Long Island High School

Cheng Jiajia's young lady lost her temper, and the war with Han Lin was fought from Monday to Friday. During this period, the undercurrent was raging. You come and go, and the scope is extremely wide.She didn't even look at Han Lin when she came home from the holiday on Friday, and got into her father's car with her bag on her back.

It's really showing the style of a young lady, showing the posture of "you've offended me".Before Han Lin said anything, You Xing called out, "Huh? Cheng Jiajia isn't going with you?"

Han Lin said: "Who stipulated that we must go together?"

You Xing said: "No, you usually fight fiercely, don't you focus on Mengmeng?"

Han Lin smiled and made no comment.

You Xing put his arms around He Wenzhou's shoulder again: "Go to my house to play games?"

He Wenzhou stared at Song Jing who hadn't left yet: "Your skin is itchy again, don't be afraid that my aunt will beat you."

"Your uncle said, two hours of game time a week, the young master still has this little freedom!"

"Go away, I'm not free."

Song Jing finished cleaning and walked to the back blackboard.He Wenzhou followed closely.He didn't blink a moment ago, for fear that Song Jing would leave just like that.

really……

The two seem to have a tacit understanding, even if they are forced to cooperate, they must continue to cooperate.In the game of four people, one Cheng Jia was gone, but Han Lin ignored it.He has to be intimate with Song Jing to provoke the leader.

He thought he was intimate, but Song Jing didn't think so.Song Jing was diligently writing poems on the back blackboard. Looking back, He Wenzhou bit his pencil and smiled at him, wondering what he was messing around with again.

The little cooperation time every day was wasted by him sneakily.He euphemistically said, you just write, I will paint, and finally ensure that the task is completed beautifully.

Han Lin wrote something on her seat and didn't bother them.

After Song Jing finished copying a chapter of Peach Blossom Spring, he kicked He Wenzhou's rotten table leg.

"It's your turn."

The icy and cool sound seems to be a glass of smoothie in summer forever, and it tastes sweet after knowing it.

He Wenzhou was startled, and hastily stuffed the graffiti toilet paper into the table hole, and walked over with a smile: "What are you doing when you go home later?"

"None of your business."

"I'll take you back."

"Need not."

"Will you go to the school basketball game?"

"No time to."

He Wenzhou sighed: "I will play."

We must know that when the school grass of the man of the hour comes out, almost all the girls in the school will be mobilized.But Song Jing remained indifferent: "Do the question."

"what?"

Song Jing glanced at him lightly, and the corners of Danfeng's eyes twitched slightly: "Do the question, I want to prepare for the competition."

After getting along with this shameless person for a long time, you have to say a few words to him.

He Wenzhou tormented him: "Just for a while, next Friday at the school's basketball hall."

Song Jing ignored him.

He Wenzhou thought he agreed: "I'll wait for you, see you soon."

Song Jing didn't make a sound, packed up his things and left.

He Wenzhou quickly settled his part, pulled out the toilet paper from the hole in the table and retreated.

The classroom was empty, and Han Lin hadn't left yet.

He called out to her, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Han Lin raised the diary of the week in her hand: "Help her finish copying."

He Wenzhou laughed loudly: "It turns out that you good students also copied."

Han Lin was noncommittal, he looked at his watch, and ran after Song Jing.

At the off-campus bus stop, Song Jing was about to get on the bus when He Wenzhou slapped the window.

Song Jing: "?"

He Wenzhou gave him the toilet paper while riding his bicycle: "Today's."

"what?"

The boy waved his hand smartly outside the car window: "Every day!"

Song Jing unfolded the straw paper suspiciously, and when he took a closer look, it was a portrait of himself.His brushstrokes are rough and scribbled, like ghosts and symbols, but the expression of frowning and contemplating has the charm of a living person, capturing his every frown and smile vividly.

Song Jing didn't know what it was like, it was very complicated.

He himself didn't know when he smiled, or it couldn't be called a smile, but the corners of his brows were stretched unconsciously by the sun, making him look relaxed and comfortable.

He drew two himself with different expressions, and wanted to continue drawing, but was interrupted, and the strokes were broken on the draft paper...

