The whole school is waiting for my confession

During his evening self-study, Liu Bufan accepted Jiang Qingyan's order and went to the third year of high school to find the culprit.

As a result, he didn't come to school at all. According to people in the class, after being punished last time, Ye Yang didn't come for several days.

Liu Bufan asked for Ye Yang's contact information again and again.

The first sentence the other party said after passing a friend was: "Haha."

"Hah, your mother!" Liu Bufan went all out to unleash the Zu'an skills he had acquired in ten years of cultivation, but was stopped by Jiang Qingyan.

"It's meaningless, wouldn't you do the same thing as him if you scolded him?" Jiang Qingyan said.

Liu Bufan slowly deleted the words in the typing box, because my consciousness was low.

"It's not painful to scold him."

Jiang Qingyan said, "It's better to just block the door of his house."

Liu Bufan picked up his schoolbag: "OK!"

Jiang Qingyan stood still: "You really believe it."

Liu Bufan was confused: "Then what should we do?"

Jiang Qingyan said: "Ask him why he posted this post."

The other party replied in seconds: "What post? I don't know."

After reading this reply, Jiang Qingyan's expression remained unchanged: "Pretending to be stupid? Then there is no need to communicate."

Liu Bufan was puzzled: "This grandson is so ignorant, how can we take care of him?"

He encouraged the boys in the back row.

Jiang Qingyan: "...we are the flowers of the motherland that convince people with virtue, don't shout and kill all day long."

Jiang Qingyan was doing the questions while chatting, achieving a real balance between work and rest.

"Besides, you are so active in fighting the five scum, you can only be a cheerleader."

Although Liu Bufan is weak, he also has the heart of a hot-blooded boy.He can't wait to open his eyes one day, and the days of doing homework every day will become a real version of a passionate high school.

Even if he wasn't Shun Oguri who walks with his hair on his back, it would be a great honor to be the little boy in the back row holding an umbrella.

And Jiang Qingyan used to have this kind of demeanor, but now after being assimilated by Bai Juan, Jiang Qingyan, who is diligently doing homework every day, has nothing to do with rebellion at first glance.

Jiang Qingyan continued: "He doesn't admit that he posted the post, so there is nothing we can do about it."

"Similarly, I don't admit that this post is about me, so that's fine." It's shameful to have a thick skin, but it really helps.

Liu Bufan tried to wake him up: "How can you swallow this breath? You are Jiang Qingyan! It's only reasonable to be happy and enmity."

Jiang Qingyan moved her hand, and the knuckles of her fingers creaked: "You're right, it's very reasonable, let's start from the nearest one! Have you deleted that post?"

Thinking of how many people saw that kind of ugly picture gave him a headache. Waiting for everyone to get out of school, the spread will be wider, and the damage to his image will be even worse.

"If you have something to say, I will not delete the post. This is the source of my happiness this semester."

Jiang Qingyan's fist hardened again.

"Wait, that despicable guy, Brother Yan, took the initiative to send a message."

"say what?"

"Please ask me, and I will clarify for you."

Jiang Qingyan: "You're still slapping your face, just delete him." Jiang Qingyan's heart is magnanimous.

The mentality of people like Ye Yang can be understood, it's nothing more than envy, jealousy and hatred, but he feels incapable, so he hides in the gutter and uses some tricks.

If you follow him, then you will really follow his intention of gaining attention.

What's more, once this kind of rumor spreads, it will plant a seed of doubt. People who believe in it don't need it to prove it, and people who don't believe it can list hundreds of reasons.

Jiang Qingyan is not the kind of person who likes to explain.

"Wait, send him a sentence before deleting 'Everyone seems to pay attention to me, thank you.'"

Until the end, no one knows what kind of wonderful development will happen.

*

Bai Juan rarely had insomnia, he picked up his phone, but he didn't know what else to do.

He doesn't understand fashion, and the only hot spots he watches are news broadcasts; he doesn't know how to play games, so opening his mouth is a disappointment.

It's like he clicked on the social software and watched the fast-rolling news in the group, but he couldn't participate in the topic.

Bai Juan often feels that he is a very boring person.

There is no teacher in this class group, so everyone has no taboos, and some even hand out homework answers.

Perhaps it was because he had never spoken before, and his classmates also agreed that Bai Juan did not exist, and some people posted "You are about to be sanctioned by Baishen.jpg", which made Bai Juan smile knowingly.

After three or two sentences, the news circled back to the man of the hour "Jiang Qingyan".

After all, this matter is still on the cusp, and because of its delicate nature, no one commented much, but Bai Juan followed the link in the group and clicked into the post.

Top secret pictures?

Bai Juan was aroused curiosity.

When he saw the true face of this picture, Bai Juan's joy blossomed: Jiang Qingyan's childhood photos are so cute.

Unlike Jiang Qingyan, who is always black-faced and cool now, when Xiao Jiang was a child, the baby fat on his face made him look like a grandma even pretending to be cool, making people suspect that he would take out a toy in the next second.

The person who posted the post saw the enthusiastic response, and added a few emoticons in the follow-up. Bai Juan thought that the person who posted it should be Liu Bufan.

