Jiang Wen snatched the phone away, "Xi Gaoyuan has a mental problem, ignore him." As he spoke, he turned his head and pulled away the hand that was on him.
Xi Gaoyuan and Zhao Binlin next to him exchanged glances. They both pretended to be watching a play, making faces and gestures, with a tacit understanding.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wen's face remained expressionless.
Xi Gaoyuan sneered and continued to provoke him: "Are you scared or not?"
Jiang Wen remained silent.
"Do you think we can't see that you like Feng Ning? She drank too much that time. Oh, you're so panicked." Xi Gaoyuan said twice exaggeratedly, "Why were you in such a hurry to grab the phone just now? Are you afraid of being rejected?"
He remained indifferent and continued to say only one word: "Don't worry about my business."
"What's wrong? If you don't want us to intervene, you're just going to sit there and wait for someone to fall in love with you? A man should take the initiative. What's the use of hesitating?"
"That's right, that's right." Zhao Binlin followed suit and said, "Let's ask him, he's handsome, rich, and young, which girl can stand up to him over time?"
Jiang Wen's forehead swelled, "Is this the end?"
"Forget it, forget it. I won't say any more. You'll get angry if I say too much."
Xi Gaoyuan said leisurely: "If you really can't catch up with her, then learn how to be a qualified college idol. Don't hang yourself on a tree. It's embarrassing."
Ignoring their teasing, Jiang Wen lowered his head to check his phone again.
No new messages received.
I opened the chat interface and saw that the last reply was from him.
After looking for a few more seconds, there was still no message. Jiang Wen closed WeChat and put his phone on the table.
The weather was surprisingly good during the two days of the sports meet. On the second afternoon, Feng Ning finished the 100-meter semi-final and returned to his seat panting. While tying his shoelaces, he heard an anxious voice: "Ning Ning!"
Feng Ning turned her head and saw Shuang Yao. She was puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Who did you offend?" Shuang Yao looked at her strangely and handed her something.
On a few sheets of A4 white paper, there is a hidden poem printed:
When I encounter his anger, I would rather go to the Xiang River.
A short stay in Beijing on March 7th.
"Where did this come from?" Feng Ning was stunned. He turned it over and saw that there was still some glue that had not dried yet.
"I found it when I went to the toilet." Shuang Yao lowered her voice, "Who did you offend? Why are you accused of being a mistress?"
Feng Ning thought: "Which toilet?"
"It's on the first floor of South Building 2."
“Just these few?”
"Um."
Feng Ning still looked calm and composed, "Okay, it's okay. I'll explain it to you another day. Go back to class first."
There are toilets posted, so there must be more than one.
Feng Ning went to the teaching building near the playground to look for it. She went around the first, second, third and fourth floors, tearing them off one by one, grabbing a handful of waste paper. When she went to the laboratory building, she found that several pieces of paper had been pasted in the corridor as well.
There is also a ladies' restroom.
Feng Ning was thinking about the culprit behind this incident. Just when he thought of the target, the door behind him made a creaking sound.
Looking back, a figure flashed by and the door was closed.
Feng Ning walked over to pull the door, twisted it for a long time, but it wouldn't open, and it wouldn't open when pushed. He didn't know if it was locked from the outside or if something was blocking it.
The first and second grade students have been holding sports events these past two days, so few people have come. Feng Ning shook his head, almost laughing out of anger. Looking at the time, there is about an hour left before the 1500-meter event starts.
These idiots, don’t they know that mobile phones can make calls
Fortunately, the signal here is pretty good. Feng Ning called Shuang Yao and asked her to come over and open the door.
As a result, Shuangyao followed her instructions and searched for a long time but still couldn't find the specific location. Finally, Feng Ning cursed and opened a WeChat sharing location for her.
Shuangyao used scissors to pry the wire wrapped around the door handle and shouted anxiously, "Fengning, are you okay?!"
"What can happen to me?" Feng Ning shouted back with full energy.
Shuang Yao felt relieved. After fiddling with the door for a long time, she finally opened it. "This is too scary. Who is so vicious?"
Feng Ning clapped his hands and said, "You are quite clever this time. You brought a pair of scissors. Your IQ has gone up a level."
"You still have the mind to joke!"
Feng Ning frowned: "I know who it is."
"who?"
Feng Ning grabbed her hand and walked forward quickly, "Jiang asked about his ex-girlfriend."
Shuang Yao was dragged weakly: "I told you not to provoke others, but you were still so arrogant. Now you are being punished by the girlfriend."
