Yea, coward!

With a bang in his head, Ning Meng was at a loss for a while, typed and deleted this line of words, deleted and typed again, and finally sent a message.

"I'll tell you when I get back to school."

Jiang Yun came back and said, "Okay."

Looking at her simple and crisp words, Ning Meng held the phone in her heart, feeling her heart pounding.

She is ready.

She wants to confess.

Even though secret love is beautiful, it is really aggrieved.

She reflected on her strange behaviors, which were all caused by the difficulty in loving her.

Jiang Yun asked her to fall in love, she was obviously very angry, but she couldn't do anything, she could only sulk.

It's not enough to be angry with herself, she also wants to be angry with Jiang Yun somehow.

I don't know if she feels it, but she should feel it when she loses her temper.

Emotional instability, moody, this really should not be.

Thinking about it better, maybe after confessing, her weird situation will get better.

Perhaps, Jiang Yun would accept her confession.

Maybe, she can still live a life where she can kiss Jiang Yun casually...

The kiss that was about to leave in the drama passed so fast that she didn't even have time to taste it.

Like the orange soda she drank in summer, she could only feel the coolness after gulping it down, but she didn't have time to figure out the specific taste.

She thought, experience her taste well...

"Sister, why are you smiling at your phone?" Ning Yu grabbed Ning Meng's arm, stood on tiptoe, and glanced at the screen vigorously, trying to find out what Ning Meng saw that made her laugh like this.

Ning Meng suppressed the smile on her lips, and said with a serious face, "It's not flattering for children to meddle in their own business."

"Sister, I don't care about my business." Ning Yu immediately let go of her hand and stood aside obediently.

Ning Meng smiled and patted his head, "That's good."

****

It was as if a piece of sugar was slowly melting in her heart, and the sweetness enveloped her layer by layer. Thinking that Jiang Yun was still waiting for her explanation at school, Ning Meng returned home like an arrow.

After repeatedly rejecting Ning Yuanxin and Zhou Qingqing's request to stay home for dinner, Ning Meng hurried to school.

Three in the afternoon.

Ning Meng put the newly bought clothes into the cabinet, took out a small gift from the jewelry store from her backpack, opened the box and glanced at it again.

The two beautifully woven red ropes lay quietly inside. They were obviously dead objects, but Ning Meng saw a sense of energy.

Ning Meng pursed her lips and smiled, the red string immediately caught her eyes.

She didn't confess her love, so she didn't know what to say, but she wanted to explain to Jiang Yun before giving her a gift, telling her that she liked her, the kind that she liked very much.

If she wants to like her to look at it, I will wear a red string for her.

If you don't want to... there is no unwillingness.

After closing the box with a 'click', Ning Meng took the comb to the sink to look in the mirror, and brushed her shiny hair by the way.

She specially washed her hair at home, if Jiang Yun touched her hair, he would be able to smell a faint fragrance between his nostrils.

She doesn't know much about her mother's hair care products, but she knows that fragrance is enough.

After tugging at the ends of two naughty strands of hair, Ning Meng put the comb back to its original place, and was about to go out when the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Are you back?" When she was in a good mood, Ning Meng could greet Zhao Ziyan kindly.

But Zhao Ziyan looked at her coldly with a dark face: "Are you happy?"

"..."

With a hot face and a cold butt, Ning Meng didn't intend to spoil her good mood because of her, so she turned around and was about to go out.

Before the door was opened, Zhao Ziyan threw the bag on the bed and said casually: "Ning Meng, do you like Jiang Yun?"

The movement of twisting the door stopped, Ning Meng didn't know whether to turn around or not.

"I heard it in the locker room. On the day of the party, you went to settle accounts with Luo Yaxuan because of Jiang Yun."

Zhao Ziyan sneered, she didn't think it was enough, and she clapped her hands: "I never thought that a person who is usually silent can do this for the person he likes."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ning Meng put her hands in her pockets, pinching her palms fiercely with her nails.

She couldn't stand Zhao Ziyan's tone.

"You really don't know?" Zhao Ziyan sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, and looked at her with her arms around her chest, "But you don't know, do you? Look at Jiang Yun's eyes, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that he likes it."

Ning Meng ordered herself to calm down.

Zhao Ziyan was just talking nonsense just to provoke her.

If people with discerning eyes could see it all, then Xiao Qingyu and Luo Yaqi must have known it long ago, so why no one said it.

"Jiang Yun knew about it a long time ago, but look, did she express anything? Don't look at yourself in the mirror, are you worthy of liking Jiang Yun? Don't drag others down."

Ning Meng closed her eyes for a while and said, "Zhao Ziyan, are you unhappy?"

How unsatisfactory it is that he is so keen on making trouble for her, biting her like a mad dog for no reason.

"Of course I'm happy, especially when I see you unhappy."

"Then today, let's just talk about it."

Ning Meng turned her back to face her, and locked the door with her hands back, her expression indifferent.

"Okay." Zhao Ziyan said with a smile, "Ning Meng, your usual white lotus appearance is really good, and you have deceived one after another. Now, you want to use this trick to deceive Jiang Yun again? "

"Who did I lie to?" Ning Meng looked at her calmly, as if the person she was talking about was not herself.

