Their eyes met, and his big clear eyes looked into his eyes.
Song Nanye frowned. It was the first time he saw a boy with such big eyes.
Jiang Beize looked at him in confusion, his long eyelashes thick and curled, like a robot doll.
"Ahem," Song Nanye clenched his fist with one hand, coughed twice, and waved to him, "Get up and drive away, I'm going to bed."
"oh… "
Jiang Beize touched his nose and went back.
By the way, why did this person ask him to lower his head, just to touch his hair
But why
If it were anyone else, he would not let anyone touch his hair, except Jiang Beiyuan and the barber.
But thanks to Song Nanye today, if it hadn't been for him, if Yan Nian had seen the contents of the book, the consequences would have been -
Unthinkable.
It was lunch time, the last class was over, and the students all rushed towards the cafeteria.
Jiang Beize was taking class notes and came out late. However, there were still many classmates patiently waiting for him at the door of the classroom, vying to go to dinner with him.
"You kid, come out earlier next time."
A slightly chubby boy hooked Jiang Beize's shoulder. He was his deskmate. There were many boys and girls around him, all classmates.
Suddenly, a thin figure walked past Jiang Beize.
Lonely figure, baggy and uninhibited posture, the zipper of the school uniform is not zipped, and the laces of the canvas shoes are not tied properly.
In Jiang Beize's eyes, Song Nanye will always be alone.
No one befriends him, and no one wants to be near him.
He heard from people in the dormitory that Song Nanye was a bastard and that his mother ran away with a bastard.
"What are you thinking about?" His deskmate pushed his head.
Jiang Beize came back to his senses and showed an impeccable smile, "I'm thinking about a math problem, it's so difficult."
"Oh, I'll go back to the dormitory later and let the dormitory tell you."
With that said, several people walked to the canteen arm in arm.
12 o'clock at noon is the most crowded time in the cafeteria. There is a huge crowd and there are many queues at every window.
Jiang Beize and others went to a window with relatively few people and were at the back.
The female classmates on the left and right glanced over and whispered.
"This is Jiang Beizehei, the new kid from Class 6. He's so handsome and cute."
"Yes, yes, my skin is so white, and there are no pimples on my face at all!"
"I heard that he is a returnee from overseas. His family is very rich and he is the second generation of the rich."
"Oh, as long as he is handsome, it doesn't matter if he has money or not."
"Hey, I really want to be friends with him."
“…”
As if he heard their conversation, Jiang Beize looked over very naturally and curled his lips with a smile.
The fair-skinned and clean boy smiled tenderly, and the time was so quiet that it really made the girls' hearts melt.
Jiang Beize looked away lightly, with an impeccable smile still on his face. The disdain and disgust in his eyes were hidden so deeply that no one could see it.
A man and a woman stood behind Jiang Beize.
"It's all your fault. We went to the toilet so late. It's okay now. The queue is so long. We may have run out of rice, let alone vegetables!" the girl said angrily.
The boy smiled and coaxed: "Okay, I will recharge you with Q coins tonight to compensate you."
"You say that every time! But when did you recharge me? Men's words are deceiving. Look at the CEO of the Jiang Group. He gave his wife an empire to play with. You'd better use this little Q coin. You still cheat me every day with your money!”
"Alas, Jiang's CEO is nothing. He's just a paper tiger with a strong foreign power. Jiang's company is about to collapse. By then, he will have no choice but to drink from the northwest wind!"
"How did you know?"
"My dad works for the Jiang Group. He told me when he got home that the Jiang Group might not be able to survive by the end of this month."
"Tch, but the CEO is very, very nice to his wife!"
"The CEO is just a piece of cake. Just look at it. When we graduate from high school, I will definitely be more promising than him." The boy cocked his head and looked proud.
“…”
Jiang Beize, who was standing in front, heard this conversation. His delicate brows furrowed and his fists hanging by his sides clenched.
(End of chapter)