Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Originally, Song Jiawen was still worried about the party tomorrow afternoon. There were so many people she didn't know well, and she really didn't want to go, but after telling Jiang Yan just now, she was no longer bothered.

Especially seeing the way he frowned after hearing this, she felt even happier. Even her steps going upstairs were brisk.

Almost all the freshmen classes will have a class meeting tonight. The meeting is probably not over yet. The entire dormitory building is quiet and there are not many people.

The sneakers on her feet were bought by her mother. They were very elastic and made almost no sound when she walked.

When we went up to the third floor, we could vaguely hear someone sobbing, accompanied by unclear voices.

Song Jiawen paused for a moment, then walked towards 303 without changing her expression.

Next to the window at the end of the corridor on the third floor, someone was holding a mobile phone and talking on the phone with his head down. To be precise, the other party was crying and typing.

Before Liang Yujun and the others came back, Song Jiawen took out the key from her schoolbag, inserted it into the keyhole, and then turned it. With a "click" sound, the sobs stopped suddenly, and the person who was on the phone suddenly turned around.

"Song Jiawen!"

This cry of gnashing of teeth

Damn it. He is really seriously ill!

Song Jiawen rolled her eyes and turned to look at Xia Shi, her dark eyes glowing coldly under the dim light of the corridor.

Xia Shi still held the phone as if making a call, but stared at her.

Song Jiawen turned around and entered the house, and then the door was closed with a bang.

"Xia Shi?"

A shout came from the phone. Xia Shi came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and turned around, "Mom"

"What happened just now?"

"fine."

"The girl is causing trouble for you again?"

There is also a white notebook on Song Jiawen's desk, which Jiang Yan specially installed for her.

She took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash up. After coming out, she sat at the table and read for a while. Then she turned on the computer and clicked on the Penguin account she had just applied for.

She didn't give herself an online name, so she casually wrote the characters "小四" on it. She didn't have many friends, except Liang Yujun and the other three, namely Zhu Jin and Wang Xiaole.

The only boy is Jiang Yan.

As soon as I logged in to Penguin, I saw a little penguin jumping around. I held down the mouse and clicked it——

True to his word: [I just took three orders. 】

True to his word: [I have to ask my second son to buy accessories tomorrow, and by the way, let him buy a leg of lamb and stew the lamb in the evening.Uncle Liu is still keeping the fish he caught before. He will kill it and make garlic fried fish tomorrow night. 】

Thinking of the delicious mutton soup and the tender and spicy fried garlic fish, Song Jiawen bit her lips and decisively gave up tomorrow night's class activities.

Primary [-]: [Wait for me at the school gate after school. 】

On the other side, Jiang Yan's computer was open, holding a pen in his hand. He was sketching out a list in front of the table. When he heard the beeping sound of Penguin, he put down the pen, raised his head, held the mouse, and clicked. He saw That reply made me laugh!

The next day happened to be Friday, and everyone was already in a commotion during the last class in the afternoon. When the bell rang, and as soon as the professor left, the boys in the two rows behind started to cheer and call Xue Weisong.

Xia Shi didn't know that everyone was going to have a dinner. When she heard the noise, she turned around and glanced back strangely. Some of the boys she had invited to dinner before saw this and turned to avoid her sight.

It’s not that she feels guilty, it’s just that she cried so much after the election of the League Secretary yesterday. Now everyone doesn’t know what to say to her.

Seeing this, Xia Shi had no choice but to look at Xue Weisong. Not choosing a cadre for work did not mean that she was not good, nor did it mean that she would leave the class.

Her mother was right, she was only a freshman now, and it was hard to say what would happen in the future. She couldn't belittle herself because of a temporary failure, not to mention that it couldn't be considered a failure.

<divclass="contentadv">Xue Weisong didn't hide anything, and even invited her generously, "This is the first gathering of our class this semester, shall we come together?"

He only said it was a class gathering, not that it was to celebrate Shen Mengfei's election. He also didn't mention that he and Shen Mengfei invited the dinner, let alone that he called Teacher Tang.

Next to her, Song Jiawen had already started packing her schoolbag, and Xue Weisong was also collecting his things in a leisurely manner. Xia Shi was sitting in front of him on his right, with an aisle between them.

After thinking for about a minute, Xia Shi nodded decisively, "Okay, I'll go!"

Xue Weisong paused as he packed up the textbooks. He glanced at Song Jiawen from the corner of his eye and saw that there was nothing unusual about her. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned around and asked, "Are you going to go directly, or do you want to go back to the dormitory first?"

"Go back to the dormitory first." Song Jiawen replied without raising her head.

"Okay, private room 208 at Golden Chopsticks. There are three big tables in it."

After a pause, Xue Weisong asked again, "Do you have any taboos or favorite foods? Shen Mengfei and I will go over and order first."

I love mutton soup and fried fish with garlic, but you definitely can’t order them.

Song Jiawen said, "Don't worry about me, I'll go over and sit for a while. I have a place to eat tonight."

After saying that, she zipped up her schoolbag, held it in one hand, and wanted to get up and leave first.

But Xue Weisong didn't stand up to make way for her as before. He looked at her and said helplessly, "Song Jiawen, this is the first event for our class. Are you really sure you don't want to participate?"

If he had known earlier, he would not have asked Xia Shi politely.

Song Jiawen thought about it seriously and asked, "Then if I sit for a while longer, wouldn't it count as participation?"

Xue Weisong:

He looked at her sincere and unpretentious expression, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

In the end, he had no choice but to say, "Okay, then sit down for a while."

After just a few words, the two of them didn't speak loudly. After that, Xue Weisong stood up and asked Song Jiawen to go out first. He threw his schoolbag to his roommate to take back, and then called Shen Mengfei. The two of them had to go to the Golden Chopsticks to order. .

"What happened just now? Song Jiawen isn't going?"

Shen Mengfei was careful. He had been paying attention to Song Jiawen since Xia Shi agreed to go there, and Xue Weisong's expression changed obviously.

"It's not that she won't go. She said she would sit for a while and then leave. She won't eat."

Shen Mengfei frowned, "You shouldn't invite Xia Shi."

He obviously also misunderstood, thinking that Song Jiawen didn't go because of Xia Shi.

"Every class is going, and she is the only one left. No notification or invitation. Do you think it's appropriate?"

Xue Weisong realized at this time that with Song Jiawen's character, she wouldn't care at all whether Xia Shi went or not, so her promise of having a place to eat must have been promised to others before.

"Forget it, wait for her to come over later and then persuade her to stay a little longer and eat half full before leaving."

But what he didn't know was that when Song Jiawen went back to the dormitory to put down her schoolbag, she was picked up by Jiang Yan as soon as she came downstairs. He just reminded her tactfully, "My second brother stewed the mutton in the afternoon. The meat will probably be rotten by now. If you want to add vermicelli, go over and tell him."

She had to tell the second child to add vermicelli, and the mutton soup should be drunk while it was hot. It would turn sour when it was cold. What a waste.

So at the class party, there are so many people, one more person is not more, one less her is not more, it doesn’t matter, right?

Two updates today, see you tomorrow!