“…”
Jiang Beiyuan did not answer Jiang Beize's question. He took out a golden mobile phone from his pocket and handed it over.
"It contains the mobile phone numbers of me and the old man for your convenience."
"Um, thank you, second brother!"
Speaking of which, Jiang Beize felt aggrieved. He was already in high school and he never had a mobile phone. Jiang Guoteng did not let him bring his mobile phone for fear of delaying his studies.
Jiang Beize rubbed the edge of the phone and smiled. The question he just asked was immediately suppressed in his heart, "Second brother, is there my sister-in-law's number in it?"
"Why do you need your sister-in-law's phone number?" Jiang Beiyuan's face darkened, and his clear eyes were full of displeasure.
"Hey, you're just kidding!"
He knew that his second brother would react like this.
But in the past, he would not have dared to joke with Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiangbeiyuan snorted, he was angry.
"Get off."
"oh… "
Jiang Beize got out of the car and put his cell phone in his pocket. His face was full of spring breeze. The sunshine was very good today and it shone warmly on him.
The classroom was on the left corner of the third floor. Jiang Beize liked to climb the stairs in the middle. When he turned the corner, he accidentally bumped into the same person. He rubbed his nose and saw Song Nanye's scarred face.
"you… "
“…”
Song Nanye ignored him, with a sullen face, and walked casually toward the classroom with his schoolbag slung across his body. He kicked open the door of the classroom and shocked the noisy class into silence.
The instigator walked back expressionlessly, letting the group of people look at him as if they were looking at a devil. Song Nanye sat in his seat, threw his schoolbag casually, and slept on the table.
It was a sleepless night.
He couldn't hear the noisy voices, laughter, or teacher's lectures.
When I woke up again, rubbing my sleepy eyes, I saw a can of Pepsi-Cola in front of me.
Song Nanye subconsciously looked forward.
There was only one person in the class who could give him a Coke.
It's class time now, and the math teacher with the Mediterranean Sea on his forehead is writing a bunch of crazy formulas on the blackboard. From Song Nanye's perspective, in addition to seeing the Mediterranean Sea, he can also see the clean back of the boy in the front row diagonally opposite.
When he wears his school uniform, he always likes to wear a shirt underneath. The clean collar covers his neck.
There is a vertical distance in the middle.
Spring was in full swing, and the sunlight from outside shone slantly through the window lattice and fell on the corridor, dragging a long dark shadow that completely separated him from his world.
Song Nanye pursed his lips, grabbed the Coke can on the table, and walked out casually.
"Hey Song Nanye, where are you going—"
The math teacher grabbed the chalk on the table and threw it in his direction, but it didn't hit him.
The classmates, including Jiang Beize, looked back. Jiang Beize only saw Song Nanye's resolute profile and the shocking wound at the corner of his mouth.
Didn't he say that he was traveling to Hokkaido
But what happened to the injury on the face
"Okay, okay, stop looking at it!"
The math teacher tapped the blackboard with the eraser to draw the students' attention.
"I'm telling you, don't be like this kind of uneducated guy who skips class, gets into fights, and falls behind when studying. Such people will be the scum of the bottom of society after graduation. They can't find a good job without going to college. , it’s people like Song Nanye who say the mud can’t hold up the wall!”
"Teacher, he is not a human being, he is a bastard." A classmate said in a strange tone.
(End of chapter)