Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"..."

Jiang Beize was silent for two seconds.

When I spoke again, my voice did not change:

"Very good. I learn to paint every day and I made a lot of new friends in the new school. How about you? I heard that you shaved an inch. There must be many girls chasing you. You are pretty good!"

"What else did you hear?"

"what?"

"Ask what else have you heard." Song Nan's tomb licked his lips.

"Also... I heard you changed your name."

The air was silent again.

Song Nan's tomb did not speak.

Jiang Beize did not speak either.

Only the sound of wind chimes drifted away.

I don't know how long it has been, Song Nan Tomb sighed.

He never wanted to be anyone's brother, but in front of him, he had a sense of responsibility, just wanting to coax him.

Can't see his face, but can imagine the look on his face at the moment.

It should be hesitating, helpless, and tangled.

"Jiang Beize."

He says.

"There are tombstones in the south and Acacia in the north. I'll wait for you to come back."

"Don't wait for me."

Jiang Beize's voice was so small that he sighed almost inaudibly.

"You should wait for others."

"Lord, just, want, wait, you."

Song Nan's tomb halted every word, and he was overbearing to refute.

"Sorry... I may not be back."

"determine?"

"Well, I am fine here, there is no need to go back."

No need to come back?

"good very good."

Song Nan's tomb snorted.

"Then Lord is not waiting for you."

He hung up after speaking.

Calling him, he will be so frustrated that he will grind to death.

But nothing.

Don't wait for him.

Wait and wait, maybe there will be no one in the end.

Although Jiang Beiyuan said to him, "Apostate love is not necessarily noble."

But he was not a noble person!

Why do you want to listen to Jiang Beiyuan?

As long as he likes it, he is willing to rebel for that person.

If he does not return, then he will take the initiative to attack.

What a big deal.

...

Monday arrived soon.

The classrooms in Zhicheng No. 1 Middle School are as peaceful as ever.

At 8:25 in the morning, with a "bang", the door of the classroom was kicked open from outside.

The big guys are not surprised.

Whether it's good or bad study, Song Nan's Tomb will never be opened properly.

But now that he is studying well, it was the top student in the class who gave birth, but no one would dare to laugh at him as a wild species.

With a black schoolbag slanted on his back at the tomb of Song Nan, his face was firm and tough, and he looked at the first row of the classroom as before.

There was a person in that empty place.

A person who does not belong there.

The nameless fire rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and Song Nan's tomb picked up the man's collar and pulled him from his position without saying a word.

"Who let you sit in this position?!"

"What the class teacher said..." The four-eyed student pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and stammered.

"Sit not allowed!"

Song Nan's tomb didn't care about the class teacher or not.

"No one is sitting in this position, why can't you sit?" He sniffed and said, whispering Bibi.

"If you can't say yes, you can't! There is no why!"

Loosing his eyes, he directly took out his schoolbag from the drawer stool and threw it on the podium.

Throw all the books on the table onto the podium.

"You like the head teacher so much, sit on the podium from now on!"

"..."

The rest of the students watched this scene silently, no one dared to speak.

After all, boys who dared to change their names to cemetery are more ruthless.

It's more ruthless to yourself and others.