"Fuck it." Feng Ning cursed, "These girls are really stupid. They must have watched Meteor Garden too much to get the inspiration."
Shuang Yao chased after her: "Hey, hey, where are you going?"
"Account."
Walking quickly to the gymnasium, Feng Ning calculated the time and found that there was still half an hour left for registration. She grabbed a passerby and asked, "Excuse me, do you know which class Cheng Jiajia is in?"
Cheng Jiajia was quite famous in her grade, and someone gave her directions without her having to ask twice.
Feng Ning walked straight to Class 12’s territory.
Cheng Jiajia was holding a parasol and chatting with her friends on WeChat. Suddenly, a pair of white sneakers appeared in front of her and the umbrella above her head was knocked twice.
"Are you Cheng Jiajia?" Feng Ning bent down with a smile.
She was not very tall, and she wore loose sports shorts, with long and straight legs. She tied her hair into a high ponytail, and she looked fiercely beautiful.
The people from Class 12 sitting nearby all saluted this side, and there were whispers of discussion.
Cheng Jiajia was a little nervous and asked calmly, "Yes, I am. What's wrong?"
"Do you know me?"
Cheng Jiajia moved aside a little and said nothing.
Feng Ning said calmly: "Are you the one who bullied me?"
"I don't understand what you are saying. Please don't act like a shrew." Cheng Jiajia didn't like the feeling of being laughed at in public. She stood up and wanted to leave, but was held down by someone.
Feng Ning leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don't you understand?" She stuffed a pile of waste paper in her hand into Cheng Jiajia's arms, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, what's the matter? You don't dare to trouble Jiang Wen after breaking up, are you picking on the weak?"
The next moment, the girl next to him couldn't help it anymore, "You still have the nerve to ask Jiang Wen, stealing someone else's boyfriend, do you have any shame?"
Feng Ning looked at her with a gloomy face, "Who are you?"
The girl stiffened her neck, with a look of disdain and disgust on her face: "Why do you care who I am? It's you who really can't hide your desire to climb up the social ladder. What era is it now? You're still dreaming of being Cinderella. Aren't you ashamed?"
There were many rich kids in Qide, but the Jiang family's status as a wealthy family in South City was obvious to all. Jiang Wen and Cheng Jiajia were together, and many people were waiting to see the joke. After they broke up at the speed of light, gossip spread. There were all kinds of rumors, and many of them mentioned Feng Ning. Cheng Jiajia and her friends had long been dissatisfied.
"My dear classmate, I think it is not shameful to dream of being a Cinderella. On the contrary, it is shameful to laugh at other people's dreams."
Feng Ning stared at her, his seriousness mixed with contempt: "Lechers beget lechery. I see that you are quite old and your class consciousness is quite serious. Since you think being with Jiang Wen is climbing up the social ladder, then you have exposed your inner thoughts invisibly - you put yourself in the position of an inferior, you are a loser."
Being ridiculed by her, the girl was furious: "You are the inferior one! You are the loser!"
Feng Ning was too lazy to argue with her. He looked back at Cheng Jiajia and said word by word through gritted teeth: "It is stupid and useless to vent your anger on irrelevant people. Especially your low-level tricks can't hurt me at all. I can't think of another word to describe you except childish."
She looked a little ruthless: "I won't bother with you this time, but if you provoke me again next time, don't blame me for being rude!"
After saying that, Feng Ning smiled gently at Cheng Jiajia and left.
After the quarrel, Feng Ning went to the 1500-meter registration office to get her clothes as if nothing had happened. After she put them on, she took a long breath, twisted her waist left and right, and began to warm herself up and stretch her legs.
Shuang Yao was beside her helping her get her coat. She really admired her good attitude. "I've never met someone with a stronger mentality than you in my life. One second you were locked up in a small dark room, and you had a fight during the run. The next second you were running as if nothing had happened. I really admire you."
"If I can be scared by such a little trick, would I still be your idol?" The proud and conceited expression appeared on her face again.
"Yes, yes, you are my idol for life."
There were very few people who signed up for the 1500 event, barely one person from each class. The school only arranged one event, with the semifinals and finals being run at once. This was the last event of the day, and many people gathered on the sidelines to watch the excitement.
After the gun went off, a boy followed a girl and ran along, making a lot of noise.
After running nearly four laps, Feng Ning kept adjusting her breathing and relaxing her facial expressions. After the second lap, she was exhausted and her steps became heavier. She wiped the sweat off her face and looked straight ahead.
