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The afternoon has never been so difficult. Jiang Chijing can't help but glance at Zheng Mingyi almost every few minutes.

Zheng Mingyi held a comic book in his hand and read it with gusto, while Jiang Chijing couldn't do anything. He didn't even bother to turn on the surveillance of the entertainment room.

The reason why he would be like this is very simple, because he has not performed well for the second time, just like the last time Zheng Mingyi teased him with his eyelashes.

Zheng Mingyi could immediately recognize the loopholes in his words, and it took him a long time, until it was time for dinner to realize that there was a problem in Zheng Mingyi's words.

This is more reconciled than losing in a fight.

The hour hand moved slowly to two o'clock, and the prisoners in the library finally left one after another. But Zheng Mingyi was fascinated by reading comics. When there was no one else in the library, he still sat motionless by the window.

"1017." In the end, it was Jiang Chijing who couldn't calm down first, "You can't make it through?"

Zheng Mingyi raised his head to look at Xiang Jiang Chijing, with a faint arc at the corner of his mouth. He put the comic book back on the shelf, sat down next to Jiang Chijing, and met Jiang Chijing's gaze without any hesitation: "Officer Jiang, your eyes are so enthusiastic when you look at me today."

"Are you hiding something from me?" Jiang Chijing didn't make any preparations, and directly preempted, without giving Zheng Mingyi time to prepare.

This question was obviously tentative. Jiang Chijing didn't expect Zheng Mingyi to explain anything honestly, but just wanted to see how he reacted. However, it was unexpected that Zheng Mingyi was silent for a while, and actually answered: "Yes."

"What?" Jiang Chijing frowned unconsciously, and his nerves became tense.

Zheng Mingyi opened her lips slowly, as if deliberately trying to make her appetite. After a long pause, she said, "I think you look good in uniform."

That's it?

Jiang Chijing was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, Zheng Mingyi was teasing him again. He suppressed the anger that rose in his heart, and asked with a sinking face, "Zheng Mingyi, I look like a good bully, don't I?"

"No." Zheng Mingyi said sincerely, "I've seen Officer Jiang hit people with a baton. How can anyone dare to bully you?"

Compared with Zheng Mingyi's beating, Jiang Chijing's beating is nothing short of a big deal. He couldn't say how he felt, but he always felt that Zheng Mingyi was just wandering on the verge of bullying him.

"By the way, Officer Jiang." Zheng Mingyi's tone naturally changed the subject, "How about the date?"

"It's okay." Jiang Chijing replied casually, and immediately brought the topic back. "You asked me if I went to the city last time. How did you know that I didn't live in the city?"

"Am I?" Zheng Mingyi asked without changing his face.

Jiang Chijing did not expect that Zheng Mingyi would deny it directly. This is also to blame for his failure to play well at the time, otherwise Zheng Mingyi would never have the opportunity to pretend to be stupid.

"You have." Jiang Chijing stared at Zheng Mingyi and said, "You ask me if I go to the city to play."

"Oh, that." Zheng Mingyi replied with ease, "Didn't you go back to the city after get off work?"

Of course there is a difference between going back to the city and going to the city to play, but it takes a lot of speech to discern the logic, and Jiang Chijing suddenly realized a problem. No matter what he says, Zheng Mingyi can say that he thinks too much. .

This is not like his phrase "don't know", which has obvious loopholes. Zheng Mingyi gave him the feeling that he was deliberately revealing his tail, but he just showed him and didn't let him catch it.

It's really irritating.

"Do you know where I live?" Jiang Chijing couldn't test anything out, and couldn't bear to ask him the question he had been holding back for a weekend.

"Where do you live?" Zheng Mingyi asked curiously, "Are you close to my house?"

Jiang Chijing almost couldn't help but blew himself up.

Yes, I live across from your house, I'll spy on you when I'm fine.

But his reason somehow caught him rushing to the cliff, and he quickly recovered his usual calmness.

