After amnesia, he was with his nemesis

In early winter, a cold afternoon.

The bell after class was deafening, the gate of Shancheng No.13 Middle School opened, and students went out one after another with their schoolbags on their backs.

Jiang Bang fished in troubled waters, and walked into the school with the parents waiting outside.

The greening in No. [-] High School is well done. The tall evergreen trees cover the sun that doesn't exist today, making it even colder.

Jiang Bang didn't sleep well in the hotel where he slept yesterday.

The hotel bed is too soft to sleep.

He couldn't find his Stitch toothbrush, he used a hotel disposable one, the bristles were too hard, and his gums were bleeding from brushing, and he was aching all day long.

The road from the school gate to the teaching building is bustling and noisy.

Most of the students are discussing their exam rankings.Showing off, concealing what he doesn't want to say implicitly, whining is almost in the same place as the person he likes.

Two affectionate girls with their arms around each other walked towards him, one of them looked down at his mobile phone, the other saw Jiang Bang first, and wanted to ask a friend.

The one who looked down at the phone didn't care.

Jiang Bang walked forward and was bumped by a girl.

She looked up to apologize, but when she saw his face froze for a moment, she said, "...No, I'm sorry."

He's so handsome, he doesn't belong to our school at first glance.

Jiang Bang: "It's okay."

When he walked over, the girl who bumped into him said, "Ah... that handsome guy who passed by just now looked so bad..."

Her friend: "I dragged you and didn't respond like a fool. Are you scared? You are handsome. Let me see if your face is red..."

"Oh, don't make trouble, I was just checking my phone, watching the news."

Jiang Bang walked away and couldn't hear him anymore.

He went further, and heard the boy passing by say in a low voice, "Don't be angry, I'll pick you up..."

The tone is very affectionate, and it is not talking to family members.

Do teenage students fall in love so much?

Jiang Bang walked through the crowd blankly, like a hot iron block falling into a pool, bringing up a string of squeaky blank bubbles.

Speaking of which, they seem to have a lot of schools, but he didn't care about it.

He doesn't care much about his parents' feelings...

He knew that his parents had been separated for many years, and his father came to visit him occasionally. Although he was not particularly close, he was not short of anything.

It may be that he was born with enough companionship. His childhood was filled with family members. Both his brother and mother dote on him. Even if his father doesn't see him often, it doesn't matter much.

After all, parents quarrel when they see each other.At this time, Jiang Jun would put on a smiling face in that strange environment, and then say.

"Baby, be good, this is an adult's business."

Jiang Bang wanted to continue listening, but he would usually be taken away by Uncle Biao, and he would stop listening over time.

Every time my father finished a fight, he would ask him what he wanted before leaving.And Jiang Bang, who has received a good education, will not make excessive demands, and those demands are usually a toy.

Ship models, car models, or football star hats.

Those presents will be collected by him.

What he likes and what he loves are all at the right height.

Buy whatever you need, just like a watch. As for other pastimes, it’s fine if it’s meaningful, but it doesn’t matter if it’s not.

Jiang Bang was in a daze.

He doesn't seem to have anything in particular.

The eighth class of the second grade.

Standing at the door of the class, Jiang Bang saw a watch on the table at the door, so he leaned over to read it with the parents.

The homeroom teacher looked at him strangely, and asked: "Student, where are your parents? What are you doing here? Seeing you strangely, aren't you from our class?"

Jiang Bang scratched his head: "I'm here to hold a parent-teacher meeting, and Dou Jinglan is my cousin."

The teacher in charge said in surprise, "Come on brother, it's the first time we meet, come here to sign."

He seemed to know Dou Jinglan's situation very well.

Jiang Bang remembered that the exception of Dou Jinglan's two-day class a week must have been approved by this teacher, so he signed his name with confidence.

The word Jiang Si follows the printed word Dou Jinglan in Song style, very beautiful regular script.

The head teacher praised: "The writing is beautiful."

Jiang Bang bared his teeth and smiled: "Thank you."

He still wanted to ask something, but the head teacher had already started chatting with the parents behind him, signaling him to go in first.