Song Jing crumpled the toilet paper in his hands, and was about to throw it out of the car window.

After a pause, he took the toilet paper back and held it in his hand again.His long eyelashes drooped and fluttered, and he didn't speak any more.

What happened to the straw paper in the end, no one knows.

Because the next day, He Wenzhou's drawing arrived again, and he went out to throw out the trash, and He Wenzhou blocked the alleyway of his house.

"what's up?"

He Wenzhou took out a drawing from behind and handed it to him: "Going to play?"

"Don't go."

"Aren't you bored at home?"

"It's up to you...don't come here again."

He frowned fiercely, berating him for his faux pas.He Wenzhou was smug, "There's a basketball court near here, let's go play together."

"Don't go!"

He shook off the demon's hand and went home with a cold face.

He Wenzhou came all the way, with nothing to do, so he could only go home.

From then on, he sent one manuscript a day, rain or shine, to Song Jing.Every picture is of Song Jing, with profiles, backs, details of fingers, and a small section of shining neck. He wears glasses, he has a cold face, he is calm, and he is smiling... The ever-changing Song Jing, the ever-changing manuscripts were sent to Song Jing one by one.Sometimes he gave it himself, sometimes someone else gave it to him, and sometimes it suddenly appeared on his desk, in his schoolbag, and between the books. The ubiquitous manuscripts, the ubiquitous He Wenzhou, almost drowned him.

It is true that his painting is not bad, not only good, but also has his own vigorous and realistic style, which depicts his expressions and movements vividly.Occasionally, when the time is short, I will draw a few scribbled strokes, and just a few strokes are enough to outline some amazing details, which makes people can't help but say hello.

Song Jing couldn't bear the disturbance.

The drawings piled up more and more, one sheet a day, and he threw it in the table hole to collect dust.

During class, sitting there, he would also feel a gaze behind him, watching him all the time, licking his skin from head to toe.

I don't know where he will draw himself again today.

This feeling is too complicated.

Itchy and annoying, like sitting on pins and needles.

He was annoyed, and when he was handing in the test paper, he glanced at He Wenzhou by accident. Sure enough, that guy's fiery eyes were fixed on him, staring at him fiercely, with a shameless frankness.Seeing him look over, the guy showed a big smile, dazzling brightly.Not only that, but while he was turning around, he greedily added a few strokes while looking at it.

This bastard.

After school, He Wenzhou and Gao Yang squatted at the door to smoke.Two scum from the world blocked the door, and no one wanted to provoke them.Song Jing walked over, but He Wenzhou was still squatting there.

Gao Yang was playing with the new game console in his hand, cursing and fucking while smoking a cigarette. This game console was given by He Wenzhou, and his family always had this new foreign product.He Wenzhou puffed at the sky, looking bored, not knowing what he was thinking.

Two big smoke pipes made the hallway look like fairyland, and they still squatted there calmly.

Song Jing looked at the feet with no gaps, and was really tired of people like He Wenzhou Gaoyang.

In the past few days, the hazy affection for He Wenzhou disappeared along with the rising smoke and his sluggish sitting posture.

He turned and headed for the back door.

And He Wenzhou seemed to have seen him, and immediately got up and stopped him with a smile.

Song Jing frowned and took a step back, wishing to be far away from him.

He Wenzhou patted the soot on his body indifferently, and took out the manuscript behind him.

"today's."

Song Jing refused.

He Wenzhou said: "Open it and have a look, throw it away if you don't like it."

Song Jing hadn't moved yet, he stuffed the manuscript into Song Jing's arms, squatted back and swallowed the clouds.

Song Jing looked into his bosom, and saw a delicate and exquisite earlobe painted on it, which was almost transparent, and even the fluff on the earlobe seemed to be fully exposed in the sun.Although it is a serious earlobe, there is some erotic atmosphere for no reason.

And in the bottom corner, a kawaii Q version of the head portrait was drawn, Xiao Songjing was crying with a runny nose, begging him to accept this painting...

Song Jing's face was white and red, and he didn't know what expression to make, he was ashamed and annoyed, and finally even his real earlobe was red with anger.