"Not close." Jiang Chijing said coldly, "I live in the city."

If you can't ask, you don't need to ask. He wasn't sure if Zheng Mingyi was pretending to be stupid, if so, then he just pretended to be stupid.

"Really?" Zheng Mingyi touched his chin, putting on an incomprehensible appearance, "Officer Jiang, how do you know that you live in the city and you are not close to me?"

The implication is, how do you know where my family lives?

Jiang Chijing was stunned, and after his brain went around the curve, he felt shocked.

He even said that he missed his mouth again.

He said that the two did not live close, but the problem was that he only knew where Zheng Mingyi lived in order to judge whether the two lived close.

"Officer Jiang." Zheng Mingyi sighed, his expression a little helpless, "You are really..."

Jiang Chijing looked at Zheng Mingyi swiftly, his eyes were like knives, he had made up his mind, if Zheng Mingyi asked more questions, he would pretend that he didn't know anything.

Zheng Mingyi leaned over, and the shoulders of the two were pressed together. He tilted his head, leaned to Jiang Chijing's ear, and gently uttered a few words: "It's so dumb and cute."

After speaking, Zheng Mingyi backed away, taking the mouse naturally and watching the stock trend.

Jiang Chijing glared at Zheng Mingyi in disbelief. Since he was in middle school, no one has said that he is cute anymore, and his academic performance is not top-notch, and at any rate it is maintained at the upper-middle level, and no one is standing in front of him. Said he was stupid.

He was suspicious for a moment, could it be that he was really mentally handicapped?

Impossible, but Zheng Mingyi is not a normal person.

"Get up and drive." Jiang Chijing stood up and looked down at Zheng Mingyi against the blue veins on his forehead.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Mingyi asked.

"I'm going to the warden."

Jiang Chijing couldn't figure it out, and he didn't owe Zheng Mingyi. Why should he spend time studying for Zheng Mingyi?

Zheng Mingyi should have understood the meaning in Jiang Chijing's eyes. He withdrew his hand from the mouse, put it on his leg casually, and said to Jiang Chijing, "Then you go."

"You get out."

The fan-shaped office area has only one exit, which is located on the side of Zheng Mingyi. If Zheng Mingyi refused to let go, then Jiang Chijing could only step over him.

"I didn't stop you." Zheng Mingyi said leisurely.

Obviously, I don't intend to let it go.

Jiang Chijing didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, he only hesitated for a moment, then raised one leg and stepped over Zheng Mingyi.

Jiang Chijing's movements were very natural, just like hurdles. However, when he landed on his front leg, he suddenly remembered a problem. He couldn't let Zheng Mingyi use the computer alone. He had to put the computer to sleep.

Thinking of this, he had to turn around and press the standby button on the keyboard.

Due to the unstable bottom plate and the awkward posture of the upper body, Jiang Chijing shook involuntarily when he tried to stand up straight after pressing the key.

He swears that he can adjust his focus. However, Zheng Mingyi raised his arm around his waist and helped him, which disturbed his balance. When he reacted, he was already firmly straddling Zheng Mingyi's lap.

This posture is wrong.

Jiang Chijing's problem is that he likes to analyze others, which stems from his uncontrollable imagination. This is a problem similar to that of cleanliness. People with cleanliness may no longer want to wash their hands, but due to psychological effects, they still can't help but want to turn on the faucet.

The same is true for Jiang Chijing. In this situation, he just wanted to empty his brain, but his brain uncontrollably showed an indescribable picture like a comic strip.

He even took off Zheng Mingyi's shirt in his imagination.

It can't be this way, Jiang Chijing's reason keeps whipping himself, he is not abnormal.

He bit the tip of his tongue and drove away all the outdated yellow waste in his mind. But just when he was about to get up from Zheng Mingyi, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door of the library.

Jiang Chijing watched in response, and then he saw Luo Hai dumbfounded.