Behind Jiang Bang came the sound of the cushion bumping against the ground.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw Dou Jinglan who was knocking on the blackboard on the balcony with chalk dust on the eraser.

As soon as Jiang Bang saw someone, his eyes lit up immediately, and he subconsciously wanted to get closer, but Dou Jinglan stopped him: "Don't come over, it's all chalk dust."

Dou Jinglan was wearing a blue and white school uniform, revealing the collar of a gray sweater.The sweater is a little shaggy and has been washed too much, but it doesn't affect his handsomeness.

Jiang Bang stood a little further away, his gloomy mood was swept away: "Why are you knocking on the blackboard eraser?"

Dou Jinglan said with a good temper: "Today I am on duty."

Jiang Bang: "On duty?"

A passing boy said, "On duty is to write timetables, wipe the blackboard, and clean the podium."

Jiang Bang's suddenly realized expression made the boy laugh.

"Where did the giant pandas come from? They don't know they are on duty? Don't you have to be on duty in your school?"

It is true that their school does not need to be on duty, but Jiang Bang didn't say anything, and looked at Dou Jinglan for help.

Dou Jinglan didn't know how he understood it, but he did, and said, "Don't make fun of my brother."

His familiar tone seemed to be introducing his family.

Jiang Bang looked at him, and suddenly realized that this person was not like his first impression of him.

Fragile and easy to break, but still stubbornly tenacious.

The boy raised his eyebrows in surprise, and turned his gaze between the two of them: "Your brother? He's so handsome, but he doesn't look like you."

Dou Jinglan: "Cousin."

The boy turned a deaf ear to it, and soon said with emotion: "Such a handsome man, there must be a lot of scumbags like your brother, right?"

Jiang Bang was dragged by Dou Jinglan who finished painting the chalk dust and led him to the class: "He tells everyone that, don't pay attention to him."

Jiang Bang fought secretly with him for a while, but refused to leave with his feet on the ground, stubbornly curious: "Who are you scumbags?"

Dou Jinglan saw that he couldn't pull people away, so she had to give up, and reiterated: "He's talking nonsense."

The boy snapped his fingers, as if he was hurting his friend: "Not too many, so you just rejected five six seven eight/ninety eleven ten 23—a girl's confession, right?"

He pouted in the direction behind him: "It's hard to procrastinate in the corridor outside, but our team is the most active in procrastinating. Do you know why, because you can meet Dou Jinglan who comes out on duty every day to wipe the board?"

Jiang Bang was amused by him: "Of course it's understandable to refuse, otherwise we can't agree to all of them. Besides, who asked them to come out and mop the floor? Didn't they all choose by themselves?"

The boy stared and wanted to say something, but Jiang Bang asked lightly: "According to your logic of rejecting others, you are a scumbag, you must not be a scumbag, right?"

The boy turned and walked away.

Dou Jinglan: "Why are you leaving, don't you want to?"

The boy gave them the middle finger behind his back: "You bully me, a loner, right? When I have a girlfriend, I'll come back to you two bitches!"

The boy walked into the next classroom and was no longer visible, but his strange metaphor of "dog boy boy" still made both of them uncomfortable.

Jiang Bang had nothing to say: "It's boring to see if he can't make such a joke. The class next door?"

Dou Jinglan's expression was as usual, and she couldn't see anything: "Well, the class next door is the first, and I haven't passed the monthly exam. I'm here to find a job."

Jiang Bang: "Why don't you explain?"

Dou Jinglan: "Do you believe it?"

Jiang Bang: "I really don't believe it."

Dou Jinglan: "That's fine, what else is there to explain?"

Jiang Bang wanted to say something, but the teenager had already held his hand and pulled him into the classroom: "The parent meeting is about to start, let's go."

Jiang Bang sat on Dou Jinglan's seat.

Parents will sit in the child's seat at the parent meeting, but the person who came today is Jiang Bang, so Dou Jinglan took another stool to sit with him.

Parents are still entering, adults sit down and look down at their phones, the classroom is very quiet.

Jiang Bang started to look through Dou Jinglan's drawer.

He found a finished homework book, flipped through it, found no wrong question from beginning to end, silently gave a thumbs up, and then turned the homework book to the back.