The squad leader organized a "medical team" to wait at the finish line, ready to serve Feng Ning who had just finished the long-distance run. Zhao Binlin also forcibly pulled Jiang Wen over.
"Damn, Feng Ning is really strong."
Xi Gaoyuan was in awe. "This girl can drink brandy and run 1,500 kilometers. I really respect her."
In the third lap, sweat kept dripping, gradually blurring my vision.
No matter how tired or hard it is, she will definitely persevere to the end. That's the kind of person she is.
Feng Ning turned the corner and counted down in his heart: three, two, one.
The squad leader jumped up excitedly, "Damn, Feng Ning is actually speeding up!"
She was like a gust of wind blowing past. This gust of wind was full of blood, blowing through the stands where Class 9 was standing, causing a round of cheers.
One hundred meters to go.
Feng Ning sprinted hard, surpassing the girls in front one by one, and finally caught up with the first place.
The wind was whistling in his ears. The moment he crossed the finish line, Feng Ning couldn't help but rush forward for more than ten meters before slowly stopping.
He placed his hands on his knees, breathing uncontrollably.
Someone staggered two steps and came in front of her.
Feng Ning raised his eyes slightly and glanced. It was Jiang Wen.
He was obviously pushed here by some busybodies. Those boys were gossiping and smiling like flowers. Jiang Wen felt uncomfortable and awkward for two seconds before handing her the mineral water. "This is for you, class monitor."
Meng Taoyu was so surprised, happy and excited that she wanted to follow, but Zhao Binlin pulled her back, "Hey, hey, hey, why are you joining in the fun? You have no sense at all!"
After a long run, you can't sit down, you need to walk slowly and wait for your body to recover. After the 1500-meter run, today's competition is basically completed. After the game, each class packed up their things and walked towards the exit of the gymnasium one after another.
At the strong request of the squad leader, Jiang Wen, a member of the medical team, was forced to accompany the female hero Feng Ning to walk around the playground.
I couldn't speak for a long time, my throat was like a broken organ. Feng Ning drank water silently, and when he spoke again, his voice was still a little hoarse: "Jiang Wen, did you break up with Cheng Jiajia?"
He came back to his senses, a little confused: "What."
She looked him over and asked directly, "Because of me?"
Jiang Wen: "...No."
Jiang Wen walked on the left, his hair was cut short and his neck was very white. He wore a denim jacket, blocking out the dark orange sunset light.
Feng Ning was still a little exhausted: "How long did you talk?"
"have no idea."
"Is there a week?"
Jiang Wen said calmly: "No."
"You don't like her?"
"Um."
"But she likes you, you know that?"
Jiang Wen frowned and looked at her: "She likes me, what does it have to do with me?"
"Then why are you with her?"
Jiang Wen was speechless.
"You agreed to be with her, it was your own choice. You broke up with her, it was also a matter between the two of you."
Feng Ning was both a jerk and a snob, with a sinister expression: "Everyone has a dark side and a bad taste. So my point of view is that it's okay to play with other people's feelings, but first of all, you have to make sure that when you do these things, it won't affect others."
He reacted quickly: "Did Cheng Jiajia cause you trouble?"
She showed her signature arrogant expression: "I have already solved this problem, you don't have to worry about it, just take care of yourself."
Jiang Wen stopped and asked, "Me what?"
Feng Ning smiled mysteriously: "I hope you don't have trouble understanding love."
"... ..."
Jiang Wen looked at her.
"What's with that expression on your face?" Feng Ning asked with a smile.
Jiang Wen had a blank expression on his face. He said self-deprecatingly, "I played with her feelings. I will apologize to her." He emphasized the word "played with". "What about you?"
"Me what?"
Jiang Wen didn't realize that he was speaking out of tune: "Am I also your evil taste?"
Just as he finished speaking, the clear and gentle voice of the announcer suddenly rang out from the radio station: The last song of the day, requested by an anonymous person, is dedicated to Jiang Moumou, a student from Class 9 of Senior 1—
Then, the entire playground was surrounded in all directions:
How could I not be sad? You advised me to put out the fire in my heart.
...
Who knows how much sorrow is hidden behind every expression and look.
...
Two people passed by and one of them asked, "What song is this?"
One person answered: "It seems to be, 'How to Say Love'?"
They walked away, but the last words came back with the wind: How funny, who does classmate Jiang love but can’t he express it
Feng Ning choked on a mouthful of water.
All the blood in Jiang Wen's body rushed to his forehead.