Dong Ci didn't want to cry, but tears couldn't stop rolling down her face when she saw the ironic report card.
Her final salvation is gone...
She had always thought that as long as she was admitted to Class 1 based on her ability, even if she agreed to Jing Rong's ridiculous request, it was just to preserve the uncertainty in her heart. But now, the deal she agreed to has directly pulled her into the abyss.
"Jing Rong, you said you would let me enter Class 1..." Dong Ci knew what would happen if she said these words, and also knew that Jing Rong had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but she had no choice. .
Jing Rong took the tears on her fingertips into her mouth, looked down at the watery eyes in her arms, and smiled very coquettishly. "Kiss me and I'll make sure you get into class one smoothly."
Dong Ci looked at him blankly, tears still falling unconsciously in her big eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and hooked his neck.
She pressed her lips tremblingly against his thin lips, and Dong Ci's tears fell even more fiercely as their lips and tongues touched each other.
She felt that she was good, bad, and dirty, but when she thought of her loving mother and dead father behind her, she could only move forward. Perhaps, as my loving mother said in her diary at that time: People can tolerate everything for the sake of life.
The difference is that loving mother is for life, while Dong Ci is for the future and the unfinished dream of loving father.
“…”
When An Chengfeng found Yan Ningshuang, she was staring in the direction of Jing Rong and Dong Ci in a daze.
"What are you looking at?"
An Chengfeng bumped into her and said impatiently. "Everyone is waiting for you to cut the cake. Why are you spying on people here?"
Yan Ningshuang came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, and suddenly raised her head and said to him. "This is the first time I've seen Jing Rong so gentle."
"He's always gentle when he's in a good mood." An Chengfeng didn't care and pulled her away. "Okay, okay, let's go. When did you become so interested in other people's things?"
He walked very fast and his steps were so long that Yan Ningshuang, who was wearing high heels, was almost pulled down by him. She staggered to steady her steps, shook An Chengfeng's hand away, and her eyes returned to their former indifference.
"An Chengfeng, I have never been interested in other people's affairs. The only person I am interested in is you."
Anyone who is familiar with Jing Rong knows that under his good-looking appearance, he has an extremely cold heart, but just now, Yan Ningshuang witnessed Jing Rong's gentle expression at that moment. Although it was only a short moment, it was enough to surprise her.
The first person she thought of at that time was An Chengfeng, and she suddenly wanted to ask him: Look, even a cold-hearted person like Jing Rong has someone else in his eyes, but what about you
In your eyes, when can I exist
An Chengfeng has gone far. He has always been like this, never moved by her confession. He could be gentle to anyone and like anyone, but that anyone would never include her.
…
In the second semester of high school, grades are divided into classes.
On the first day of school, the notice board was surrounded by a sea of students. Dong Ci passed by and heard someone ask strangely, "Huh? Doesn't Class 1 only recruit the top 30 students in grade? Why did they recruit so many more students this time?"
"Does this need to be said? Look at the names at the end. I've never seen them on the transcript before. It looks like they came in through the back door."
Dong Ci's hand holding the book tightened and she walked away quickly.
Ever since returning from the banquet, Dong Ci had caught a cold and had a high fever for several days in a row. Even the New Year days were spent with illness.
She was extremely anxious in the days when school was about to start, especially when Jing Rong called her to tell her that she had been placed in the first class, she felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy, but she just felt that there was a constant blockage in her heart, which made her extremely uncomfortable.
On the first day of school, she had a nightmare all night. When she woke up, she had a headache and felt weak. She took her temperature and found out that she had a low fever again.
Fortunately, it was not serious. She simply took medicine and went to school quickly.
This school has always been divided into zones, and one class of each grade is always treated the best. This is not only reflected in the equipment and teachers, but also the classrooms are set up separately.
When Dong Ci arrived in the classroom, the class was already full of people. The classroom was buzzing with chaos. She lowered her head and walked to find a seat when she heard someone calling her from the back of the classroom.
"Xiao Ci, come to us!"
“…”
There was a moment of silence in the classroom, and Dong Ci felt that everyone's eyes were on her. She pursed her lips slightly and looked straight at Jing Rong sitting by the window, only to find that he was sleeping on the table and not looking at her.
Seeing that Dong Ci didn't move, An Chengfeng waved to her again, pointed to the empty seat next to Jing Rong and said with a smile. "Come on, this is what A Rong left specially for you."
There was only this spot in the entire classroom. Dong Ci could feel the weird looks from the people around her, but she could only walk to them.
