.

But he wasn't too surprised. Even Tang Suisui was able to return to China early and caught up with this year's college entrance examination, so it seems reasonable to have some variables.

But who will come?

**I can't think of any other characters in the plot that he left out.

But it shouldn't be, it's about his life, he can't wait to engrave those who threaten his life in his mind, it's impossible to forget.

Jiang already pressed his beating heart, exhaled a foul breath, as if he was facing an enemy.

Zhang Wen didn't notice his expression, and talked a lot, and finally the department representative who kept the morning self-study called several times, and he sat back in his seat safely.

Holding the book, Lu Heming seemed to notice his serious face, and asked in troubled waters, "What happened?"

Jiang Ji supported his forehead and shook his head: "It's nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well, and I'm a little out of spirit."

Lu Heming lowered his eyes slightly, looked at his flushed cheeks, raised his hand hesitantly, and just when his fingers were about to touch his cheeks, he paused again, and withdrew his hand: "Your face is very red, do you have a cold?"

Jiang Ji touched his face in confusion, and it was really hot: "It should be fine after a while, after class, go out and blow dry, and it will be gone."

Lu Heming nodded and stopped talking.

After self-study early in the first quarter, Jiang was already a little restless.

He came out of the classroom to cool down the temperature on his face. The snow had already stopped by the time of self-study, but it didn't fall for a long time, but it was a little big and came in waves.

While the wind was blowing, Song Anzhi came pacing.

The young man was wearing a patched padded jacket, which Jiang had seen in his first year of high school, and also in his second year of high school. Now in his third year of high school, he still accompanied Song Anzhi as always.

Sometimes have to admit that Song Anzhi is really a typical counterattack character, and he can grow up to achieve a career under such a difficult environment.

Song Anzhi was wrapped in an airtight padded jacket, standing beside him and wanted to say something, when he looked at Shang Jiang already.

That gaze didn't show any contempt, and it only stayed on his padded jacket for a short time, but it made him feel a little embarrassed, and he was so at a loss that he wanted to dig a hole and get into the ground.

His face turned red, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say, he just wanted to disappear in front of Jiang Ji's eyes immediately.

He felt embarrassed, obviously this kind of emotion shouldn't have appeared on him, let alone Jiang Ji.

Jiang Ji didn't leave this time, and hiding from Song Anzhi was not an option.

Song Anzhi tightened his fingers. Seeing that it was rare for Jiang to stop and listen to him, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Seizing the opportunity, he couldn't help but say, "What happened last time was my fault.Don't worry about the truth."

Jiang already lay on the stone platform in the corridor, listening casually: "And then?"

Song Anzhi was stunned for a moment, and was a little silent: "You...don't be angry with Sui Sui, he is just spoiled, I have already told him."

Jiang Ji didn't have any troubles in his heart, but he was a little curious about how Tang Suisui managed to make these people fall for him.

He yawned, the heat on his face dissipated a lot, and his body began to feel cold again. He wrapped his coat around him and smiled boredly: "What you said seems to be my fault."

Song Anzhi was flustered immediately, pinching his fingers in his palm, and explained clumsily: "No, I didn't mean that..."

Jiang already raised his hand to stop his words: "Forget it, there is no need to say any more."

He stroked the wind and frost on his body: "Your apology is very insincere, and there is no need to waste my time in the future."

He slightly raised his eyebrows at Tang Suisui, who was hiding on the stairs, while looking at Song Anzhi: "To be honest, look at what kind of person you are, and I don't know how much I despise you behind my back."

Song Anzhi stood where he was, with his eyes lowered slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang doesn't want to waste his words anymore, he is a little sleepy now, and he misses Wen Shiqing a little bit?

I miss it.

Wen Shiqing was much better than these people, and not so bad.

He patted Song Anzhi's shoulder, turned his head and whispered in his ear pretending to be intimate, "Also, you may have misunderstood me all along."

Jiang Ji said: "I think I need to clarify. First of all, I have never liked you. I have never liked you from the beginning to the end. The reason I stalked you before was because someone gave me money."