"you…"

Okay, now Jiang Chijing's heart is smashed to death.

"Don't get me wrong." Jiang Chijing quickly got up from Zheng Mingyi, "It's not what you think."

"Yes…"

Luo Hai's gaze moved down and stayed at Jiang Chijing's waist. Only then did Jiang Chijing realize that Zheng Mingyi's hand was still holding his waist.

"Remove it for me." Jiang Chijing slapped Zheng Mingyi's arm away, and Zheng Mingyi's expression was quite innocent, as if it were you who sat on it yourself.

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Chijing walked to the door of the library and asked Luo Haidao.

"Chat." Luo Hai's expression is still very complicated, "I can understand you, I am interested in his type, but can you close the door?"

Jiang Chijing had a headache: "How many times do I have to say, I have nothing to do with him."

"No wonder Zhang Fan said that you are not interested in him, he is indeed a little tasteless." Luo Hai thought, "but Zheng Mingyi is also a prisoner no matter what, is it really good for you?"

"First of all, what you saw just now were all misunderstandings. I really didn't have much to do with him." Jiang Chijing emphasized, "Secondly, what happened to the prisoner? Isn't your family Yu Guang also a prisoner?"

"That's the same." Luo Haidao, "A Guang that kid is stupid, his nature is not bad."

"Then how do you judge whether Zheng Mingyi's nature is bad or not?"

Luo Hai showed that weird look again. Jiang Chijing suddenly realized that his description was getting darker and darker, so he stopped talking to Luo Hai about this issue, waved his hand, and walked towards the stairs: "I'm looking for The warden has something to talk about later."

When Jiang Chijing came to the warden's office, the warden was looking at the computer screen intently, seemingly reluctant to move away for a second.

He quickly glanced at Jiang Chijing, then looked at the computer screen and said, "Xiao Jiang, these few stocks of mine have gone up pretty well recently."

It turned out to be looking at stocks.

Jiang Chijing couldn’t help wondering how the warden would talk to him about stocks endlessly, only to hear the warden say again: "Just now, Zheng Mingyi called me inside and said you don’t want to help him. I'm studying."

There is a landline on the desk in the library, and Zheng Mingyi usually uses that phone to advise the warden to buy and sell stocks.

Jiang Chijing didn't expect that Zheng Mingyi would even preemptively. He had a bad premonition faintly in his heart, but he still protested: "Yes, I don't want to get too close to the prisoners."

"Prisoners want to learn. Of course, our prison must support it. Then, you can find someone to replace you." The warden said.

Hearing this, Jiang Chijing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Mingyi himself would be in charge of the building manager of Building 3, and he would just be thrown directly to the building manager at that time.

"However," the warden suddenly changed. "The person you are looking for must also be approved by Zheng Mingyi. After all, it is read to him."

Jiang Chijing: "..."

The result was a trip in vain.

Jiang Chijing returned to the library without expression, Zheng Mingyi seemed to have known the result a long time ago, and said with a little regret: "It's half past two, Officer Jiang."

Half an hour is not short or long. The two people only talked for a while. Jiang Chijing went out again, and the reading time in the afternoon just passed by.

Zheng Mingyi stood up and said to Jiang Chijing: "See you tomorrow, Officer Jiang." Then he followed the prison guard outside the door and left the library.

Jiang Chijing sat back on the office chair, and the library returned to its usual quietness, and his depressed mood also calmed down.

But at this moment, Jiang Chijing's eyes suddenly caught the mouse on the desktop.

Regarding the items in his office area, Jiang Chijing is very sensitive to the placement of items. He clearly remembered that before leaving just now, the position of the mouse was different from now, it should be a bit more towards the side where he was sitting.

He hit enter, the computer is still in an unlocked state, normally, no one should move the locked computer.

But the position of the mouse is definitely not wrong. In other words, after Jiang Chijing left just now...

Zheng Mingyi moved his computer.