I took this hole

With hot breath, Du Jing couldn't help shrinking into his arms: "..."

Jiang Cheng wrapped the man in his coat and started on the road again. After riding for about 200 meters, he heard a voice coming from his arms——

"...I'm not a girl."

"..."

Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly darkened, but he heard another sentence from the other party——

"So you can't treat me like coaxing a little girl. Touching my head and ah Jing..."

"..."

This time it was Jiang Cheng's turn to look down at the boy's hair and go silent.

...Du Jing, should I say you are sensitive or dull?

……

Seeing that there were less than 700 meters left to the school gate, Jiang Cheng's car turned around and turned into a nearby alley.

After turning a corner and riding straight for another 800 meters, the car stopped, and Jiang Cheng glanced at the clean breakfast shop in front of him with some complacency, then lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.

At this time Du Jing was soundly asleep.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help laughing. He really didn't expect that this person could fall asleep sitting on a horizontal bar. It seemed that he was really sleepy.

"Du Jing, get up and eat."

Du Jing didn't respond at first, until Jiang Cheng gently picked the tip of his ear with a smile, then woke up rubbing his eyes——

"Woo... where is this?"

——with a confused expression of "Where is this being sold?"

"It's still early, I'll take you to breakfast."

Jiang Cheng simply hugged the man off the horizontal bar, but this action immediately attracted strange looks from the people in the store.

Jiang Cheng frowned lightly, and finally put Du Jing, who was unconscious, on the ground, resisting the urge to rub his dull hair, "It's time for breakfast, Ah Jing."

This title is obviously much more useful than the previous full name. Du Jing froze like a conditioned reflex, and then slowly began to wake up.

When Du Jing fully recovered his thinking ability and looked at the breakfast shop curiously and uncomfortably, there was already a table for breakfast called by Jiang Cheng.

"Why, why are you calling so many?"

Du Jing was dumbfounded looking at the breakfast, which wasn't considered rich but already had too many varieties to be seen.

"I only ordered a small dish of each, you can try them all and see which flavors you like better."

Du Jingting nodded, but his eyes were already lit up - it was obvious that the small snacks and buns on the table had already drawn out his foodie nature.

"Woo...it's really delicious...how come I've never heard of this restaurant before?"

Jiang Cheng smiled, "It's an old store, and I didn't make any effort to promote it, and the location is a little bit off....Nowadays, this materialistic desire is the best, and the smell of wine is afraid of deep alleys."

Du Jing bulged his cheeks like a little hamster hiding food, paused his chewing action, and then speeded up. After swallowing the food, he bent his eyes and smiled at Jiang Cheng who was sitting opposite him: "...what do you mean? You are so old-fashioned, are all the kids who go to school in big cities like you?"

Jiang Cheng was really taken aback for a moment, but before he could answer, he heard an unfriendly voice behind him——

"Just now I thought I was reading it wrong, but I didn't expect it to be you—!"

The man was standing obliquely behind Jiangcheng, so Du Jing saw it as soon as he raised his eyes, but his expression changed just at this glance.

——The man's face was swollen and bruised, and most of his face was swollen like a pig's head. It was none other than the gangster who was severely beaten by Jiang Cheng yesterday.

It's just different from yesterday. Today, there are a few vicious men standing back and forth beside him. This is the fundamental reason why Du Jing's face changed.

Jiang Cheng didn't even turn his face - just by hearing the voice of the person who spoke and the sound of approaching footsteps, he could probably know the identity of the person and the number of people who came.

It's just that there is no trace of worry in his expression. If you observe carefully, you can only see a little bit of vague impatience between his brows.

And Jiang Cheng's mood at the moment is indeed a little impatient - it was a good time for the two of them to have breakfast together, but because of a group of blind and irrelevant people had to stop halfway, it's no wonder he was impatient.

"You're the one—"

"Who are you working on?"

It seemed that the gangster at the head was interrupted by Jiang Cheng's unsteady voice before he could speak half a sentence. The man choked, rolled his eyes and was about to go up to pick him up, but was nailed down by Jiang Cheng's next sentence. Arrived at the place——

"Li, Song, or Wu?"

After the gangster came to his senses, he was already covered in cold sweat, and then he got rid of the misleading statement of "just a high school student who doesn't know what to do and who happens to have good skills" from his subordinates who had complained before, and looked him up again.

