The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 22 Come here, I will teach you (22)

Ever since Qiao Rong became Song Jiaran's deskmate, she had to accept strange sights from all directions every day.

After almost every class, there are many girls from other grades and classes hanging around the door of their classroom, wanting to find out.

The classmates in the class also seemed to have acquiesced in the relationship between the two of them.

At this moment, Qiao Rong was sitting in his seat and receiving the strange gaze from the teacher in charge.

The homeroom teacher stood on the podium, and when he caught sight of Qiao Rong and Song Jiaran, he showed that complicated expression again, as if he was struggling to speak, and finally looked away as if he gave up.

He still remembers that afternoon, the unbelievably outstanding first grader, standing in front of his desk, facing the golden halo cast by the setting sun outside the window, said with a calm expression: "... Let Qiao Rong and I Sitting together, I can guarantee that my grades will not regress, and I can also guarantee that she will enter the top ten of the grade... Her progress this time can prove it."

The gesture is polite, but unquestionable.

The head teacher smiled wryly. This was probably the first student who went to the teacher's office to announce that he had a puppy love.

But there is no other way.

After all, he was telling the truth.

The speed at which Qiao Rong's grades improved was astonishing, and Song Jiaran himself still maintained the first place every time, and never made a mistake.

The class teacher sighed silently.

Qiao Rong sat down and looked at the head teacher's expression, tilting her head slightly, which was a little strange.

At this time, a hand stretched out from the side and gently pinched her little hand that was placed under the desk. Then, the slender fingers penetrated along her soft finger joints, the fingers intertwined, and the thumb rested on her. Rubbing slightly on the back of the hand.

Qiao Rong turned her head suspiciously, and met Song Jiaran's deep eyes.

He looked calm: "Read the book carefully."

Qiao Rong was stunned for a moment, then nodded obediently: "Oh."

Then he twitched his hand, but found that he couldn't twitch, and the strength in his hand was also tightened by the way.

Qiao Rong: "?"

Song Jiaran had already withdrawn his gaze, while flipping through the book in his hand with the other hand, he said calmly, "Look at it this way."

Qiao Rong: "..."

I don't know why, but I always feel that Song Jiaran likes to touch her more and more.

Sometimes it's the top of the hair, sometimes it's the cheeks, sometimes it's the hands.

Every time he touched her, his mood seemed to get better.

Qiao Rong thought silently.

Well, as long as Song Jiaran is happy.

So, don’t resist.

A semester passed quickly, during which several monthly exams were taken. Qiao Rong's grades continued to improve, and she finally became one of the top students in the grade.

The students in the class were all a little surprised, but when they saw Song Jiaran sitting next to her, they could only silently envy her.

On the afternoon of the final exam, the sky was already dark.

After Qiao Rong packed her schoolbag, she wrapped a white woolen scarf around her neck, and then lovingly grabbed the little pompom hanging from the edge of the scarf.

When Song Jiaran came back, he saw the girl standing by the window, most of her porcelain-white face was hidden in the scarf, only a pair of bright and clean eyes were exposed.

Those eyes curved into crescent moons the moment she saw him, and warm light flowed in her eyes.

Song Jiaran's expression was gentle, he quickened his pace slightly, walked over, touched her little face, then helped her straighten her scarf, and asked her, "Is it packed?"

Qiu Rong looked at him, nodded, and then asked, "Have you got your admission ticket?"

Song Jiaran nodded, then picked up his schoolbag with one hand, grabbed Qiao Rong's little hand with the other, put his fingers into his down jacket pocket together, and said, "Let's go, go back Home."

Qiao Rong nodded.

In the winter evening, there are fewer pedestrians on the road, only a few cars with lights passing by occasionally.

The street lamps on the street cast a dim yellow halo on the ground.

Qiao Rong looked at the shadow on the ground while walking.

The shadows of her and Song Jiaran were one high and one low, and they were close to each other, lengthening and shortening together as they passed by streetlights.

Qiao Rong found it very interesting.

While counting the number of street lamps one by one, the people beside him stopped suddenly.

Qiao Rong also stopped, and looked up puzzled, just in time to meet Song Jiaran's slightly flickering eyes.

Half of his expression was under the light of the street lamp, and the other half was hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see clearly.

Qiao Rong was surprised: "...Song Jiaran?"

Song Jiaran paused for a moment, didn't respond, but suddenly pulled her to the side alley.

Before Qiao Rong could react, he was pushed against the corner of the alley.

(End of this chapter)