Long Island High School

After school started, Song Jing returned to her previous life as she wished.He Wenzhou never came to him again.

He Wenzhou seemed to have caught a cold. He had a fever on the first day of his stay. The fever made him feel dizzy and curled up on the table to sleep.He became so obedient all of a sudden, which many people didn't expect.Even Liu Pei said when he saw it, let him go back to rest and come back after recovering from his illness.However, he never went back, he was just mentally weak and uncomfortable.

Song Jing was just two rows of tables in front of him, not far away, and there was no movement behind him.When collecting weekly diaries for evening self-study, He Wenzhou was lying on the table with his head buried between his arms, airtight and invisible, like a kitten.

You Xing was at the same table with him, handed over his notebook, and said, "Why don't he forget it, he really doesn't have the strength to write that."

He Wenzhou really caught a cold, and the breath he exhaled was hot.Song Jing didn't say anything, and handed in all the weekly diaries.

The next day, when He Wenzhou came, his nose was still buzzing.A person walked along the tree-lined road with no expression on his face, and he was quite strong.

In the afternoon, when the snow began to fall, the classroom was full of chaos.Usually at this time, He Wenzhou would come to play around, pushing Song Jing away from the same table, or just squatting in front of him, resting his chin on the edge of the table, clinging endlessly like a dog.

But this afternoon was different. He Wenzhou flipped through the book, as if he knew how to improve, he frowned and read the mathematical formula over and over again.Although the formula knows him, he doesn't know the formula, but he has to watch it even if he dies.

After reading it, take this exercise book to do the questions.

His father forced him to come to this public school for the sake of official reputation.He has been here for almost two years, and he seldom touches books.Now start teaching yourself.

He worked hard for two days, but his cold never got better.The voice is hoarse, but the person is quiet.

After the early self-study, the sky began to snow again.The snow ideas flew and fell, and everyone ran out to watch the snow.

He Wenzhou suddenly stood up and ran downstairs.

He and Song Jing hadn't met or talked these days, and he never came to bother him again.

While Song Jing was clean, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

He watched He Wenzhou run down. The big tall man had a cold and didn't wear his coat, and he walked through the square in the wind and snow.

In front of the rostrum, he slowly lowered the national flag against the wind and snow alone. When the flag was about to be collected, a gust of wind blew over. He shivered from the cold, and the whole flag flew into his face.

In the empty square, only he and the flag were busy, and no one came to help him.Xue Dianzi rolled up and threw herself on the steps, looking extremely lonely.

Many people stood on the corridor railing, watching his jokes.

The boy finally pulled the flag off, holding the flag in one hand and tying the rope with the other.After finally tidying up, he hurriedly ran to the teaching building with the flag in his arms.

After running for a few steps, he suddenly raised his head, and his deep gaze met Song Jing like arrow clusters through the height of several floors, and all the sadness, annoyance, and complaints in it were poured out to him.

Song Jinggang didn't stand at the railing for long, when he happened to catch him.That gaze stared at him for a while, then smiled slightly, looking at him tenderly and affectionately.

In full view of everyone, he stared at him like this, Song Jing's heart beat fast for no reason, and he hurriedly dodged back.

He Wenzhou came upstairs holding the flag.

Then the two lost contact again, Song Jing really didn't know why he panicked, why he jumped, he refused very well and had no reason to feel guilty, but it just seemed like he owed him, He Wenzhou's every move fell to him in the eyes.

A week passed quickly.

It was a weekend holiday, Song Jing still finished cleaning and was the last one to leave.When he arrived at the school gate, several strangers from senior grades stopped him.

"Student, I need you to do something."

"doing what?"

They hugged Song Jing's shoulders: "Come and talk!"

Song Jing pushed them away, still standing there: "I don't know you."

A leading senior student sneered: "If you come with us, you'll get to know each other!"

When there were security guards at the school gate and the reception room, they dared to argue with Song Jing.The people in the security room saw that it was freezing outside, so they didn't want to go out, so they watched a stove to eat melon seeds.

Song Jing was dragged and dragged for a few meters, his face turned red with anger.He was about to clenched his fist and punched it.An arm from behind pulled him back with great strength, and He Wenzhou kicked the ass of the person beside him.

"Fuck, who the fuck is that?"

He Wenzhou said coldly, "If you don't want to cause trouble, get out."

These senior students knew He Wenzhou, but unfortunately they were not afraid of him.

"Who did I say, He Wenzhou?"

"Doesn't your girlfriend adore him?"

"Him? An ignorant chick? My mother's girlfriend adores him, how do you know?"

He Wenzhou didn't listen to their farts: "Would you let our classmates go over?"

The senior student said: "If I don't let it go."

He Wenzhou said: "There is a way not to let go."

The people in the security room didn't pay attention, and a fight broke out at the school gate.

Three senior students beat He Wenzhou alone, fisting and kicking, and the fight was in full swing.He Wenzhou didn't want to suffer, but he didn't get any advantage.The corner of his mouth was bleeding from the beating, and the boy behind him carrying his schoolbag paled and entered the security room: "Shall I beg you to call 110?"

The people in the security room were all ready to go to quell the chaos.

This farce was calmed down by the adults within 10 minutes.He Wenzhou picked up the clothes on the ground in embarrassment, took Song Jing's arm, and led him angrily to the bus stop.

Beads of blood popped from the corner of his mouth, and he was beaten several times on his forehead. Song Jing frowned and looked at him: "Go to the hospital."

He Wenzhou didn't care: "It's okay, I'll go to my aunt's."

So the two of them didn't have anything to say.

We waited for several buses together, but the one at Xishikou never came.Song Jing was in a daze, why did He Wenzhou appear here, and how long has he followed him all the way?

The two made eye contact, and He Wenzhou said at the same time, "You..."

The tall and big boy was injured, grinning in pain, with a full head covered, guarding his side like a lone hero.

Suddenly the hero said in a low voice: "I feel so uncomfortable..."

Song Jing felt nervous.

"You rejected me, I feel so bad. I want to forget you, but I can't."

He Wenzhou turned his head to look at him, and the heavy pain seemed to overwhelm him: "Let me like you, it's okay if you don't like me, I won't appear in front of you in the future. But let me like you, okay?"

Song Jing's heart wavered, he couldn't tell what it was like, disgusted and disgusted, and moved.

I couldn't swallow it, and I couldn't spit it out.

He didn't know what to do.