The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

Afterwards, Jiang Chen walked towards An Yimo and the others.

But after walking a few steps, he saw the golden armor on his body slowly disappear, leaving only a red robe.

The surrounding scenes also slowly disappeared with the wind. The cauliflower sitting in the "baby carriage", the black-clothed young tortoise lying on the ground, and Cheng Keke holding the silver spear all slowly turned into countless light spots and dissipated.

"They disappeared, indicating that the dream is coming to an end."

"Then why haven't An Yimo and I dissipated?"

Jiang Chen thought to himself.

At this moment, only Jiang Chen and An Yimo were left in the entire square. The short-haired beautiful girl stood there blankly, watching Jiang Chen slowly walking towards her.

"Jiang Chen?"

An Yimo was puzzled,
Why hasn't he dissipated yet?
At this time, Lan Feng's voice sounded in Jiang Chen's body.

"It may be because of me that you are still here, and if she says it, maybe she is the creator of this dream."

Jiang Chen gave a light oh, didn't pay much attention to it, just waited for Wuhen to wake up from Mengmeng.

"The story is over."

An Yimo raised her head slightly, looking at the twin moons in the night sky.

The end may be a new beginning.

"My body started to become transparent."

Jiang Chen exclaimed in a low voice.

At the same time, the red dress on An Yimo's body suddenly disappeared and changed into a thin white dress.

At this time, in the square, a strong wind suddenly blew up An Yimo's bangs on his forehead.

"She looks kind of... kind of sad in this shape."

Jiang Chen looked at the short-haired beautiful girl standing in the wind, dressed in white, under the vast starry sky, the world, the square, the endless years and wind, her figure looked so thin and lonely.

For some reason, seeing this scene, Jiang Chen's footsteps quickened unconsciously, and then he ran wildly, running towards that girl.

There was a gentle breeze, An Yimo looked at the young man who was rushing towards her, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his eyes curved like crescent moons, with intoxicating dimples on both sides, but a wry smile.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Jiang Chen shouted in his heart, looking at his constantly transparent body.

He exhausted all his strength and rushed towards the girl. At this last moment, he wanted to give that lonely figure a hug, and he definitely didn't want to covet the tenderness of that moment.

"Catch up."

Jiang Chen came to the girl, with a smile on his face, looking at the faintly visible dimples on both sides of her cheeks, with one arm open.

"It's still a step behind."

In the end, he didn't feel the soft touch.

At that moment, his body turned into countless light spots, which scattered with the wind.

The last scene was fixed on the two charming dimples on An Yimo's face.

Jiang Chen thought in his heart, with such a cute little dimple, he really wants to kiss billions of people.

Shortly after,
The starry sky dissipated, the green trees disappeared, and only black and white remained in the huge world. There was only a thin figure curled up in a dark corner. It was a girl's inner world, where coldness and loneliness were the main themes.

.

"do not want!"

The next day, Jiang Chen subconsciously called out, and at the same time sat up suddenly, and opened his eyes.

"hiss!"

Jiang Chen used his hands to cover the faint light coming in from the window.

There is wind outside the window, blowing the curtains and dancing with it.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen habitually picked up the phone, opened it, and rubbed his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then rubbed his eyes again.

"Fuck! It's 7 o'clock?!"

This weekend, it is enough to arrive before 7:7 in the morning, but it is already past [-]:[-].

Forget it, I'm late anyway, no hurry, no hurry.

Jiang Chen accepted his fate.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen got up very calmly, washed up, and then rode his beloved small bicycle to school.

After coming to the classroom, it was already the morning reading class, and the corners of Jiang Chen's mouth slightly raised while sitting in the seat.

There are still some advantages to being late, so I just skipped my morning reading.

As for the consequences of being late, they can be big or small.

This weekend, Lao Hua probably won't come to the classroom, and there will be two exams in the morning on the weekend, Chinese and mathematics.

Do not write essays in Chinese, and do a complete test paper in mathematics.

As for whether there is a name of the class committee member who is late, probably not, and the friendship between classmates has been two years, so it should not be.

And even if you forget it, now that you are in your third year of high school, being late once or twice is not a big deal, not to mention that Jiang Chen has such a habit of being late, don't be afraid, he is already thick-skinned.

At this moment, Jiang Chen remembered what happened last night, so he turned around and asked the turtle who was reading a novel.

"turtle."

The tortoise didn't look up, but was still looking down at the book.

"Turtle, I called you, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, the turtle slowly raised its head, and Jiang Chen also saw the sadness on his face.

"You, what's the matter with you?"

"Jiang Chen, Liu Yingying, I'm dead." The turtle shook Jiang Chen's shoulder and cried.

Jiang Chen listened, but couldn't tell whether he was really crying or fake crying.

"It's okay, it's okay, Dad is here."

Jiang Chen patted his arm to comfort him.

"Jiang Chen, you bastard, I am your father, don't mess up your seniority."

At this time, the tortoise also recovered its previous expression, and said angrily to Jiang Chen.

At that moment, Jiang Chen rolled his eyes at him. Sure enough, they were always so serious about the issue of who would be the father.

"Okay, okay, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Chen said seriously.