The place Jing Rong left for her was inside. If she wanted to go in, she had to call him up to make way for her. She pursed her lips, stood in front of him, pushed his shoulders, and said in a low voice. "Let me in."
The students around him were still looking at him curiously, but the man was lying on the table motionless, as if he was sleeping deeply. Dong Ci felt that he was teasing her, so she couldn't help but increase the strength in her hands. "Stop pretending, let me in quickly."
"that… "
In fact, An Chengfeng wanted to remind her that Jing Rong was really asleep, but before he could speak, Jing Rong was shaken awake by her.
"Are you looking for death?"
Jing Rong rubbed his forehead and straightened up from the table. The sleepiness in his eyes had not dissipated, but his eyes were cold. He didn't seem to be awake. After looking for a while, he finally saw who was standing in front of him. He leaned back lazily and asked in a low voice. "Why are you here later than me?"
"Will you let me in or not?"
Jing Rong lowered her eyes and looked at the tiny gap between her legs and the table, and said lazily. "Isn't this a concession to you?"
Give in? Was he asking her to step between his legs
Dong Ci bit her lip. She heard people whispering around her and seemed to be discussing something. The buzzing sound made her head feel dizzy. She was about to turn around and leave, but was grabbed by the person behind her.
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Jing Rong chuckled and stood up from the chair. Only then did Dong Ci realize that he seemed to be much taller.
"uncomfortable?"
Seeing that her face was pale, Jing Rong just wanted to touch her forehead when she opened it with her hands, and she said lightly. "I'm fine."
She only thought about getting herself into the first class, but she forgot that Jing Rong would also get into the first class. She once heard Shi Ze say that although Class 1 is a key class, there are no regulations on seating. The teacher will not adjust the position. If you want to change, you can only negotiate with your classmates.
Dong Ci glanced at someone sitting next to her. She seemed to have offended him again just now. At this time, Jing Rong was expressionless and was doing something unknown with her cell phone.
"Hello… "
After thinking about it, Dong Ci reached out and tugged on his sleeve. She felt that there were some things that she had to say clearly to him as soon as possible, but she shrank when she met his dark eyes.
Jing Rong looked at her coldly, pursed his lips and said nothing. It looked like he was in a bad mood. Dong Ciming knew that she shouldn't mess with him at this time, but she glanced at the teacher who had just walked in, licked the corner of her mouth and said anyway. "that… "
"Although we are at the same table now, I hope you won't talk to me during class, and you won't disturb me when I'm studying... Is that okay?"
Jing Rong's eyes fell on her tugging at his sleeve. He ignored Dong Ci's words, but the look on his face was colder than before.
"From now on, don't touch me."
He unceremoniously waved Dong Ci's hand off his body, lowered his eyes and focused on the phone again. From the side, Dong Ci saw that his long eyelashes left a small shadow, making him look even more indifferent.
Although Dong Ci was a little afraid of Jing Rong in this state, she wished he would be like this every day in school. Because only in this state, he would be quiet and not disturb her.
…
Class 1 is indeed the top class that the school focuses on cultivating. The teachers they invite are all the best in the school. There are even several outstanding teachers hired from outside to teach this class alone.
In a class where top students are concentrated, the content taught in class is also different from other classes. Because these are the best students, the teacher will not go into too much detail on the basics when giving lectures, which makes Dong Ci sound a little struggling.
She didn't know whether it was because of illness or the medicine she was taking. Halfway through the class, Dong Ci felt dizzy and couldn't lift her eyelids. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the blackboard in front of her. She lowered her head and was about to take notes when her head sank and she almost fell asleep.
"Now let me tell you some common points about the college entrance examination..."
The teacher's voice was blurry. Dong Ci tried hard to stay awake, but every time he came back to his senses with his eyes wide open, he found that there were several scratches on the notebook.
I can't sleep, I have to listen to the class carefully...
Dong Ci shook his head, his eyes inadvertently fell on Jing Rong beside him, and found that he was holding a pen and writing something with his head down, half of his face was delicate and handsome. Occasionally, he would raise his head and look at the blackboard. He looked serious and focused, as if he was listening to a lecture.
Is he studying
Dong Ci thought vaguely, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Finally, his eyes darkened and he fell into darkness.
Jing Rong's hand writing the equation paused, and her eyes dropped, slowly moving to someone lying down and asleep next to her. He quickly turned the pen with his fingertips, sneered, and then started listening to the lecture again.
Aren't you allowed to interrupt your studies by not letting me talk to you in class
Okay, the teacher is here, and you don’t want me to call you.