Look at each other, smile and warm [GL]

Jay pulled the obviously bigger coat on her body, and refused to leave. Xu Jiao was so angry that she said, "Give it up!"

"I don't." Jay, who was heartbroken as if he had lost his love, tugged, "This is Song Qing's clothes."

"Where is it?" Xu Jiao refused to admit it.

Jay reached out and poked a brown mark on her coat, "This is the ink that a classmate in Class C splashed on Song Qing last semester. I saw it getting lighter."

Xu Jiao really didn't know the reason, "The quality of this school uniform is also worrying, it can't be washed off."

"Why are you wearing Song Qing's coat?" Jay grabbed the coat, blushing.

The two of them were entangled with each other on the stone road in front of the school gate, and the people around them looked at them strangely.

The familiar car bell rang, Song Qing came in on a bicycle, stopped beside them, and gave them an idiot look.

Xu Jiao didn't notice her at first, but when Jay yelled, she immediately came to her senses and pushed her away. Jay fell to the ground with her buttocks, her facial features twisted in pain, and she was about to scold her.

The director who had been watching for a long time jumped up and ran towards this side, "Xu Jiao, Jay, what are you doing? Fighting again?"

Xu Jiao pulled Jai closer, "No, teacher, I saw her fall, and I'm going to help her."

Jay touched his buttocks, gritted his teeth, "Your uncle."

Song Qing glanced at Xu Jiao, Xu Jiao smiled at her, Song Qing rode away on the bike, the director was going to run over, but suddenly saw Song Qing slipping past on the bike in front of him, turned around and ran Go catch Song Qing.

"Riding bicycles is not allowed in school, Song Qing, get off for me."

Xu Jiao shook off Jay and ran away. Jay stomped his feet angrily and shouted, "You can hide from the first day of the junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day."

Everyone turned around, not understanding why these two people were involved again.

Xu Jiao arrived in the classroom, sat on the seat, and said to herself: "As for it? Isn't it just a coat?" Xu Jiao took off her coat, and the air conditioner was turned on in the classroom. The temperature was relatively low at first, and she was so cold that she immediately put it on again. up.

Wu Niannian was copying her homework there, scribbling hard, and she still didn't forget to talk to her, "What are you talking about with Jay in the morning? I saw it in the teaching building."

Xu Jiao replied perfunctorily, "Nothing."

Wu Niannian glanced at her, bit her lip and continued writing.

Doing exercises in the morning, Xu Jiao just stood up with her waist supported, and when she turned her head, she saw Jay poking her eyes with two fingers, and poking her again, very nervous.

Xu Jiao rolled her eyes, ignoring her.

I don't know if it was because of her reaction, but Xu Jiao felt uncomfortable in her school uniform, and she had to remind herself that it was Song Qing's clothes all the time.

Her nose was about to runny from the cold air conditioner. She was about to find paper in her pocket when she realized that it was not her coat.

She quickly shook her hand and reached out to ask Wu Niannian for a piece of paper.

Wu Niannian handed over the tissue, and looked at her clothes intentionally or unintentionally, "Your clothes do seem a bit big."

Xu Jiao smiled to cover up, wiped her nose, but didn't answer.

In the afternoon, when the tutoring class was held, Song Qing was not there, Xu Jiao was there alone looking through the papers, Li Zihao was chatting with other people, and the teacher hadn't come yet.

"The college entrance examination will be over in half a month, and it will be practiced for the third year of high school. What has your class prepared?"

The so-called practice is that the juniors and juniors hold a farewell party, playing, playing and singing, and cross talk.

"What else can it be, just make a cross talk."

The classmate who answered was not very happy, "Think about when we were in the first year of high school, when the school just started, the second year of high school is now the third year of high school, and the five classes are all a song, which is extremely perfunctory."

Xu Jiao couldn't help laughing, the classmate turned to her and said cheerfully: "You are a sophomore in high school, I don't know, those seniors are all in the same formation, the height is the same, and there is a conductor in front, I changed three It was only after I found out that it was not the same class, and I also said that this class is really big, and the singles are repeated."

Li Zihao and the others also laughed. Li Zihao looked at her, clicked on her test paper, and just poked the sixty points on it, Xu Jiao withdrew the paper.

"What about your class?"

"Ask the class monitor and art committee, why are you asking me?" Xu Jiao said angrily.

Li Zihao didn't know what he was thinking, and he said after a long while: "Our class has several projects, and we will probably ask your class to borrow people."

"Oh." Xu Jiao was not very interested, and lay down on the table.

"Don't you want to know what Song Qing participated in?"

"She won't participate." Xu Jiao lazily rolled her eyelids, is there any need to think about it?

Li Zihao was also at a loss for words, it made sense.

As a result, after class, Miao Rui came to look for her, "We don't like to participate in our class, why don't you join some people in your class D? Anyway, they are all about the same, they are all sophomores in high school."

Xu Jiao packed her schoolbag without raising her head, "Yeah, I'll ask in the classroom tomorrow."

Miao Rui was a little amused, "I'm asking you, are you going to participate?"

"I don't, I don't." Xu Jiao shook her hands as if she was cold, she refused and ran away.

Saying that losing weight is really losing weight, Xu Jiao went home directly at night and didn't go to the snack street again.

Wu Niannian bought a share of squid by herself and was about to leave. When passing by the intersection, she saw Liang Yuqiu standing at the intersection like a light bulb, looking at her, but she didn't see him wanting to say hello. Wu Niannian glanced at him and left.

Xu Jiao arrived home quickly, but Ms. Wu hadn't come back yet, and the house was still a bit deserted.

