"Oh, that's how it is… "
Zhou Heng nodded blankly, thinking to himself, did he guess wrong
At that time, when I heard Yun Xia say that she was good at studying, the first reaction in my heart was Jiang Heng. I thought Yun Xia had something in mind for Jiang Heng...
But Jiang Heng must be hard to chase.
If Yun Xia likes Jiang Heng, then he has nothing to be afraid of, just keep chasing Yun Xia. Because Jiang Heng would definitely reject her.
The love rival of every boy in the school is basically Jiang Heng, so everyone is not surprised. That guy would reject all the girls anyway.
Zhou Heng pondered like this, watched the girl enter the house and closed the door, sighed and prepared to leave.
But after turning around, he suddenly froze.
Not far away, a slender, snow-white figure stood quietly in the heavy rain, his face was slightly pale, but his expression was cold and indifferent. Zhou Heng immediately stepped back in surprise, his eyes widened.
He was even more dumbfounded when he saw the delicate face of the boy Yuzhong.
"Jiangjiang Jiangjiang...Jiang Heng??!"
The heavy rain blurred the young man's delicate and beautiful eyebrows, and the mist covered his eyelashes. Those cold eyes stared at him indifferently like an ancient well without waves.
He didn't hold an umbrella, and his snow-white shirt was completely wet, revealing the beautiful lines of his abdominal muscles underneath. His slender fingers were hanging down, and water was dripping from his white fingertips. His whole body was like a cold sculpture in the rain.
Zhou Heng was inexplicably a little nervous, and couldn't help swallowing with difficulty.
... Why is Jiang Heng near Yun Xia's house
After all, he is an influential figure in the school, so he can't pretend not to know him.
Zhou Heng greeted stiffly: "Student Jiang Heng? What a coincidence, why are you here?"
The boy didn't answer.
He seemed to be standing like a sculpture of ice and snow, with long and thick eyelashes, water droplets dripping down his delicate chin, rolling over the sexy arc of his Adam's apple, and disappearing in that alluring snow suit.
Zhou Heng felt even more nervous when the other party didn't speak. Holding an umbrella in his hand, he wanted to step forward to cover the boy from the rain, but somehow he didn't dare to approach him.
"Well... why didn't you take an umbrella?" Zhou Heng asked dryly.
It's raining so hard, why don't you hold an umbrella. And the other party seemed to have no intention of sheltering from the rain at all, standing quietly in the rain with cold eyes.
After two seconds, the boy took a step. Come over step by step.
His eyes were cold and unrestrained, and his slender height gave off a great sense of oppression. Water was dripping from the corners of his snow-white clothes, and water was also dripping from his white fingertips. He walked slowly, calmly and steadily.
He stopped in front of Zhou Heng.
Immediately, he casually looked over, and his beautiful eyes swept across Zhou Heng calmly.
Zhou Heng subconsciously stood at attention.
Looking at the young man for two seconds, he couldn't bear the cold eyes, and was about to look away when he heard a lazy sneer.
Zhou Heng was stunned.
The strict and indifferent good student in front of him slightly raised his thin lips at this time, as if he was too lazy to put on any disguise. On his fair and beautiful face, there was a condescending slight disdain in his expression, and he slowly took a step towards him.
His voice was soft and dissipated in the heavy rain.
"I have a better chance than you."
Every time the young man took a step forward, Zhou Heng couldn't help but back away in a daze. Hearing the other party's unhurried voice, he was as cold and indifferent as a devil.
"I tried not to bother her."
He slowly stepped forward and approached, the coldness in his eyes was completely replaced by laziness and evil.
"You dare to hug her."
Zhou Heng hit the flower bed behind with his back, and the slender boy raised his long legs, stepped on the edge of the flower bed arrogantly and lazily, with his elbows resting on his knees, water dripping from his white fingertips, and his voice was icy cold.
"When I'm dead?"
(end of this chapter)