What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

After that, how did Ji Zhun get home, how did he go upstairs and how did he take a shower? His memory is all vague.

Anyway, when he recovered a little bit, he was already lying on the bed.

The sky outside the window was fading, and the early birds chirped occasionally.

The autumn wind seemed to be blowing a whistle, sweeping off the few leaves.

Ji Zhun turned over and lay on his back, raised his hand to cover his eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.that's all……

Inhale.

exhale.

Inhale.

exhale.

Inhale.

……

"Hold."

He opened his eyes irritably, what a sleeper!

Whenever you close your eyes, you can see the two shadows sticking together under the street lamp.

At this time, his cell phone vibrated suddenly, it was a message from Wang Da.

[Wang Da: Brother Zhun. 】

Ji Zhun waited for a long time and saw nothing to say, so he replied: "?"

The phone screen went off for a few seconds, then vibrated again.

【Wang Da: Sorry, I scared you. 】

Ji Zhun's mood was unstable, and he didn't know whether to say "yes" or "no" for a moment.

Wang Da sent two more messages.

【Wang Da: Actually, you don't have to be embarrassed, I know how to measure it.I really drank a little too much today haha. 】

【Wang Da: Brother Zhun, you are still my best friend. 】

Ji Zhun simply sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

[Ji Zhun: I don't blame you, I insisted on asking.You too, Dazi. 】

【Wang Da: Well, let's get some sleep, we have class tomorrow. 】

Ji Zhun gripped the phone tightly, typed repeatedly in the input box for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and sent it out.

[Ji Zhun: Why do you think Tan Jingyang treats me? 】

He originally wanted to ask this sentence, why do you think Tan Jingyang likes me?

But it was such a simple word that he couldn't type it out.

Wang Da, who was on the other side of the phone, was sitting alone in the store at this time, grinning slightly after seeing Ji Zhun's reply, and then looked up at the lonely lamp on the ceiling with complete resignation, looking far away.

Jizhun here waited for a long time but didn't get a reply, his heart was beating faster and faster, and he actually wanted to press withdraw.

【Wang Da: Have you ever noticed his eyes when he looks at you?Just like me. 】

【Wang Da: Eyes can't lie. 】

[Ji Zhun: But he...] But he and Cheng Zui are the ones.

Ji Zhun's eyes twitched, but he still deleted the sentence.After all, he and Cheng Zui were just his own guesses.

[Following Zhun:. 】

【Wang Da: Although he is considered a rival in love in a certain sense, I can understand his feelings.I want to say it but I'm afraid to say it, because I'm more afraid of losing you than hiding my thoughts. 】

Take a quick action.

In an instant, Tan Jingyang's red eyes appeared before his eyes again.

"Things have become like this, what else can I do?"

"What do I want? Of course you don't know what I want..."

"Jizun, I'm going to fucking go crazy..."

The other party's low, hoarse words and suppressed cries played in Jizhun's ears in a loop.

He touched his neck subconsciously, the tears that Tan Jingyang left there had already been dried and washed away several times.

But for some reason, following the expression and whispers of the other party in his mind, his already sensitive neck began to burn with spicy fire.Along the blood vessels, it climbs all the way to the cheeks and earlobes.

The heart seemed to prove his nervousness, but it jumped out towards the hole of his throat.

Ji Zhun bit his lower lip hard with his canine teeth, and a small drop of blood burst out instantly because of the excessive force.

The sharp stabbing pain forcibly brought his sanity back, and he suddenly ran to the bathroom to turn on the cold water and wash his face frantically.

The special self was bewitched just now, right? !

Jizhun breathed uncontrollably and looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

Why?After seeing Wang Da's words, he actually felt lucky for a moment.

Fortunately, the person Tan Jingyang likes is not Cheng Zui, but... herself? !

This is not scientific!

Ji Zhun turned on the exhaust in a daze, then sat on the toilet and lit a cigarette.Supporting his forehead with one hand, he choked on tobacco, forcing himself to calm down first.

The sky was getting brighter, and the sound of gardeners trimming the vegetation in the villa area could be heard faintly outside the house.

It wasn't until Sister Zhang on the first floor started frying eggs that he stood up stiffly from the toilet and pressed the water pump to flush the cigarette away.

After replying the last message to Wang Da, Ji Zhun numbly picked up his schoolbag and went downstairs.

Sister Zhang was taken aback by his ghostly appearance.

"Oh, Nao Nao, what's the matter with you?" She hurriedly ran over to touch Ji Zhun's head, "Do you have a fever again?"

"It's okay." Ji Zhun raised the corners of his lips and smiled at Sister Zhang, "I came back late yesterday and didn't sleep well."

He went to the table, squeezed a piece of toast and ate it, drank a cup of hot milk, and then waved at Sister Zhang: "I'm going to class."

Sister Zhang was still worried, and couldn't help telling: "It's very cold outside, why don't you add another coat?"

"No."

Let the cold wind blow my restless mind, Ji Zhun said in his heart.

The wind blowing the whistle still didn't stop, the plastic bag was rolled into the air, and hung on the blue fence under construction under the viaduct.

Recently, a new subway is being built near the No. [-] Middle School, and several roads are surrounded, and cars cannot enter.

Ji Zhun opened the car door and got out, walking towards the depths.He turned up the volume of the music in the headphones several times in a row, so that he would stop thinking about what was there and what was not.