The servants were busy preparing dinner, and Xu Jiao went upstairs alone, feeling empty and missing something. She usually wandered around the snack street for a while, and came back just in time for dinner. Everyone was there, so she wouldn't look embarrassed. She felt that she couldn't lose weight. Snack Street was a mistake.

After finishing homework, someone knocked on the door. Xu Jiao went to open the door sullenly. Song Qing stood at the door with her schoolbag still on. Her eyes flickered slightly, looking at the books spread out in the room.

"The butler said you came back early today?"

Xu Jiao nodded, "Didn't you say junk food is bad?"

Song Qing coughed, and her neck turned red, "I just said eat less, I didn't say I won't let you eat."

"I'm tired of eating anyway." Xu Jiao said indifferently, "What are you knocking on the door for?"

"Dinner is ready." Song Qing left this sentence and went back to her room, Xu Jiao let out an 'oh' to the air.

Before eating, Ms. Wu was unpacking the box, saying that it was sent from Xu Jiao's hometown, photos or something, Xu Jiao squatted beside her, staring at the stairs, for fear that Song Qing would come down.

"...you were so cute when you were young. Look at this photo. It must be a photo studio I found far away." Ms. Wu excitedly pointed at the photo album, which turned yellow.

"And this, you used to play with it when you were young. I used to have it too, but it was broken." Ms. Wu shook the rattle, Xu Jiao blushed, and resisted putting everything in.

Ms. Wu was so happy that she took out the apron that Xu Jiao wore when she was young, and gestured, "Is this what you wore when you were young? It looks much better than the one when I was young. My mother is reluctant to make one for me."

Xu Jiao turned her head and saw Song Qing changed clothes and got off, she hurried forward and snatched it, "It may be that someone else made a mistake."

Ms. Wu giggled, "Don't be shy, Song Qing also wore crotch pants when she was a child."

Song Qing looked over with a gloomy face, "It's different, I don't wear a red bellyband."

Xu Jiao opened her mouth to bite her, Song Qing snorted.

Ms. Wu waved her hand, "You can't say that. It's the custom in our place. Children wear red bellybands, and ghosts don't come in the middle of the night."

"Feudal superstition." Song Qing snorted immediately.

Xu Jiao put away everything, "I took it back to the room."

"Okay." Ms. Wu nodded and went to have dinner.

Song Qing watched her carry the box forward, and glanced at the coffee table where the box was just now, there was something on it, which fell down.

Looking at the kitchen, Ms. Wu was watching soup, Song Jie was sitting by the coffee table watching TV, suddenly felt a shadow around him, he half-opened his mouth and stared blankly, and saw his own sister Song Qing glanced at him , Five points for warning and five points for solemn warning.

Song Jie glanced at the photo she secretly took from her hand, opened his mouth wisely as if he didn't see it, and continued watching TV, changing the channel.

Father Song was not there again, Xu Jiao was bored and talked to Song Qing: "The school is holding a farewell party for the senior year, are you going to attend?"

Song Qing gave her a nonsense look, Xu Jiao smiled and said, "I'm not going to participate either, your class Miao Rui is looking for me today."

Ms. Wu interrupted them, "Really? Why don't you participate? To promote friendship among students, can parents go in?"

"It should be ok. I heard that the parents of the third year of high school are here."

Xu Jiao replied, and Ms. Wu patted her chest suddenly, "Forget it, I'm not going. I'm getting nervous since you're not in your third year of high school."

Song Qing looked at Xu Jiao and said what about you, Xu Jiao turned her head and couldn't see.

"However, Miao Rui is the art committee member and class monitor. Since you are being watched by her, you should prepare." Song Qing's tone was gloating, and Xu Jiao could hear it, "I won't go up and talk about cross talk."

"There is also cross talk." Ms. Wu was shocked, and now the child really knows how to play.

Sure enough, as Song Qing said, Miao Rui was chasing after her. Xu Jiao knew why Song Qing would know. Like Song Qing, who has no team spirit and is always the first, it is natural not to participate, and Miao Rui naturally pursued her like this pass her.

"...I won't participate, I don't know how to talk about cross talk."

Miao Rui sat across from Xu Jiao with the food, and gave her a chicken leg. Wu Niannian held the rice bowl and looked at the leg. Xu Jiao had no choice but to refuse her.

"Don't talk about cross talk, just dance."

"I can't even dance."

"It's okay, there's still time to learn."

"I'm going to study hard..."

"I'll help you with tutoring." Miao Rui patted her chest, "Although I'm not close to Song Qing and Li Zihao, I'm also the third person in the exam, so you can trust me to study."

Miao Rui was very happy, Song Qing rejected her, she had nothing wrong with her, Xu Jiao was different, so it is easy to handle things with more human weaknesses.

Wu Niannian looked at the two of them, and suddenly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the chicken leg.

Miao Rui looked at her in surprise, she puffed her cheeks, and smiled naively: "I'm very hungry recently."

The author has something to say: Until many years later, Miao Rui sighed and looked at the two people. At the beginning, she was miserable and begged Xu Jiao, but found that Song Qing's weakness was right in front of her eyes. If she had known earlier, she might be able to see Song Da stand-up

Gao Liang: Tomorrow Chapter 23 will be reversed, don't buy it if you've seen it! ! !Before, the update was always intermittent, but now the daily update has finally resumed, and tomorrow will be updated. I will try my best to finish writing before twelve o'clock. I bought medicine yesterday and found that there is no card at [-]. It is really too miserable. I don't want to I'm asking my parents for money, remember to come and see me tomorrow...

Gao Gaoliang: The next book is in advance!

"The ex-wife is always changing her personality [GL]"--chasing wife crematorium, no abuse!

I won't release the copy, it's too long...let's post it tomorrow