Cannon fodder please stop tea talk

Ji Fengmian looked up, and saw a face that was unfamiliar but made him extremely angry.

An Kexia, the bean sprouts who plotted against Jiang Nanshu.

He frowned, looked up and down the person in front of him, "Who are you? I don't drink water from strangers."

An Kexia's face flushed instantly.He saw Ji Fengmian talking to their class sports committee just now, and he looked at himself a few times during the conversation, and then he mustered up the courage to come up to deliver water.

He stammered, "I, I am An Kexia from Class [-] of Science."

"Oh, I don't drink mineral water." Ji Fengmian coldly refused.He was very angry at this time, it would be good if he didn't punch the person in front of him, but An Kexia dared to come forward.

It's not because he's in school that he doesn't beat anyone, but because he doesn't know the relationship between An Kexia and Jiang Nanshu.

If the two of them were really friends, he wouldn't take it for granted if they acted indiscriminately. Maybe Jiang Nanshu would be angry.

It's not worth it.

Even Ji Fengmian himself didn't realize that this was the first time he suppressed his temper and weighed the pros and cons, instead of attacking when he got angry.

If his psychiatrist in Anping knew this news, he would probably cry with joy.

"Ah, it's okay, I still bought this."

An Kexia seemed to be a very good-tempered person, she was not angry at all after being rejected by Ji Fengmian, instead she smiled and took out a cup of milk tea from the side.

"this is for you."

Ji Fengmian glanced, "I don't drink milk tea."

"Ah?" An Kexia was stunned for a moment, "But, didn't you finish that cup of milk tea last time? This is the same brand and the same taste as that cup of milk tea..."

Ji Fengmian looked over suddenly, "What do you mean? What was last time?"

"That's right, it's the milk tea I asked Jiang Nanshu to put on your table, he... didn't he say it?" An Kexia smiled awkwardly, "Ah, it's okay, Jiang Nanshu probably just forgot, don't blame him, he I'm busy with my studies, so I can't remember these insignificant things."

The more Ji Fengmian listened, the more irritable he became, and he said casually, "You are also quite strange. Instead of bringing water and milk tea to the people in your class, you ran over to give water and milk tea to people in my hostile class? The competition is over, you Bribing me is useless, your class is doomed."

And what does it mean not to blame Jiang Nanshu, Jiang Nanshu is willing to bring him milk tea for Ji Fengmian, even if Jiang Nanshu didn't buy it, he put it on his desk.

Are your bean sprouts okay?

An Kexia's delicate and fair face was full of embarrassment, but she didn't really want to give up this chance to finally talk to Ji Fengmian.

He whispered: "You, are you in a bad mood because of Jiang Nanshu? His family conditions are not very good, that's why..."

"What do you mean?" Ji Fengmian restrained his impatient expression and asked.

This An Kexia seemed to know something inside.If he could know about Jiang Nanshu, he would be able to tolerate the annoying person.

"That's right, he lives alone and has financial difficulties. Well, he didn't have any friends before, probably because he didn't know how to get along with friends. After you turn around, he treats you differently..." An Kexia whispered, "The vice principal attaches great importance to Jiang Nanshu. He has told him many things. He should know you well."

Ji Fengmian didn't understand An Kexia's twists and turns, all he could think about was "Jiang Nanshu treats you differently".

He was happy in his heart, but he didn't show it.Even if An Kexia flattered him like this, he was still someone who had plans for Jiang Nanshu.

"Oh, you know quite a lot?" he asked again.

An Kexia smiled, "I was the class monitor in the freshman year of high school, and I always had to care more about the classmates in the class. I saw that Jiang Nanshu didn't have any friends, so I asked for more information."

Speaking of this, he became lonely again, "It's a pity that he doesn't seem to like me. It's because I'm not good enough, not good enough. Unlike him, I can get No.1 every time, so I don't need to talk to other people..."

That is, of course Jiang Nanshu doesn't like you, the only one who can be Jiang Nanshu's friend is me.

The more Ji Fengmian heard it, the more he felt that Jiang Nanshu's indifference today was nothing. He had already received unique treatment, so what more could he ask for.

It doesn't matter if Jiang Nanshu is colder, as long as he finds a way to shorten the distance between the two of them!

well.

Do it when you think of it.

Ji Fengmian got up, saw that the final whistle had already sounded, grabbed his schoolbag and clothes and was about to rush out.

"Ji Fengmian, milk tea..." An Kexia was interrupted after speaking halfway.

"I'll ask someone to pay you back the milk tea money from last time. I don't drink from strangers."

After saying a word, the person had already ran several meters away.

Only An Kexia was left on the field holding a milk tea with a disappointed expression on his face.Sure enough, Ji Fengmian was similar to what Uncle Ji said, hard to approach and hard to please.

***

At this time, Jiang Nanshu was in trouble.

The bicycle he just bought was firmly grasped by a pair of skinny and old hands.

The old woman with white hair cried, "You have the money to buy a new bicycle but you don't have the money to treat my old lady!"

"Mom, who made us useless, we can't pay for your medical treatment..."

The middle-aged woman supporting Pan Chunhua is Jiang Nanshu's aunt.Standing at the back, the middle-aged man with a cramped and embarrassed face was his uncle Jiang Jianbin.

Seeing Jiang Nanshu coming over, Jiang Jianbin pulled his wife away, "Xiaomei, let's go back, and tell Nanshu to learn from each other..."

"shut up!"

With a reprimand, Jiang Jianbin retracted his hand, not daring to speak.

Jiang Nanshu's gaze moved back without any disturbance, and then fell on the young man next to him, his cousin Jiang Zirui.

Unlike Jiang Nanshu, Jiang Zirui was wearing new sneakers, a new smart watch on his hands, and even glasses of famous brands.

