let loose

Jiang Zhou looked up at the wall clock on the wall. There were still ten minutes to go to class. He grabbed his hand, got up and left his seat with his schoolbag.

Song Mian didn't care about the phone, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to pull it, but the person walked too fast and didn't pull it, and her fingertips rubbed some fabric on the corner of the clothes.

"where are you going?"

he hurriedly said.

Jiang Zhou didn't return to him, and walked across the aisle to Zheng Qiran's seat.

Song Mian clicked his tongue and hurriedly followed.

"Brother Jiang? Are you... okay?"

The lunch break was not over yet, Zheng Qiran was woken up by a blunt sound, and in a daze, he saw Jiang Zhou put his schoolbag on his desk without saying a word, his face was displeased like a black-faced ghost, and he was frightened. He jumped, and the sentence "fuck you" came to his mouth and quickly stuck back in his throat, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"Change position." Jiang Zhou took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to him, then lowered his eyelashes and looked at the table, with a cold voice: "You go to my place."

"What's the matter, change the position?"

Zheng Qiran was confused, and honestly took the tissue from Jiang Zhou and wiped the corners of his mouth embarrassedly.

"No reason." Jiang Zhou said, "Go and sit with Song Mian."

"No."

Before Zheng Qiran could respond, Song Mian, who happened to come over and heard the second half of the sentence, immediately refused.

Jiang Zhouquan pretended not to hear or look at him, and rapped his fingers on the table twice to express his urging.

"What are you doing?" Song Mian felt helpless, and for the first time realized that Jiang Zhou was a little childish.Changing seats after a quarrel, carrying a schoolbag like an angry daughter-in-law running away from home, although childish and cute, but it is not advisable to run away at every turn.

He raised his hand to grab the schoolbag on the table, but he didn't pull it with all his strength, and was pressed hard by Jiang Zhou's hand on it.

He felt like a kid who humbly coaxed his tantrum wife to come home, the kind who was spoiled too much, and kept lowering his posture to coax him: "I made a mistake, can I apologize, I'm sorry, if there is a problem, let's solve it ourselves, okay? You don't go."

He softened his voice, and his tone seemed aggrieved for no reason.Jiang Zhou frowned, froze and remained silent.

Zheng Qiran was still out of the situation in a daze, staring at the two of them, yawning from time to time.

The movement on their side was not too big, but it also alarmed the students who were nearby, and several pairs of eyes were looking at this side at the same time.

After a moment of stalemate, Jiang Zhou moved. He pushed his schoolbag aside, sat down in the empty seat next to Zheng Qiran and stopped moving.

"What are you two doing?"

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Chu Qingci stretched his neck and said in doubt.

Lin Pingping saw that Jiang Zhou's face was really not good, and he was a little bit angry, so he pointed the breakthrough point at Song Mian, who seemed not so angry relatively: "Brother Song, what's the matter, you two are... having a conflict ?”

Recently, Song Mian and Jiang Zhou are obviously close, and they have already adapted to this inexplicable closeness.Now one of them suddenly wanted to switch seats, with such a firm attitude, it could only be that there was a conflict between the two, and the conflict was not small.

"No."

Song Mian gritted her teeth, put one hand on Zheng Qiran's arm, and stared at him with a look that would kill you if you had no eyesight.

Zheng Qiran shrank his neck uncomfortably, his scalp numb from being stared at: "Brother, if you have something to say..."

"Go and sit with me." Song Mian raised her chin: "I'll change seats with you."

"Oh, I..."

"No."

Before Zheng Qiran could finish speaking, Jiang Zhou took the conversation away.

"Hurry up and change."

Song Mian pressed Zheng Qiran's left shoulder, impatient to be urged.

"Not allowed to change."

Jiang Zhou held Zheng Qiran's other arm firmly.

Zheng Qiran: "..."

"How about I wait until you two have discussed it before moving?"

Zheng Qiran clicked his tongue and simply did not move.

Lin Pingping was very happy to watch the play, and said with a smile, "Why don't you two go outside to fight, it just so happens that today is sunny outside, many people are drying themselves in the corridor, and there are also audiences, whoever wins will listen to whoever wins?"

"Or just beat up Zheng Qiran?" Tian Xin parted his heart from his busy schoolwork: "You guys go up together and beat up until you're out of breath."

"Fuck, what about human nature? Listen to what this is saying, she's a cute girl with such a poisonous heart." Zheng Qiran pointed to Tian Xin who was trembling with laughter, and then waved his hands left and right: "Don't change it. , resolutely do not change."

He twisted his body a few times, freed his shoulders from Song Mian's hands, and folded his hands together in a reverent gesture: "I said two gentlemen, you two quarrel, you two quarrel, and husband and wife quarrel even at the end of the bed. You two are at the same table. It’s been a year, we’ve been fighting each other and shaking hands to make peace, what am I doing here? You said you two put me in the middle, why, treat me like an Oreo?”

"That's definitely not," Chu Qingci Youzai Youzai watched the show, "Oreo is a white heart, you are so dark that you can't find it."

"Go away!"

Several people laughed and made a fuss, and the bell rang for class soon, Song Mian looked at Jiang Zhou, and tugged at the corner of his school uniform: "Brother, class is over, don't go back."

Jiang Zhou lowered his head, didn't lift his eyelids when he heard the words, and remained silent.

Song Mian was completely out of control, the angry Jiang Zhou was as stubborn as a donkey, and ten more Song Mian might not be able to turn back.He frowned and bit his lower lip, his hand that slipped from the corner of his clothes loosely clenched into a fist.

He originally thought that Jiang Zhou was only in a fit of anger for a while, and he would recover soon, so he could wait.

As a result, he waited until school was over in the afternoon, and Jiang Zhou left directly after class, without even looking at him.

On the Friday of the second year of high school, Tan Jun did not go to evening self-study, and Tan Jun sent a message in the QQ group, saying that he would go to the next door Shengguang for training today.Seeing that they will be in the league in less than two days, a group of "cold three heroes" have been training intensively in the past two weeks. The basketball courts of the gymnasiums of the two schools have taken turns adapting to the finals.

Song Mian ignored the series of crazy Aites in the group, and put on his shoulders.

In the complex building, the third year of high school ended in the morning, and the whole building was relatively empty in the afternoon.Feeling hot after walking in a hurry, Song Mian unzipped the zipper of her school uniform. The clothes were already too big, and they were half-dressed and half-naked and collapsed on her body.

He had just climbed the stairs, intending to wait for the rabbit at the door, but he didn't wait for the rabbit, but ran into a tall man at the door.

It was a middle-aged man about 40 years old. He was tall, with well-combed hair and a meticulously tied tie. He was wearing a silver-gray high-tailored suit to complement his tall and straight figure, showing his aggressive and powerful aura. His eyebrows were slightly sharp. A serious look.

Song Mian took a look at the other party, and out of face-to-face politeness, she nodded slightly as a greeting.Unexpectedly, the other party didn't appreciate it, and swept his whole body up and down with a sullen face, and finally let out a "hum" from his nasal cavity, as if disdainful, and stared at him firmly.