After saying these words, all the remaining unhappiness in Jiang Ji's heart had dissipated, and he didn't care so much whether Wen Shiqing would apologize to him.

He had forgiven him anyway.

So Jiang had already opened the door and got out of the car. Instead of leaving immediately, he held the door and looked at the man sitting in the car.

The man looked up at him, the smile on his lips had disappeared.

At this moment, in Jiang Ji's eyes, he looked like a big dog in the rain.

Guilt, guilt, using such an adjective to describe Wen Shiqing.

Moreover, this is really a bit of a polar opposite.

But for some reason, Jiang Ji felt that this was very good, very cute, and he liked it very much.

So, he said, "Uncle Wen, you don't have to blame yourself. I accept your apology."

As he said that, he felt itchy and wanted to touch the big dog's head.

It must feel good.

But such an idea was just an idea, Jiang had no intention of putting it into action, he took a step back, ready to close the door for Wen Shiqing.

But in the next second, the car door was blocked, and Wen Shiqing bent down and got out of the car.

Jiang was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, the man was already standing in front of him, and the next second he was embraced in his arms.

With his chin resting on the man's shoulder, he shook his head and said in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Wen Shiqing hugged him, sighed lightly, and rubbed his head lightly with his palm: "I'm sorry, I was the one who spoke harshly last night."

Jiang Ji smiled foolishly: "It's okay, I'm not angry anymore."

Say he is easy to coax, he can get sulking better than anyone else, say he is not easy to coax, as long as you talk to him for more than five minutes, his anger will disappear.

Wen Shiqing paused, lowering his eyelids: "Wait for me in the afternoon."

Jiang already blinked: "Are you coming to pick me up?"

Wen Shiqing smiled: "Of course, can't you?"

Jiang Ji: "Okay! I'll wait for you."

After Jiang ran into the school alive and kicking, Assistant Yang got out of the car and handed Wen Shiqing a cigarette.

Wen Shiqing raised his hand to take it, but stopped in mid-air, and waved his hand: "No more."

Assistant Yang was dumbfounded for a moment, and then came back to his senses.

I'm afraid it's because Mr. Xiao Jiang doesn't like it.

So he also winked and put the cigarette in his pocket.

"Sir, Mr. Xiaojiang is quite dependent on you." Assistant Yang smiled slightly, looking at Jiang's running away figure: "According to Mr. Xiaojiang's temperament, if he doesn't trust you, I'm afraid he won't lose his temper with you."

Wen Shiqing smiled: "I'm still a child, I don't know if I get angry too much, I can get more things."

Assistant Yang answered with a smile: "Mr. Xiao Jiang is a smart person who knows everything. Perhaps compared to those dispensable things, Mr. is incomparable in his heart, so he can't bear to be angry for a while."

Wen Shiqing raised his eyebrows and glanced at Assistant Yang.

Assistant Yang smiled back.

Wen Shiqing laughed, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "How come after staying with Xiao Jiang for a long time, people have become as stupid as him."

Assistant Yang didn't know whether it was a compliment or a derogation, so he could only smile and said, "Isn't Mr. Xiao Jiang cute? Stupid people are lucky to be stupid, so they are so stupid."

Wen Shiqing glanced at him with an unclear expression.

Assistant Yang's scalp tightened, and he felt as if he had said something wrong again.

I didn't stay outside the car much, the temperature outside is really not for people.

At first, Assistant Yang thought that this matter was a muddle-headed turnaround, but after getting in the car, Wen Shiqing suddenly said before closing his eyes: "Xiao Jiang doesn't like others to say that he is stupid."

Assistant Yang: "..."

It was he who took offense.

Mr. Jiang may only like Wen Shiqing to call him stupid.

He is truly unworthy of someone else.

Jiang was in such a good mood that he exploded. He rubbed his ears and trotted into the teaching building.

At this point in time, most of them are in the classroom, and few people are outside.

When Jiang had reached the upper floor, he looked up and saw Huo Qi standing in the corridor, and he was startled.

Huo Qi turned his head to look at him, and smiled on his originally cold face: "You're here."

Jiang already tightened his fingers, and he hummed calmly.

Just as he was about to walk into the classroom, he heard Huo Qi say, "Who sent you off?"

Jiang Ji's first reaction was that Huo Qi was watching him.