Dou Jinglan watched him move.

Jiang Bang whispered, "Do you have a pen?"

He took the pen handed over by Dou Jinglan and started writing on a page.

Jiang: I don't need to go on stage to give you a speech, do I?Why is my child so good and how many points he scored in the test? This time he is the first in the grade again.

Dou Jinglan took a pen to write.

No need to.

Jiang: That's great, I don't want to talk today.

Dou: I can see it.

Jiang: How did you see it?

Dou: Not very interested.

Jiang: That's right. It made me feel like a customer visiting a brothel. I didn't see any beautiful women, so I wasn't very interested.

sinus:?

Jiang: As if I didn't say it.

Jiang Bang said something wrong, turned off the chat mode unilaterally, bit the pen and thought hard for a long time, and drew a villain on the paper.

With black hair, a round face, revealing a small fang and two small horns, a head and a body, and a small devil's tail.

He added an arrow next to it, and next to the arrow added: Dou Jinglan.

Dou Jinglan raised her eyebrows, seeing that he was about to bite the pen and think about the next one, she snatched the pen ahead of time, bent her knuckles and tapped him: "Don't bite, it's not clean."

The teacher in charge coughed on the stage when he saw their petty movements.

Almost all the parents came, and the class meeting began.

The desk supervisor started a long series of boring opening remarks, and Jiang Bang under the stage had to reopen his chat mode.

Jiang: Don't you need to speak on stage?I thought that the first graders had to speak.

Dou: How did you know that I was number one in the grade.

Jiang: When I came here, it was written on the grade list on the way, "Big red paper, you are the first one."

Dou: No need.I am a problem student, and the class teacher will not let me go up.I don't want to go up either.

Jiang: Are you considered a problem student?

Dou: He is a problem student who only attends classes two days a week.

Jiang: It’s okay if you don’t go to school after learning everything.And I thought you were popular?What a handsome face.

It was obvious where he got his answer from.

Dou Jinglan secretly prepared to keep a distance from the boys in the next class, and wrote on the paper: Do you want such a face for you?

Jiang Bao looked up at him.

Dou Jinglan's face is a little pale, and his eyes are dark and dark. It seems that he didn't sleep well today, and he doesn't look like a person of this age.

His face was sharp when he was young, and his bones were just mature. There was always a kind of maturity that did not match his age, as if he was in the same mold as his soul.

Jiang Bang bowed his head and wrote: Is it more than just a face?

Dou Jinglan put down his pen and looked at Jiang Bang.

Jiang Bang smiled and rolled his eyes.

His eyelids are too obedient, how the master thinks how to move the eyelids.While the left eyelid is blinking slowly, the right eye is still looking at you intently, like a cat lazily flicking its tail.

Dou Jinglan stopped breathing for a moment in this wink.

He hurriedly turned his face away, and it took him a while to move his hands.

Dou: Turn over the table.

River:?

Jiang Bang lowered his head to rummage through the table. On the left was a stack of textbooks, which were flat and clean. Dou Jinglan's focus was obviously not here.

On the right is... what?

He frowned and touched the boxes of different shapes, and touched the ribbon on it, like...a gift.

He took out a piece of letter paper, pink.

Any fool knows what it is.

Jiang Bang glanced at Dou Jinglan, meaning, can it be opened?

Dou Jinglan shook his head and wrote on the paper.

Dou: No, anyway, I will throw it away later.

Jiang: Very cruel.

Even so, Jiang Bo agrees with this approach.Instead of hanging on, it is better to cut off all thoughts at once. Even if you have never been in a relationship, you still need basic qualities.

A piece of paper was quickly filled by them.

Jiang Bang turned a page.

Dou Jinglan continued the topic just now.

Dou: People who like my face write letters to me. If they want them all, they can exchange them for the letters.

Jiang: Tell me, how to change it.

Dou Jinglan wrote slowly.

The boy's handwriting is a little immature, but not green, because he writes very diligently, so the handwriting is fluent.

write to me.

He thought for a while, as if afraid that the people around him would not agree, he wrote again.

I can deliver to your home.

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