This glance made him tremble even more, and he would not be so unlucky if he cursed secretly, but seeing the back of Jiang Cheng who was sitting there motionless, and the ups and downs of emotions that have not been seen so far Don't be surprised, he already believes eight out of ten in his heart.

The last bit of reluctance made him bite the bullet and turn to the two people's table with a bowed waist, suppressing his worries and opening his mouth: "Excuse me, what is your name?"

As soon as he entered the store, the gangster with a face full of scorn and condescension seemed to be nodding and bowing in front of a boy who looked like an ordinary high school student. The guests looked over curiously.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the man lightly, then lowered his hand and nodded three times on the wooden table for dining.

The hunched man was stunned for a moment, then as if he had figured something out, his expression changed drastically, he straightened up, turned around, and slapped the hand next to him with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"You bastard! You're causing trouble for Boss Song! You haven't gotten out of here—"

"Okay." This obvious and exaggerated act made Jiang Cheng's brows slightly frowned, "Speak up for Mr. Song, I accept his favor."

As soon as the words fell, the expression on the bastard's face was obviously relieved, he responded respectfully, turned around and left, the speed seemed to wish he could fly out.

After leaving the shop and walking several tens of meters, the gangster covered his face and asked in panic, "Brother Hang, what is the identity of that high school student?"

The leader of the gangster had a very bad expression: "... I don't know."

"--have no idea?"

The one who was beaten looked dazed and surprised.

"..."

The leader of the man stopped walking, turned around and glanced at the subordinates who had the same puzzled face behind him, and then turned to that pig-like face, "I'll teach you to be good today—some things are like a well, you'd better Don’t know, you can throw it in if you know it—I don’t know the exact identity of the one sitting inside, but I know the depth of this well, which can allow all of us, including Brother Song, to fall into it , and it’s the kind that can’t be crawled out for a lifetime!...Understood?”

After speaking, the man wanted to turn around angrily, but stopped halfway around, and looked at the pig's face with complicated eyes: "...Did he hit this?"

"Um……"

The bastard nodded.

"——What is the gap..." The man sighed and turned around, "The gap is that in the eyes of other people, it is your honor that some people can slap you. ... This gap is just like ours. If you are virtuous, you will never be able to catch up in your life.”

……

But at this time in the breakfast shop, facing the silence of the room and those vague prying eyes, Jiang Cheng remained indifferent. He raised his hand with a smile, and rubbed the dull hair on the top of Du Jing's head across the table— —

"I have to go to morning class after eating. It's okay, I was fooled by him just now."

007

...Jiangcheng had a very depressing day.

It's nothing but the way Du Jing looked at him.

——The child hadn't learned to hide his emotions yet, he was in class, and suddenly glanced over, but when Jiang Cheng turned to look at him, he turned back again.

After repeating these few lessons, Jiang Cheng felt that he was going to make the child so angry that his teeth hurt.

——If this is placed on Jiang Nan, hehe...

Jiang Cheng smiled like the sun was shining outside, but it just made people have goosebumps all over his body.

Hundreds of miles away, Jiang Nan sneezed three times in a row, looked around inexplicably, and muttered: "It's weird, why do I feel the coldness on the back of my neck..."

However, in the classroom of Class [-] of Luocheng No. [-] Middle School, Jiang Cheng faced Du Jing's side face which turned back again, and could only swallow the discomfort silently.

……

This afternoon, it was the monthly exam for the first grade of high school, and there was no seat arrangement, so they stayed in their own seats, put the books under the table, and handed out the papers for each person to do the questions.

Jiang Cheng stared at the paper in front of him without saying a word.

According to his original intention of returning to Los Angeles, he should hand in the clean paper in front of him.

He's not interested in getting angry with anyone, but his only hope has been trampled into the dust by them, so it's better to tear his face apart—if the predictable college entrance examination results are terrible, see if they still insist on not letting him go abroad.

It's just... It's rare that I don't want the good student next to me to waste his time - after all, that handwritten and highlighted note has long been placed on his desk. If he really handed in a blank paper, the child will probably be angry for a day don't talk to him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and picked up the pen beside him.

……

By the time of the last exam, it was almost evening, and the whole classroom was rarely quiet, only the sound of the pen tip on the paper and the occasional sound of the paper being flipped.

Stopped writing, Jiang Cheng looked up at the green at dusk outside the window, paused, picked up the paper and stood up,