Before Song Anzhi could react, he took a step back, frowned slightly, and smiled: "Song Anzhi, are you happy now? You are just a tool to make money in my eyes. Before that, I don't even remember what you looked like."

The young man's voice was like a clear cold wind, which made Song Anzhi tremble all over, his blood flowed backwards, and his eyes were full of shock.

Jiang Ji patted his palms together: "Your Tang Suisui is here, remember to keep him away from me, if one day I really get impatient, Baobuqi will chop him to death with a knife, and even take his body apart."

He returned to the classroom with a smile.

Seeing that Jiang had already left, Tang Suisui came out from behind.

He thought he was hiding well and that Jiang hadn't found him.

So he walked up to Song Anzhi cautiously, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Anzhi, what's wrong with you?"

Song Anzhi looked up at him.

The young man had a thin back and looked like a clothes hanger. He was dressed in tatters, and he was simply out of place with Tang Suisui.

His gaze was low, and when he raised his eyes, the darkness in his eyes became even worse.

Seeing Tang Suisui for the first time, he was startled and flustered.

When he looked up again, the look in Song Anzhi's eyes had returned to normal, but it was much colder than usual.

Tang Suisui didn't pay much attention to it, he was only thinking about the scene he saw just now while hiding behind.

He bit his lip and asked in a dull voice, "Is An Zhi and Jiang Ji on good terms?"

The scene he saw just now shocked Tang Suisui a lot. He always thought that Song Anzhi was on his side, but just now Song Anzhi walked with Jiang Ji behind his back and even bit his ear affectionately.

The blood on Song Anzhi's body finally started to flow. Half of his body was numb from the cold, and he hummed a little dullly, but he couldn't hear what Tang Suisui said clearly.

His "hmm" sounded harsh to Tang Suisui's ears.

Tang Suisui froze for a moment, clenched his teeth, and forced a smile: "Really? I thought you two had a bad relationship. It seems that I was worrying too much."

His face was pale, probably because of the cold wind, which made his face look bloodless: "Then you didn't get into trouble because of me, did you?"

Song Anzhi didn't listen carefully to what he was saying, he only saw Tang Suisui's mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

He suddenly said, "Sui Sui, do you still remember the first time we met?"

Tang Suisui opened his eyes, and his smile became forced. He smiled and tightened his clothes uncomfortably: "Of course I remember, what's wrong?"

Song Anzhi looked at him with lowered eyes, and his voice softened slightly: "Can you tell me how we met?"

Tang Suisui opened his mouth and asked cautiously, "What happened?"

Song Anzhi looked at him and said nothing.

He could only bite the bullet, and said slowly against the cold blowing water: "The first time I saw you was when you were lying at the entrance of the alley, covered in blood. You didn't know how critical the situation was at that time.You were taken to the hospital."

Song Anzhi immediately felt relieved, as if he had recovered his soul, Tang Suisui was right.

Such a kind person like Sui Sui, how could he be the kind of person Jiang Ji said?

He was really bewildered.

He looked at the cautious Tang Suisui in front of him, felt a little guilty, and quickly raised his hand to grab the other's hand, feeling a coldness.

In his heart, instead of warming up Tang Suisui immediately, he said, "Sui Sui, do you have time this weekend? My sister wants to see you."

Song Anzhi and his sister depend on each other for life. His sister knows that he has someone he likes, and she has been clamoring for a long time to see what he looks like.

In fact, he had wanted to make this request a long time ago, but because Tang Suisui didn't take the initiative, he kept procrastinating, and finally said it today.

He saw the young man in front of him stunned, struggling slightly with his hands, his expression twisted, and he retreated in a panic.

His heart sank.

Tang Suisui pulled out an unnatural smile: "This... this is not very good."

Surprised that he had said something wrong, he quickly made up for it: "Anzhi, you know that I don't like children, and I'm easily frightened with this disease, so my mother would never agree to let me see strangers."

"My mother's driver is at the gate of the school. I have no chance to go out to play after school."

Song Anzhi originally wanted to say that it would be fine to let his sister come to meet him at the school gate, but seeing Tang Suisui's resistance, he couldn't bear to say any more, lest he would be frightened, so he compromised: "...then it won't be too late to meet again when there is a chance."