He looked up sharply at Hodge.

Huo Qi seemed to like his reaction very much, and found it very amusing, but he didn't try to be mysterious, but shrugged his shoulders, very innocently: "I saw you two hugging upstairs just now."

Jiang had already realized that Huo Qi was lying on the wall beside the corridor just now, was he looking at him?

So this guy stands on it, look at him again from the beginning?

Eyesight so awesome?

Jiang Ji glanced at him up and down, and his eyes fell on the bulge of his trouser pocket.

Hodge raised his hand calmly to cover the bulging mass.

This vigilant action made Jiang Ji shudder.

He suspected Hodge was carrying binoculars.

Did you bring a telescope last school?It's fucking weird.

Jiang already looked away, and smiled slightly: "I don't need Huo to care about this matter, and our relationship doesn't seem to be good enough to ask each other's private life."

The smile on Huo Qi's face froze: "Of course, I just asked casually."

Jiang already nodded politely, and quickly walked into the classroom.

As soon as Zhang Wen saw him coming, he started chirping and reporting the little gossip he had heard.

It is said that the water pipes in the girls' dormitory seem to have been frozen and exploded, and in which class the boys and girls broke up...

He is indeed a know-it-all, knowing everything.

Jiang already heard the pain in his cochlea.

In the end, Zhang Wen revealed the breaking news: "Do you know that Song Anzhi will be transferred?"

Jiang paused, a little surprised: "Why?"

Zhang Wen scratched his head: "I heard it's because of Tang Suisui, who is in the class next door. It seems that Song Anzhi likes him. Isn't Tang Suisui coming back to school tomorrow? Song Anzhi probably turned around to take care of him."

Jiang's expression became indescribable.

He didn't expect such a big change in the plot. Song Anzhi was in the same class as him from the beginning to the end of the plot, which caused him a lot of trouble.

Unexpectedly, Song Anzhi would change classes now.

Seeing his constipated expression, Zhang Wen suddenly became gossiping, and shouted loudly: "Isn't it Jiang Ji, don't you still like Song Anzhi? Are you jealous?"

The voice was so loud that Song Anzhi, who was packing his schoolbag, paused and subconsciously looked up at Jiang Ji.

There was hope in his eyes that he didn't even know.

Jiang had already been yelled at, and his whole body was about to explode in embarrassment. With a dark face, he said coldly: "Shut your dog mouth, no one will think you are dumb."

Zhang Wen saw that he seemed to be really angry, so he closed his mouth unreasonably, and sat back to his original place silently.

Xu Ran actively helped Song Anzhi pack his schoolbag, and said cheerfully, "You're going to take care of your sweetheart. My sweetheart hasn't caught up yet."

Song Anzhi lowered his eyes and looked unhappy. He took Xu Ran's book: "Don't you like Jiang Ji? Why don't you go after him?"

Xu Ran scratched his head and looked at the boy sitting in the front row.

He withdrew his gaze and vowed with confidence: "I'm making a plan recently, and I will definitely take him down."

Xu Ran said: "Didn't he hate me a while ago? I thought about hanging around him less, maybe his memory of me has faded, and it will be less difficult to chase after me again."

Song Anzhi held the book in his arms, looked at Xu Ran, and said calmly: "He won't like you, just give up."

Xu Ran paused, his expression a bit ugly, "What do you mean?"

Song Anzhi lowered his head and tidied up the table: "That's what it means, Jiang doesn't like you anymore."

Xu Ran was humiliated, and he didn't show his anger. He sneered: "Won't you like me? Will you still like you?"

Song Anzhi, who was poked into a sore spot, raised his head, his eyes darkened, "He doesn't like me, and he doesn't like you, either. What kind of virtue do I have in my heart?"

It was the first time Xu Ran saw Song Anzhi like this, which made him feel betrayed. He couldn't control his temper, and punched Song Anzhi in the face without saying a word.

"What are you so proud of? Who do you think you are?" He flew over, "Don't you think I can't see what you mean? How dare you say you don't fucking like Jiang Ji?"

Xu Ran grabbed Song Anzhi's collar: "You idiot, I really think of myself as a young master for your face!"

He raised his fist and slammed it at Song Anzhi like raindrops.