"You ask, Dad will definitely talk about everything."

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes at him again and said.

"Did you dream last night?"

"Done but not quite done."

"What do you mean?"

"I remember having a dream, but I can't remember the content of the dream at all, only a strange feeling lingers in my heart."

"En." Jiang Chen nodded.

He also felt the same feeling. He had a similar dream, a very beautiful dream, but the next day he racked his brains and couldn't remember its content. Only a strange feeling still lingered in his heart.

For example, Chunmeng couldn't remember that detail no matter what, hey, what a pity.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen also asked Cheng Kexing and Caihua, and got similar answers.

It seems that they can't remember the dreamlike adventure world last night, and they can remember probably because of the existence of Lan Feng.

What about An Yimo?
Jiang Chen slightly turned his head to look at the short-haired beautiful girl. At this moment, she was staring blankly out of the window. The wind was gently blowing her hair, and there was still that faint scent of milk.

Jiang Chen was really curious.

Did she drink too much milk to get this scent, or did she use some kind of milk-flavored shampoo or shower gel?

Jiang Chen looked at her profile and calculated in his heart.

To ask or not to ask, that is the question.

How to ask questions is also a question.

Never ask directly,

Classmate An, did you dream last night?
Did you have a spring dream?Am I the hero?

Ugh, stop the slippery slope.

This is too abrupt, and they are not familiar with each other.

But, hey.

Jiang Chen, who couldn't think of a way for a while, chose to give up on himself.

It doesn't matter, if you are a man, just ask if you ask, it is not a man who is chirping.

Who is afraid of who, she, a girl, can still mess with me.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen cleared his throat and said in a serious voice.

"Classmate An."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, An Yimo turned to look at Jiang Chen.

"That, you did it last night, ah no, did you sleep well?"

"well enough."

An Yimo gave a very pertinent answer, a one-size-fits-all answer, but it was actually very perfunctory.

"Oh, it's okay, did you have a dream?"

Jiang Chen took advantage of the victory and pursued.

Hearing this, An Yimo flinched a bit, her ruddy lips were slightly pursed with some doubts in her autumn-like almond eyes.

"Student An, don't get me wrong, I don't have any wrong thoughts, I'm just asking."

Seeing An Yimo's expression like this, Jiang Chen quickly patted his chest, with an expression that I, Jiang Chen, have never seen any blockbuster action movies from a certain country since I was young.

"Ah."

An Yimo nodded.

"Then do you remember the content of the dream?"

Jiang Chen approached An Yimo slightly, and asked curiously.

An Yimo looked at Jiang Chen, who was so close in front of him, with that handsome face that could make countless girls scream, and there seemed to be a bang in his heart.

It was as if the heart door that had been closed for many years had been patted.

At this moment, she thought of the boy who fell from the sky with the holy sword in his dream last night, and his words that made many people's blood boil.

"If there is a desperate situation, it will not be life and death in the ten directions."

But fortunately, An Yimo doesn't beat the king and doesn't use a certain tone, if she plays, Jiang Chen probably won't be able to pretend.

"Student An, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Chen waved his hand in front of Wei Fangyu's eyes, he actually watched An Yimo's eyes slowly deepen, and in an instant, she entered the state of daze, this is simply amazing!
"Can not remember."

An Yimo came back to her senses abruptly, shook her head and said, her slender hand subconsciously touched her small but erect nose.

"Oh, okay." Jiang Chen said, turned his head with doubts, looked at the podium, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

It shouldn't be, it's unreasonable.

However, he didn't think much of it.

Soon, he put the matter behind him in a pleasant chat with his two sons behind him.

In the morning, the wind from afar is always gentle and cool.

An Yimo looked at the swaying branches outside the window, a cunning flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She lied just now.

In fact, for a moment, she wanted to tell the truth, and then the two of them had more in-depth exchanges according to the chat process and discovered more secrets about each other.

She told some secrets that she had written in her diary before, such as The World Only She Knows, Top of Clouds, and the world of Rilith.

Then the handsome boy next to him will show shock and joy, like the moment a traveler who has been walking in the dark for a long time discovers his companions, it is a kind of joy to meet a confidant.

"Student An, don't tell me, you are also in the second year of middle school, oh no, are you a chasing boy?"

Then I shared with her my previous glorious deeds, such as the organization called Chasing the Wind, such as the struggle against the Knights Templar, such as the leap of faith.

Then the two chatted more and more vigorously, and finally Jiang Chen formally invited An Yimo to join Chasing Wind's organization.

That way, she would hopefully have a friend.

Thinking of this, An Yimo smiled, probably feeling a little regretful.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, she should belong to those labels, high cold school girl, high cold female school bully?Or add a domineering, defiant?

neither.

In the past 17 years, due to various reasons, she unfortunately failed to have a friend.

She just felt that she hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

So subconsciously keep a reasonable distance from people.

However, she would think, if they could see, there is actually a fiery soul and a rich world under that cold and hard shell.

This is in terms of the feasible language style.

If you are willing to spend two hours getting to know her seriously, you will find that you have wasted two hours.

No, of course not.

You will find that she is actually a treasure girl.