"How little do you do to step on a few boats?"

"You obviously don't like Zhao Fan, what do you mean by hanging him over and over again?"

hanging?

The relationship between her and Zhao Fan is not even a friend, so He Lai talked about it.

Ning Meng remembered that Zhao Ziyan was Zhao Fan's sister, and said coldly: "You are really inferior to your brother."

Zhao Fan is warm and kind, but Zhao Ziyan is bitter and mean.

At the beginning, Zhao Fan wanted her to choose Zhao Ziyan's birthday gift, but she didn't go, otherwise she would have to die now.

"I don't deserve it, and you don't deserve it. You hang him for five full years, and you smile when you need him, and you don't need him. Just throw it aside. Have you considered his feelings? You bitch!"

Zhao Ziyan was so angry that she stood up directly from the bed.Her eyes were flushed with anger, as if she was extremely angry, her facial features were twisted into one piece, and Ning Meng's heart skipped a beat when she saw it.

That appearance made her tremble.

Comparable, worthy.

Ning Meng suddenly thought of this, and stared at her, "Zhao Ziyan, don't you like Zhao Fan?"

It's not just the younger sister's dissatisfaction and resentment at her brother's backup, but also the lover's jealousy towards her rival.

Only those who like Zhao Fan will regard her who is liked by Zhao Fan as a thorn in the side, and will not like anything she does, and no matter what she does, she will make trouble for her.

Like a balloon being deflated suddenly, she could clearly see the change of emotion in Zhao Ziyan's eyes.

Anger, surprise, grandeur, and finally calm.

"So what if we like it, we are not related by blood."

"But you are his sister!" Ning Meng said firmly.

Zhao Ziyan sneered, "So what about my sister, I like whoever I want, this is my freedom. But you, you like Jiang Yun, you are simply perverted!"

Ning Meng was poked at the pain point, and she smiled angrily: "I like whoever I want, can you control it?"

"Yes, I don't care, but does Jiang Yun like you? She also thinks you are a pervert, she must have annoyed you to death, she is not as perverted as you!"

Ning Meng resisted the urge to slap her mouth, and said coldly, "Crazy!"

With a bang, she slammed the door loudly.

Ning Meng was panting outside the door.

Zhao Ziyan is crazy, she was driven crazy by that unacceptable secret love, she is a lunatic.

She is not a pervert, she just likes Jiang Yun, she is not!

After being blown by the draft in the corridor for a while, Ning Meng gradually regained her composure.

Gradually feeling the presence of the box with her hand in her pocket, Ning Meng walked towards Jiang Yun's dormitory.

She can't be influenced by Zhao Ziyan. She really doesn't deserve Jiang Yun now, but in her relationship, there is no such thing as whether she deserves it or not.

If she likes it, then she deserves it.

Jiang Yun was still waiting for her explanation in the dormitory.She wants to confess, she wants Jiang Yun to like her.

She wanted to stand with Jiang Yun and slap Zhao Ziyan in the face.

The door was half-closed, as if waiting for her, Ning Meng touched the door with her fingertips, she caught a glimpse of her fingertips trembling slightly, and squeezed the air in her palm.

Forced a smile on her face, Ning Meng encouraged herself to confess her love later.

"Jiang Yun, I like you so much, why can't you like me."

Xia Xin's voice.

Ning Meng stopped at the door.

"Xia Xin, I told you that I don't like you."

"Why, what's wrong with me? Do you know that I was going crazy when I saw you kissing that girl!" Xia Xin's voice sounded hysterical, and Ning Meng touched her lips subconsciously.

Inexplicably, she could understand Xia Xin's emotions very well.

If Jiang Yun kissed other girls, she might also want to go crazy.

She probably wouldn't say it in person, but dared to get angry silently in her heart, ignoring her again, and then talking to her again, and the cycle went on and on.

"I told you not to like me."

"But I already like you."

There was a brief silence in the room, Ning Meng was debating whether to push the door open, Jiang Yun's clear voice sounded: "I told you, don't like me, I'm not a good person, I can't even understand my own feelings , what's the use of you liking me."

Her words were full of helplessness, Xia Xin asked: "Then do you have someone you like?"

"No."

"Okay, then I'll wait for the day you like me."

"I don't like girls."

Ning Meng nestled in the corner, with her back against the wall, watching Xia Xin walk out of Jiang Yun's dormitory with her head bowed, her heart throbbing with pain.

Confessions don't seem necessary.

Turning her head to look in the direction of Jiang Yun's dormitory, Ning Meng put her hands in her pockets and walked down the stairs slowly.

She needs to be alone.

Zhao Ziyan was right, and so was Jiang Yun.

She never gave her hope from the beginning to the end, it was all her own fantasy.

When I touched my head, I thought she was interested in me, and when I kissed, I wanted to express my love to her.

Ning Meng, oh Ning Meng.

Ning Meng smiled wryly, helplessly.

She knew that she was really a failure.

In terms of emotions, in terms of personality, in terms of relationships... in all, all aspects.

The author has something to say: The next chapter transitions to college.

The plot requires that the content of the copywriting must develop in this way, and Little Lemon has to give up once.

How you want to abuse classmate Xiaojiang, you all take out your knives and talk.