Maybe it's near the end of the term and it's the weekend, so everyone is extraordinarily leisurely.

More posts just kept popping up.

Different from this wonderful post, there is a genuine photo building built opposite, which are all taken by classmates either by accident or on purpose: some are group photos with classmates, and some pixels are blurred like a mosaic.

There is a sophomore in the photography association who seems to have admired Jiang Qingyan for a long time. She posted many high-definition large pictures at one time, covering everything from the stadium to the classroom, the way after school to the wandering street corner, it is like It's the idiot chasing after him to take pictures.

Most of the pictures were taken at the stadium. At that time, Jiang Qingyan was in high spirits, full of the vitality and confidence of a teenager boy, and when he lifted the corner of his clothes to wipe his sweat, he showed his strong abdominal muscles.

There is also a picture of Jiang Qingyan sitting alone in an empty classroom in a daze when he was punished to be on duty, his eyes are empty, and the blood-stained sun behind him outlines his handsome profile, as indifferent as if he has nothing to do with the world.

There is also a picture of him doing a self-criticism in the lecture hall last time, his expression is loose, with a kind of dismissive ease.

In almost every picture, Jiang Qingyan's appearance is different, and it is difficult to tell which one is the real him.

Bai Juan swiped down, and was attracted by a picture.

This picture was probably taken at the beginning of school. Jiang Qingyan was holding a bag in one hand, wearing earphones in the crowded crowd, staring directly at the camera with a half-frowned expression, with a silent and indifferent look.

The people around him were accompanied by their parents, and he was tall, making him more conspicuous when he walked alone, lonely and quiet.

The reason why Bai Juan noticed this picture was because he found himself in it.

In the corner of the photo, Bai Juan is holding a pile of books.The photo didn't focus on him, so his face was blurred and became Jiang Qingyan's ordinary background board.

Jiang Qingyan seems to have an innate ability to attract attention and make people curious about him. As long as he stays in the same picture with him, the light will be sucked away by Jiang Qingyan alone.

Maybe that's why some people feel jealous of him.

Bai Juan was still thinking wildly, when Jiang Qingyan's message popped up: "Haven't slept yet?"

Bai Juan suspected that Jiang Qingyan's eyes turned the phone camera into something: "How do you know?"

Jiang: "I'm just trying my luck."

Bai: "You are so lucky."

Jiang: "What are you doing?"

Bai Juan hesitated for a long time, but didn't type out the sentence that he was looking at you, and changed it to: "I'm getting sleepy."

Jiang: "Haven't read the gift I gave you yet."

Bai: "No, how do you know?"

Jiang: "Because if you read it, it must be another reaction."

Bai Juan was very curious. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, it was still very difficult to get out of bed.Bai Juan quickly took the box from the desk, sat on the bed and carefully tore it apart along the tape.

Bai Juan unpacked and folded the wrapping paper, and slowly opened the box.

This box is very big, but the book inside is not big. The cover is made of soft kraft paper. After opening, the title page is written in Jiang Qingyan's handwriting.

"Bai tired, happy every day."

Bai Juan's heart was beating extremely fast, he turned a few pages, and felt the heartbeat in his chest was even more deafening.

The white sketch paper is full of drawings, and there are other papers sandwiched between them. Every drawing is done with great care.

Similar to the photos Bai Juan just saw in Jiang Qingyan's post.In the photo, the person taking the photo regards Jiang Qingyan as the absolute protagonist, and every composition, light and shadow highlights his own atmosphere and characteristics.

As for the paintings in Bai Juan's hands, there is only one protagonist on each page, and that is Bai Juan himself.

All the lines are to highlight such a person.

But compared to what was recorded with a camera, Jiang Qingyan’s observation with his naked eyes inevitably added artificial filters. It may not be realistic, but it is extraordinarily moving. Come.

This kind of intention was even heavier, and Bai Juan couldn't lift his hands under the pressure.

Frankly speaking, Bai Juan was a little surprised.

If those photos are already the result of a lot of effort by the photographer, how much effort did Jiang Qingyan put in to draw them?

Bai Juan flipped through one by one, and these paintings also have one thing in common, that is, he is smiling in each painting.

Bai Juan never knew that he loves to laugh so much.

Under the moonlight, when looking back; the moment when the first snow falls on the palm of your hand, the moment when the light is focused on yourself; when you get inspired by doing a problem...

Although the smiles were different, the warmth at that moment was real.

And when these moments happened, Jiang Qingyan was right in front of her.

Bai Juan turned to the last page, and Jiang Qingyan wrote: "I haven't given it to you for a long time, because I am not satisfied after drawing a lot, but I have drawn all the paintings. I feel that I am at a loss if I don't show you, so I just give it to you." You. I decided to win by quantity."

The phone ding-dong, and Jiang Qingyan's message popped up again: "Do you like it?"

Jiang Qingyan posted again: "Do you still dare to say that you don't like it now?"

These two consecutive questions were twitchy and direct, Bai Juan closed the book, and quietly placed it on the locked side of the bedside table, next to his diary.