It wasn't until he saw the locked class door that Ji Zhun suddenly realized that he had come too early.It was so early that the door hadn't even opened yet.

He casually found a place to sit at the top of the stairs, scratching his phone with his chin resting on his chin in boredom.

Until a pair of clean white sneakers appeared in his line of sight, he stopped after a layer of distance.

Ji Zhun half-raised his eyelids and looked at the person from bottom to top. After seeing the other person's face clearly, his whole body froze, and the fingertips holding the phone turned white due to the force.

Tsk, I should have gone to the rooftop for a while if I knew it earlier.

Why did you forget that Tan Jingyang was the one who opened the door in the morning?

Ji Zhun seems to avoid his eyes unintentionally, but he doesn't know how deliberate his actions are in the eyes of the other party.

Tan Jingyang was also uncomfortable, her Adam's apple rolled down and she asked, "Why is it so early today?"

"Oh, I read the wrong time." Jizhun got up and walked towards the door of the class without looking back.

Tan Jingyang looked at him with heavy eyes, and also took out the key to follow.

The two sat one behind the other, neither of them speaking first.

Probably because they were really embarrassed, they stood up at the same time and planned to go out.But after seeing the exact same movements of the other party, they all froze in place again.

Finally, Tan Jingyang sighed lightly, and finally spoke first.

"Ji Zhun." He looked at Ji Zhun silently for a while, then whispered, "I'm sorry."

Ji Zhun squinted his eyes, waiting for his next words.

"I've encountered some things recently, so I'm not in the right state. I'm really sorry that I didn't consider your mood." Tan Jingyang rubbed the center of her brows, and said softly, "Give me some time, I will adjust as soon as possible."

Ji Zhun licked his cheek, but still didn't say anything.

If he had heard this before, he would definitely have asked what happened to Tan Jingyang and if there was anything he could do to help.

But now he really doesn't know what position he should stand on and what to say.

If what Wang Da said was true, then he hadn't stayed out of the matter.

"What's wrong with you?" Tan Jingyang seemed to sense something was wrong with Ji Zhun, and couldn't help but took two steps forward, hesitatingly asked, "Is the illness still not cured?"

"Okay." Jizhun instinctively stepped back, and after meeting Tan Jingyang's dark eyes, he felt that his reaction was too much.

His mind is in a mess now, and he has a lot of questions he wants to ask the other party.But I'm afraid that if it's not done well, everything may get worse.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he could understand Tan Jingyang somewhat.

"Morning, monitor!"

"Morning, Ji Zhun!"

Some students began to enter the class one after another, successfully breaking the deadlock between the two.

Tan Jingyang gave Ji Zhun another deep look at the end, then turned around and went to the podium to wipe the blackboard clean.

When he looked back, he had returned to his usual gentle appearance.

"The self-study English teacher left a set of papers, and said that I will talk about it in class later." He knocked a stack of papers on the podium, and said to everyone with a smile, "Everyone, pass it on from front to back. If you understand, you can communicate with each other, and you can also ask me and the class representative at any time."

As Ji Zhun turned the pen, he felt that his eyelids were so sour that he couldn't lift them up, but his mind was still spinning fast.

Tan Jingyang was still able to pretend in front of people as always, he was completely different from the one who was lying on his neck with red eyes yesterday.

In comparison, Ji Zhun still prefers the latter.After all, he is real like that.

The sun came out and it was a sunny day.

Although the wind outside the house has not stopped, the classroom is still warm.

Ji Zhun's consciousness gradually became slack during the playback of English listening...

In a haze, he returned to the river bank with a third perspective.The light sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance was blown away by the wind, and the two shadows under the street lamp drew very close.

It's just that in this daydream, he can clearly realize that the person standing next to him is not Wang Da.

"Ji Zhun, wake up."

He suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder lightly, and then came the familiar fragrance of brandy.

"Tan Jingyang..." Jizhun shouted in a nasal voice in a half-dream and half-awake state.

The hand on his shoulder froze for a moment, and he didn't take it back for a long time.

Consciousness began to return, and Ji Zhun's blurred eyes gradually focused.

The ignorant and docile eyes faded, and Ji Zhun's pupils froze when he saw the person who was leaning over to him.

Accidentally, his eyes fell on the wall behind Tan Jingyang again, and he saw two shadows, one bent over and approached, and the other raised his head slightly.

Ji Zhun's face was on fire again, and he hurriedly dodged behind him, but almost fell over.

Tan Jingyang, who watched his series of reactions, pursed her lips, and her tone became obviously cold when she spoke again.

Although it is still the usual gentle tone, the sense of alienation between the words is already very obvious.

"The head teacher asked me to call you. She was at the door just now." Tan Jingyang paused and said, "If you are really uncomfortable, go to the infirmary."

After speaking, he turned and returned to his seat.

……

I really have to try my best, as if treating a good friend.

Tan Jingyang closed her eyes, pressed the center of her eyebrows, and tapped quickly on the pen holder with her other hand.

But as soon as he saw the opponent's defense against him, he was about to explode in minutes.

Tan Jingyang frowned, at this moment she really wanted to lift him up by the collar and force him to open his heart and take a good look.

……

wrong.

The refill of the mechanical pencil was broken.

Tan Jingyang opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of panic.

Although Jizhun was angry before, he never hid from himself like before.

unless……

He already knows his mind?