The sweet smell of citrus

Cheng Jialan thought of something, and narrowed his eyes, "Well, you should also know that these teachers in the class called me to the office, basically because someone took care of them, right?"

Student Cheng played straight balls really well, Song Yi nodded, "I know."

"You all know that I was controlled by someone to go to the office and in front of the teacher. Can I still be happy?"

"No matter what, they are all controlled by people, and they are still pushed by the hated person step by step. This hated person has infiltrated every corner of the school." When Cheng Jialan was speaking, his eyes kept on Keep staring at Song Yi, "Let the teacher look at me, let the classmates look at me, let everyone look at me, I'm not a puppet."

She said viciously: "How can I be happy."

Song Yi didn't expect the matter to be so complicated, so he paused for a while, and didn't say that he could empathize with him. He just took back his study notes, like a confidant big sister, thought for a moment, and explained to Cheng Jialan: "May I ask, Cheng, the person you mentioned should be your parents, right?"

Cheng Jialan hummed.

"Is it your father or your mother?"

"...You don't know?" Cheng Jialan asked Song Yi back.

Song Yi also had a meal, with a question mark on his face? ? ?

Cheng Jialan saw that her reaction did not seem to be fake, many images flashed in her mind, she narrowed her eyes, and looked at Song Yi with such wise eyes for the first time.

After being silent for a while, Song Yi heard Cheng Jialan say, "My mother passed away, and now my father is in charge of my affairs."

"……Feel sorry."

"I shouldn't ask this." When mentioning his dead mother, Song Yi's expression changed slightly, and he formally apologized to Cheng Jialan.

Cheng Jialan has lost her mother since she was a child, so she is not very sensitive to this word anymore, so she waved her hand, "It's okay." The point now is not this, but—is this Song Yi really someone his father arranged for?

Why... do you act like you don't know anything?

Really pure eyes, do not know anything.

Song Yi originally wanted to continue comforting Cheng Jialan with a few words, but Cheng Jialan didn't know what was wrong, and after a few words, he began to scan her with an indescribable gaze.

After scanning for a long time, class was over, and her words of persuasion naturally returned to her stomach.

……

A good time to send notes is missed.

But today, knowing some basic information about Cheng Jialan, the strategy can be regarded as progress.

Everything went well, Song Yi rested according to the schedule.

What she didn't know was that Cheng Jialan on the other bed was tossing and turning because of her words in the morning.

Chapter 11 Girls used to be very good, once

Make a hypothesis.

if……

If Song Yi really did what she said, and it wasn't because Cheng Weiguo came to her, then what kind of person would this person be?

like to laugh.

So kind to everyone.

Will lend a helping hand to her.

In many cases, it can make her forget loneliness.

After carefully thinking about everything Song Yi did, Cheng Jialan took a deep breath and grabbed the quilt.

If, she really fell by her side by accident.

Such a person is really... a treasure in the world that is easy to fall in love with.

Thinking about it, the drowsiness slowly rose, and the pure Cheng Jialan felt that he had a sweet dream.

In the dream, the female monitor next door smiled like a flower, and asked her softly, "Student Cheng, do you need my help?"

She dreamed that her reaction was very different from usual.

Cheng Jialan in the dream, after listening to what Song Yi said, slapped the table and stood up boldly, with a wanton smile on his face, "I don't need your help!"

"I just want to chat with you! Okay?"

"Of course you can."

Hahahaha.

Ah, it's dawn.

In mid-November, it was still so early in the morning.

Rubbing her hair, Cheng Jialan still struggled to get up in bed.

After all... as a student, it's not good to be late every day.

After rushing into the bathroom to wash her face and refresh herself, Cheng Jialan narrowed her eyes and went downstairs slowly.

As a purebred boomer, Cheng Weiguo has a routine that doesn't fit his status.

For example, now, his breakfast time is actually at the same frequency as that of high school students.

Ok……

At the dinner table, the father and daughter did not talk.

Because everyone's relationship is not good, if you speak rashly, it will always be a little embarrassing.

Of course, Cheng Weiguo was the first to break this embarrassment.

"Blue."

He yelled several times before Cheng Jialan slowly raised his head from the porridge bowl.

However, even if he raised his head, Cheng Jialan was nonchalant, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Weiguo looked at his daughter's expression and reaction, and a little injury flashed in his eyes, but he didn't put this injury on his face, he just let him flash past, and then his loving father possessed him, "It's nothing, I just want to Praise you."

"?"

"It's nothing else, but your teacher told me that you have been reading very diligently recently."

"I heard that I will listen a little bit in class. Although the homework can't keep up with the students in those classes, it's not bad. I'm enthusiastic and enthusiastic..."

The adjective that Song Yi heard yesterday came out of old man Cheng's mouth again, and Cheng Jialan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little happy in his heart.