All the books on the table were pushed to the ground, and the table and stool were tripped in a mess.

After being punched twice, Song Anzhi finally couldn't help but punched Xu Ran with his fists, and the two fought hard.

The classmates in the classroom screamed and dispersed. Some people went to pull them, and they were also beaten immediately. They ran to find the teacher.

"What's wrong with me liking Jiang Ji? I don't like you and don't dare to say it. I pretend to be reserved, what a bitch!" Xu Ran spat hard, TUI on Song Anzhi's face.

At this time, Song Anzhi was knocked down to the ground. He was not as experienced as Xu Ran, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He tried to stand up several times, but was kicked to the ground by Xu Ran.

As for what they said, it was like shocking gossip in the ears of the students.

As the central figure of the topic, Jiang had already begun to curse the two idiots to death.

What the hell, fight and fight and drag him into the back.

What the hell is sitting at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

So, Jiang was very "honored" to be invited by the teacher to drink tea in the office.

Xu Ran and Song Anzhi looked away when they saw Jiang Ji coming.

The faces of both of them were painted, and they lost their usual prestige.

Needless to say, Jiang Ji just wanted to clap his hands and encourage the two of them to kill each other.

As a bald class teacher, he stroked his few remaining hairs, looked at the three students in front of him, and hesitated to speak.

Finally, he pointed the finger at Jiang Ji: "What's the matter with you kid? Why did Xu Ran and Song Anzhi fight because of you?"

Jiang Ji swiped the screen frantically in his heart, he knew it!He knows it!!

He glared at the two culprits fiercely, moved his mouth, and wanted to complain.

Xu Ran suddenly apologized and admitted his mistake: "Teacher, this matter has nothing to do with Jiang Ji, it was my impulse and I couldn't hold back."

Song Anzhi also bowed his head, avoiding Jiang Ji's gaze. The young man with a straight back bent down this time, bowed to the teacher, and finally looked at Jiang Ji: "It's my fault today.It doesn't matter."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly towards the river.

Seeing that they all said that, the head teacher was speechless immediately, and waved his hand to let them mediate in private.

Probably in this office, only Jiang had seen Song Anzhi clenched his hands hanging on both sides, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Jiang Ji was thinking that he might be unconvinced, but Jiang Ji didn't know what he was unconvinced about?

Probably only Song Anzhi himself knows.

What is Song Anzhi unconvinced about?

When he was between classes, he came to the bathroom alone to meet the strange eyes of passers-by.

He closed the door, hid in the toilet, and took out the mirror a little slow.

That small mirror belonged to Song Nian, and he accidentally put it in his schoolbag and brought it out.

I never thought it would come in handy one day.

In the mirror, his face was covered with bruises, his eyes were swollen, and there was a bruise on his forehead that hit the corner of the table. He was really too embarrassed.

This made him look very much like a poor beggar, and also like a wild dog licking rainwater on the side of the road. People passing by might lift their feet and kick him away.

He only glanced at it briefly, then held the small mirror in his palm, then lowered his head, and slammed his head against the wall hard, scaring the buddies in the next room to the sound of water.

He didn't have time to take care of these, he just kept thinking about it, thinking about whether Jiang Ji looked at him with pity, disgust, or happiness just now.

Yes, Jiang Ji should hate him very much, and he should be extremely happy to see him like this.

This is the only place where Song Anzhi feels comforted.

But these are not that important, his mind is full of Xu Ran's words just now, echoing non-stop, exposing his sad and hateful life.

Song Anzhi touched the corner of his forehead, and raised his head slowly, his eyes were empty and empty.

Xu Ran was right, Jiang Ji would not like him.

He is a coward, he dare not admit that he likes Jiang Ji.

Something dripped on the clothes, Song Anzhi raised his hand, touched his cheek hesitantly, and touched a piece of water.

He buried his face in the palm of his hand, and suddenly felt that there was a big void in his heart, and he couldn't grasp it no matter what, it was extremely uncomfortable.

He is repenting, regretting, and missing the boy who brought him water when he was playing.

If only... if Jiang Ji still liked him.

If only he hadn't misunderstood someone.

It would be great if he treated Jiang already better from the beginning to the end.

Song Anzhi sat on the ground, hid his face in his hands, his shoulders trembled, and wept uncontrollably.

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