at the same time.
There are many private cars parked at the gate of Ningcheng No. 1 Middle School.
Today is Friday. Resident students can go home and rest until Monday before coming back.
Seeing that most of the students had left, Jiang Beize, wearing school uniform, stood at the school gate, alone.
The orange light of the setting sun in the distance cut across his fair and clean face, with exquisite facial features and picturesque eyebrows. He stood there like a parallel poster. A female classmate passed by, waving and smiling at him to say goodbye. .
He nodded politely with a smile on his face. However, when the female classmate turned around and left, the smile on his face gradually solidified, and there was some unnoticeable disgust and contempt deep in his eyes.
"Hey~~!"
A black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of him.
Jiang Beize suppressed the disgust in his eyes and looked over.
The car window slowly rolled down, and Song Yikai in the driver's seat waved to him.
"Third Young Master, our boss is on the plane and can't come back for the time being. Let me pick you up. Get in the car!"
"Well, thank you Assistant Song."
Jiang Beize said politely, tightening the strap of his schoolbag on his shoulders, with a clear look of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
He opened the door and sat in the back seat of the car. He put his black schoolbag aside and looked sideways at the window. His long eyelashes were curled up and his delicate jawline revealed his tranquility.
Song Yikai raised his wrist to look at his watch and said twice, "You bastard, why don't you come out yet..."
"What's wrong, Assistant Song isn't leaving yet?"
"Ah, sorry, I just wanted to pick up someone by the way."
“…”
About twenty minutes later, a boy with a shoulder bag slung across his body walked out struttingly, chewing gum in his mouth, one hand in his pocket, and wearing a pair of Converse classic black high-top canvas shoes, the shoelaces were already dirty. What's terrible, the hair on his forehead is messy, and his whole person reveals his bohemian attitude.
The boy opened the passenger door and got in without ceremony.
Looking at the bruises and scars on his forehead, Song Yikai was furious.
"You bad boy got into a fight with someone again, didn't you?!"
Song Nanye ignored Song Yikai, chewed gum, glanced at Jiang Beize in the rearview mirror, and frowned slightly, "Do you know him?"
"My boss's brother, what's going on? Do you have a crush on him?"
"Neuropathy."
Song Nanye spit the gum in his mouth onto the gear next to him.
Song Yikai was shocked.
"Can you please be more hygienic?!"
This was the car in Jiangbeiyuan's garage. Song Yikai quickly took toilet paper and wiped it clean, for fear of leaving any stains or dust.
After all, Jiang Beiyuan has a strong mysophobia towards everyone except Yan Nian.
Song Nanye rolled his eyes and sneered coldly, "I've been acting like a grandson all day long, no wonder I've always been an assistant."
"I would love to be my grandson! If you have the ability, you will be my brother and I will be your younger brother in the next life!"
"Who cares about being your brother? My surname will definitely not be Song in the next life!"
"you!!!"
"Sorry about that,"
Jiang Beize, who was in the back seat of the car, cautiously interjected.
"Assistant Song, actually... he and I are classmates."
"oh?"
When Song Yikai heard this, he turned to look behind him, and the anger on his face turned into flattery in an instant, "This bastard didn't bully you in the class, right? I'll teach him a lesson now!"
"No no!"
Jiang Beize waved his hand.
He is now assigned to Class 6, Grade 2. The head teacher seems to like him particularly, or maybe Jiang Beiyuan greeted him in advance, so he was assigned the best seat in the first row as soon as he entered.
Song Nanye was sitting in the corner of the last row. He was alone and had no tablemates.
The locations were too far apart, and because they were not in the same dormitory, Jiang Beize had little interaction with him on weekdays. His only impression of him was that he slept on his stomach during class and never stayed in the class after class. He occasionally saw him. , with a scar on his face, as if someone owed him money.
"Song-uh, I mean, he is very nice and never bullies others."
Jiang Beize touched his nose and said.
Looking into each other's eyes through the rearview mirror, Jiang Beize lowered his head in embarrassment. He actually forgot his name.
(End of chapter)