The villain is ruthless

Chapter 213 The Cold Him ([-])

Whether Jiang Ziyuan's family had a mine or not, the two talked for a long time, but she didn't know.

The last New Year's Day in the third year of senior high school came as scheduled, and the school organized it more grandly this time.

She was recommended by the literary and art committee to recite poetry at the New Year's Day party.

After pushing and pushing again and again, she couldn't get rid of it. She got up every morning and practiced in front of the window.

At seven o'clock, I went downstairs with my schoolbag on time, and went to the community to have breakfast with Jiang Ziyuan who got off from the 3406 bus.

Ever since Jiang Ziyuan said that he would come to see her in the morning, he would come to have breakfast with her every morning except holidays.

Sometimes I go to the milk tea shop to eat fast food with her, sometimes I eat buns and soy milk from the shop downstairs, sometimes I eat beef noodles and various porridge.

They have eaten all the breakfast shops around.

Jiang Ziyuan also finally understood the reason why girls should not always treat guests, and paid the bill in advance every time.

"Come here," Jiang Zhu stretched out his left hand and ticked him.

Jiang Zhu didn't take her provocation seriously. Feng Shasha dances well, which is her advantage and deserves recognition, but there is nothing to envy or envy.

Outside the teaching building, from morning to evening, the snow has not stopped for a whole day, but a thick white blanket is spread on the ground.

"It's all your fault!" She turned her head and glared at the boy viciously, "If you hadn't been moaning, how could I have missed the car?"

"If you're late, you're late," Jiang Ziyuan disapproved, "It's not like I've never been late before."

Jiang Zhu: "..." It's hard to say, I just want to beat someone up.

The original owner's parents were worried about calling in. Jiang Zhu once again complained that Jiang Ziyuan was a dawdle, and then told the class teacher that he missed the stop.

Feng Shasha listened to their discussions, all denying herself, and her lungs were about to explode.

The head teacher didn't pursue it, and only asked her to pay attention next time, and let her go back to the classroom.

"You are so old-fashioned," Jiang Ziyuan ate the buns at a slower pace, looked Jiang Zhu over, shook his head and said, "Are you still a qualified high school student without being late or leaving early?"

Jiang Ziyuan thought for a while and asked, "...are you willing?"

The girls looked at her enviously, thinking that she studied well, was pretty, and had a nice voice, so they couldn't be jealous at all.

Jiang Zhu: "Blow your dog's head off."

Lift your feet forward, the snowflakes are crowded together, the sound is not pleasant, but the scene is very romantic.

Such indifferent and taciturn boys were very popular when they were students, but after entering the society, this kind of person is super unflattering, okay?

Jiang Ziyuan looked into her eyes with a smile, "How do you want to punish me?"

At least in terms of human feelings, Jiang Ziyuan needs to be well cultivated.

Jiang Ziyuan blinked.

Looking around, it is covered in silver and beautiful like a fairy tale.

Jiang Ziyuan walked towards her unconsciously, lowered his ears slightly, "Say it."

It is estimated that Jiang Ziyuan's image will be shattered into dregs.

Feng Shasha glanced at Jiang Zhu proudly, and cast a provocative look.

The boys whispered to each other, thinking that Feng Shasha's class flower is not worthy of the name, and Jiang Zhu is the real class flower. Even ordinary school uniforms can be worn in a different and delicate way.

Jiang Zhu's playing time is in the middle.

Jiang Zhu covered his face with a scarf, reached out to grab a handful of snow on the ground, and called Jiang Ziyuan.

As she said, everyone always has an advantage that others don't have, which makes him stand out from the rest of the world.

Jiang Zhu: "..." It seemed to be even worse.

Desperately applauded.

Under the winter snow, the girl in furry clothes does not have the slenderness and softness of summer, but she has an indescribable cuteness.

In addition to Jiang Zhu's poem recitation, there are also Feng Shasha's classical dance, the solo of the literary and art committee members, other students' sketches, dramas, and various choruses.

"Not too serious," Jiang Zhu shook his head, "But I'm very angry, and I want to give you a little punishment."

The head teacher also called home and asked her if she was sick and why she was late today.

"Why can't I bear it?" Jiang Zhu curled his lips, "You are the late king, but I am not. I have never been late."

This is enough.

After Jiang Zhu left the stage, he rushed forward and performed a graceful and dexterous classical dance.

Jiang Ziyuan: I......

Jiang Ziyuan stretched out his hand, and asked Jiang Zhu to pull a piece of paper for himself, and slowly wiped off the soup on his mouth, "The steamed stuffed buns from this restaurant are not good, change to another one tomorrow."

I really don't know how the girls in the school would feel if they knew that she gave Jiang Ziyuan pocket money for a semester to buy breakfast?

At that time, the classroom was full of cheers. She recited the poem leisurely, and after she bent down to thank her, the class burst into warm applause.

Jiang Zhu felt that he could actually be cultivated.

The boy turned his head slightly, Jiang Zhu walked up to him with his hands behind his back, "Today is the first time in my life that I am late, do you know that?"

Jiang Zhu walked out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, saw that familiar figure standing at the stairs waiting for her, walked over quickly, and walked behind him as usual.

After that, everyone dispersed.

Slower than girls, cleaner than girls, more delicate than girls, what kind of boy is this?

Jiang Zhu sharpened his sword furiously: "...do you know what I want to do most now?"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhu grabbed his collar, and under the slightly astonished gaze of the boy, he pressed his cold palm to his collarbone.

After finishing the porridge, Jiang Zhu wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, looked at the boy who was still eating the steamed stuffed bun, raised his hand to look at the time on his hand, and urged: "Hurry up, it's snowing today, if the car is late , we'll be late."

For the New Year's Day party, not only rich snacks and fruits were prepared, but also many programs were prepared in the class.

After dinner, Jiang Zhu hurried to catch up, but in the end he still missed the bus.

Feng Shasha's dance was amazing, and many students in the class were stunned.

Jiang Ziyuan walked to her side slowly, and said in a calm tone: "There is another one."

The two walked into the classroom with broken jars against the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the self-study was over for a long time.

If he wasn't so good-looking, Jiang Zhu really wanted to pull his face and ask him why he was so slow?

No matter how good Jiang Zhu is at studying, so what if he is beautiful?There is always a place where Jiang Zhu will never be as good as her.

If they know that Jiang Ziyuan actually sleeps in every day, and is a claw machine party who can't do without electronic products, what kind of expression will they have?

I guess it can only be said that Jiang Ziyuan is poor.

At the end of the party, the students in the class thanked the teacher together and sang a song for all the teachers.

Jiang Ziyuan didn't change his face, "Is it serious to be late?"

"I originally planned to pinch a snow ball to make you uncomfortable for a while, but after thinking about it, if you catch a cold and can't get up tomorrow, who will pay for my breakfast?"

After the biting cold, it was warm and soft. Before Jiang Ziyuan could feel it, the girl withdrew her hand, gave him a light push, and ran towards the school gate without looking back.

"I'll let you go this time, and next time I'll rub it against you. Believe it or not, I really stuffed snowballs into your clothes?"

Jiang Ziyuan: "..."

(End of this chapter)