Jiang Jianbin is just an ordinary worker in a state-owned enterprise with poor returns, and his job can barely support his family, so they come up with their own ideas.

He watched a good show in front of him like an outsider.

"I'm not in good health. You took my pension money to study, and now you want you to take out the bonus to treat my old lady's illness!"

"Mom, this white-eyed wolf has been heartless since he was a child. Even if you died in front of him, he wouldn't shed a single tear. Have you forgotten that when his parents' ashes were brought back, his eyes weren't red... ..."

The words in Zhao Xiaomei's mouth became more and more unpleasant, and Jiang Nanshu felt a little boring.

When he was stopped, he had already imagined what would happen next.Sure enough, everything went as expected.

Including what you say is similar, it's really boring.

Jiang Nanshu decided not to waste any more time, let go of the bicycle in his hand, took out his mobile phone, and walked towards Jiang Zirui.

"You, what do you want to do?" Jiang Zirui subconsciously took a step back.

Jiang Nanshu is thin, but with his height and expressionless face, he looks a bit scary.

Jiang Zirui sternly shouted: "Don't act recklessly! Near the school, do you still want to hit someone? Be careful and remember!"

"I just wanted to ask you to listen to something."

After Jiang Nanshu finished speaking, he tapped the screen of his phone.

A recording came out.

"I'll take the money. This will be my retirement money. The house belongs to you. You debt collector, don't come to me in the future..."

The voice was not loud, but it was enough for them to hear clearly that it was Pan Chunhua's voice.

"Did you record it?" Pan Chunhua couldn't believe what she heard.

Jiang Nanshu: "When negotiating an agreement, you need to leave some evidence, are you right? Grandma, uncle, aunt."

"Oh, by the way, the evidence also includes bank transfer records. I haven't received any money. These should belong to my compensation."

At the beginning, after Jiang Nanshu's parents died in an air crash, the airline provided a compensation of nearly 200 million yuan.

Other than that, all that his parents left behind was the old house in the Baiyun compound.

For the money, his grandma and uncle's family showed their ferocious faces in front of Jiang Nanshu for the first time.

Legally speaking, his grandma has the same inheritance rights to that house.The house is worthless, but it carries all the good memories of Jiang Nanshu.

Jiang Nanshu chose to give up the compensation and only took full ownership of the house.

At the beginning, the uncle's family felt that he was young and easy to handle, and they were eager to use money to buy a house in the school district near the experiment, so they agreed to the agreement.

Jiang Nanshu recorded the audio to prevent today's situation.

He doesn't care about money, but he cares that paying money can't solve the trouble.

The matter in front of me is trouble.

Pan Chunhua didn't understand this, she just felt that Jiang Nanshu, the funeral star, was so ruthless and was about to make a big fuss, but was pulled by Zhao Xiaomei.

"Mom, if that little bastard releases this recording, we might give him the money back."

Jiang Jianbin nodded again and again, and talked with Muni there, "Yes, yes, Mom, let's go back first. Ah, Nan Shu, it's uncle's fault, so don't be angry, your grandma is too anxious because she is not in good health recently gone."

Jiang Nanshu didn't give him face, and continued: "I had someone value the old house at the beginning, and it was only worth 60. Grandma split half of it, which was 30. And I'm underage. Family disputes..."

He was in a bad mood, with an indifferent expression and a contemptuous tone.

The grown-ups probably understood what Jiang Nanshu meant. If things got serious, it would definitely be their family who suffered.

The three adults looked at each other, not daring to move.

However, Jiang Zirui was spoiled by his family, and he always looked down on Jiang Nanshu. Hearing the other party's tone, he immediately became angry.

"Broom star! I'm giving you face!" He rushed over, grabbed Jiang Nanshu's collar suddenly, and wanted to punch him.

"Well--"

A huge force came from his waist, Jiang Zirui's whole body was like a ball, rolling away far away.

When Jiang Nanshu turned his head, he was furious at Shang Ji Fengmian with a somewhat ferocious expression.

"How dare you hit him!"

Ji Fengmian moved extremely fast, rushed up and gave Jiang Zirui another kick.

Jiang Jianbin rushed up to stop him, but Ji Fengmian threw a rather strong adult over, and fell to the side, yelling.

"Beat someone, beat someone! It's going to kill someone!"

There were not many people here, and the onlookers seemed to dislike Jiang Zirui's family, pointing and pointing from a distance, and no one wanted to come up to help.

Jiang Nanshu found that Ji Fengmian's situation was not quite right.He didn't care too much, rushed forward and grabbed Ji Fengmian's school uniform jacket.

Unexpectedly, Ji Fengmian took off his coat, rushed out like a swift leopard, grabbed Jiang Zirui who was scrambling and trying to run, and punched him again.

Can't fight anymore.

Jiang Nanshu threw away his clothes, and hugged Ji Fengmian's waist from behind.

"Ji Fengmian, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that Ji Fengmian's movements suddenly stopped.

Ji Fengmian froze, lowered his head slowly, and looked at Jiang Nanshu's arms around his waist.

The action of beating someone was too big just now, the shirt has been raised a little, and Jiang Nanshu's hand was directly attached to his skin.

The anger died down immediately, and turned into a raging heat, rushing from under the navel to his forehead.

"?"

Jiang Nanshu was a little puzzled, he didn't understand why the person he was holding suddenly seemed to be on fire, and his body temperature was ridiculously high.

He let go, and took a step back.

Ji Fengmian turned around and looked over.

Jiang Nanshu was stunned again, it was indeed the young man in front of him, his face was too rosy, and the blush could not be concealed by his wheat-colored skin.

"are you OK?"

Ji Fengmian's eyes always fell on Jiang Nanshu's hands like works of art, "I, I, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his eyes darken, and he fell headlong.