God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Yang Jingshu stared at everyone quietly, witnessing them successfully passing customs and leaving one after another, while her hand holding her diploma remained as still as a sculpture.

It wasn't until a hesitant cough sounded beside her that Yang Jingshu turned her head sideways and looked at the person as if waking up from a dream.

Ye Zhi rubbed her fingers awkwardly, looked at Yang Jingshu and asked softly: "Miss Yang, why don't you leave?"

Yang Jingshu nodded slightly and looked at Fang Ran who was resting aside, with a hint of warmth in her eyes:

"I'll wait for her to wake up and go together."

Ye Zhi suddenly realized it. She showed a shy smile and then pointed to her graduation certificate:

"Then I'll leave first. Will you wait a little longer?"

Yang Jingshu nodded slightly and agreed.

Ye Zhi said no more, quickly picked up the pen, quickly signed her name on the graduation certificate, and then disappeared from Yang Jingshu's eyes.

The anchors disappeared one after another like phantoms, and the noisy surroundings instantly became empty, as if their souls had been taken away. Only the blood stains left after the fierce confrontation with the ghost tide last night, and the stumps scattered everywhere, hung in the air. There seems to be a fine and sticky fishy smell.

Yang Jingshu moved to sit next to Fang Ran, stared at the black and blue under Fang Ran's eyelids, and gently stretched out her hand, trying to smooth the frown between her eyebrows that was still frowning in her sleep. The movement was long and slow, accompanied by a long sound. The sigh gradually stopped in place.

To this day, although Yang Jingshu is not willing to question Fang Ran's original intention, she also knows that Fang Ran did not come to her with the purest "sincerity" in the first place.

What is it for?

Yang Jingshu stared at the woman's smooth sleeping face, her eyes like a scanner, scanning the other person's eyes, nose, lips inch by inch...

Is it because of childhood acquaintance, or the subsequent explosions that broke out in the "untouchable area"?

Yang Jingshu knew that she should ask Fang Ran about her true purpose, but every time she imagined what might happen if the matter was revealed, her heart ached.

This strange feeling is like a cat's claws scratching, which makes people feel upset.

Yang Jingshu is not a fool. She naturally understands that as time goes by, she may have fallen in love with the other party without knowing it.

Who can not fall in love with Fang Ran?

Yang Jingshu suddenly raised her head and saw the faint sunshine in the clouds through the gaps between the dense branches and leaves above her head. She squinted her eyes slightly.

She was not wrong, and neither was Fang Ran.

What is wrong is just the extremely unequal and even disgusting class concept from the beginning.

Yang Jingshu suddenly felt that she had to do something about this...

"Jing, sister?"

The warmth on Fang Ran's face suddenly woke her up from her sleep, and the vigilance in her eyes disappeared instantly when she saw Yang Jingshu.

She stared at Yang Jingshu's side face and subconsciously called out softly.

Yang Jingshu lowered her head slightly and looked at Fang Ran, who had just woken up, with a faint smile on her lips: "Are you awake?"

As she spoke, she gently tucked the broken hair on the side of Fang Ran's face behind her ears as if nothing had happened, and said softly:

"Let's go when we wake up."

Fang Ran's consciousness was still a little blurry. She blinked and looked involuntarily at the two notebooks held in Yang Jingshu's hands, with confusion on her face: "Is this...a graduation certificate?"

That's right, a diploma.

Fang Ran remembered that the theme at the beginning of the copy said that as students, the most important thing for them was to "graduate safely."

Yang Jingshu stared into Fang Ran's eyes quietly and nodded lightly: "Yes."

Her voice was as calm as lake water, "Fill in your name and we can pass the level smoothly."

Fang Ran nodded, took the graduation certificate and was about to fill it out. When the tip of the pen touched the paper, she suddenly thought of He Yan whom she saw again in the chaotic timeline, and her hand that was about to move suddenly stopped.

"Sister Jing," Fang Ran licked his lips: "Has He Ziyun cleared the level?"

Yang Jingshu, who had just written the word "Yang", stopped her wrist. She glanced sideways at the teaching building not far away and shook her head.

"do not know."

Yang Jingshu said.

"Do not you know……"

Fang Ran repeated Yang Jingshu's words in a low voice, his consciousness seemed to be in a trance.

"Do you have a problem with him?"

Yang Jingshu asked.

Fang Ran opened his mouth, but finally shook his head and stopped worrying, and quickly signed his name on the graduation certificate.

"No, it's nothing important."

Anyway, He Ziyun will definitely be able to pass the level... It will be the same when he goes out.

Yang Jingshu didn't ask further questions when she saw this, she just lowered her head and signed her name.

When the black mist that represented customs clearance was shrouded, Fang Ran noticed that his hand was being held by Yang Jingshu. The temperature in the other person's palm invaded his skin little by little, giving Fang Ran the illusion of being burned.

She was stunned for a few seconds, then looked up at Yang Jingshu beside her.

The black fog was a little thin this time, and Fang Ran could clearly see Yang Jingshu's expression at this moment.

Yang Jingshu's expression looked a little strange at this time. She seemed to be trapped by something, showing a strange expression of confusion but helplessness. However, her eyes were still as cold and calm as usual, with a confusing feeling. Palpitations.

"Fang Ran."

Fang Ran saw Yang Jingshu's lips slightly open. The bloodless lips were like pale petals, which looked particularly dry in the thin black mist.

"...I don't care if you lie to me or not,"

Yang Jingshu stared at Fang Ran's suddenly panicked expression, and suddenly laughed softly.

"But I hope that in the future, if the trust between us reaches the level where we can talk to each other, and you can trust me a little more, that will be good."

Fang Ran's eyes were widened. She looked at Yang Jingshu and felt as if her hand held by the other party was being burned by fire at this moment, with the illusion that she was almost scalded.

She couldn't help but struggle, but the latter tightened his grip even harder, as if he was a hunter who didn't want to let go of his prey.

After maybe a few seconds, or maybe a long time, Fang Ran silently stared at Yang Jingshu in front of her, and finally she nodded slightly and said softly:

"it is good."

The cold and reserved woman in front of her smiled. Her high ponytail was slightly tilted to one side, swaying slightly with agility that did not belong to Yang Jingshu's character.

"we have a deal."

Yang Jingshu said softly: "Don't lie to me."

Don't use your own life to lie to me, and don't use your own methods to remind her of those memories.

Fang Ran's eyelashes trembled, and she felt as if the hand she was holding was about to be burned.

There is more and more black fog around.

Before leaving the dungeon, Fang Ran thought in a daze:

As long as Yang Jingshu is on the same side as him, he doesn't need to "deceive" her anymore...

But Sister Jing, can you really give up those things that have brought you all the glory?