Now everyone nearby looked over, and each of them was trying to hold back their expressions, wanting to laugh but not daring to be too excited.
In any case, Jiang Wendu was still just a young boy, and his emotions and desires were still immature. These words had a great impact and severely stimulated his fragile boyish heart.
He was so embarrassed that his face quickly turned from pale to red, and he said in a low voice: "Are you a hooligan?"
A boy also turned around and teased her, "Hey, hey, hey, Feng Ning, what's wrong with you? You're always thinking about the class hunk?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Feng Ning asked leisurely, "What else? Are you the one I want to attack?"
The man was just making a joke out of nothing, but was left speechless. He came to his senses and said angrily, "Fuck, forget it. Don't be a toad wanting to eat swan meat."
Unexpectedly, Feng Ning rolled up the book, tapped Jiang Wen's wrist lightly, and said with a smile, "Handsome boy, what kind of toad do you like?"
The other boys were completely laughing and slamming their heads on the table. The noise was so loud that everyone in the class looked over to see what was going on.
Jiang Wen's expression changed several times. He had no time to think and turned his head away in embarrassment.
It's not like he hasn't been confessed to in public before, no matter how big or exaggerated. But never like this time, it's not right to get angry, and it's not right not to get angry. There is also some inexplicable nervousness and helplessness. He actually feels very embarrassed, but he can't seem to find the reason.
The news that Jiang Wen was molested by a girl in public spread quickly.
During dinner, someone from another class who I knew would rush over to Jiang Wen and pull his clothes with a wicked smile as soon as he saw him, saying, "Tsk tsk, let me see where the sexy mole on the top girl's face is?"
Jiang Wen cursed him as an idiot, dodged sideways and knocked his hand away.
As they laughed and joked, a girl not far away hesitated for a while and looked around. After being pushed and pulled by the sisters around her, she finally mustered up the courage, slowly moved her steps, approached their table, and asked cautiously, "Um, can I add you on WeChat?"
Jiang Wen turned his head after someone pushed his shoulder. He looked up a few inches and sized her up for two or three seconds. Lazily, his black eyelashes drooped, he said casually, "Sorry, I don't have a cell phone."
His attitude lacked a bit of sincerity, but it wasn't that he was arrogant, just perfunctory out of habit.
"Oh... OK." The girl couldn't hide her disappointed expression and left quickly.
Everyone at the table was used to it and started to make a noise, "Why is Jiang Wen getting more and more cruel to girls? Look, he's been spoiled to the point of not being able to behave himself!"
Zhao Binlin snorted, "As handsome guys, we should be so reserved even with pretty girls, okay? Only ugly people are not reserved."
Xi Gaoyuan touched Jiang Wen's head and asked seriously, "Hey, buddy, why is there steam coming out of your head?"
"Get lost." Jiang Wen raised his hand to ruffle his hair and glanced at him lazily, "What are you angry about?"
“So handsome!”
Burst into laughter.
Tong Erdie poked at the rice in front of her, poking a hole in it before she stopped. Until someone called her name. She was absent-minded, looking to the side. After a while, she pulled out a piece of paper and stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom."
When she passed by the table, she deliberately slowed down her pace. As the group of people were playing, Jiang Wen seemed to raise his head slightly and glanced at her.
Tong Erdie walked over step by step, distractedly wondering if he had looked at her more than once. She felt very nervous and wanted to turn around to confirm, but she couldn't.
If he turned away so blatantly, how would he be different from those girls who usually pester him
After the sudden joy, there was a feeling of emptiness and disappointment. She bit her lips, her heart beating violently, thinking of the day they first met.
It was raining heavily that day, and there was fog, so visibility on the road was very low. Tong Erdie had just left the dormitory building when she slipped and bumped into someone. She felt pain and looked at the person she was hit by.
He was holding an umbrella, tall and thin, with a wrist bone like a bamboo branch. He looked up again. He was wearing a low-cut black T-shirt, with his collarbone raised, and a pattern on his chest was a broken and withered red rose, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
She had short black hair, a pale face, light eyelashes, a small brown mole next to her eyebrow, and the tail of her eye was slightly raised, which made her look extremely cold.
Tong Erdie took a step back subconsciously, almost forgetting to breathe for a moment, and blinked twice. She had never seen anyone look so good.
It was very similar to the scene in the comics. The people around her blurred into the background, not very clear. He slowly tilted his head, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at her. His eyebrows were long and his eyes were so high and mighty.
On the way to class, her female companion told her that the boy was called Jiang Wen, and that many girls in the school were interested in him and that he was very popular. Tong Erdie's mind was already a mess, and she was absent-minded, but she remembered the name firmly.
The second time she saw him was one night. In the dim sky, she sat in the classroom, looking out the window at the corridor.
A girl stood in front of Jiang Wen with misty eyes, holding his wrist, looking up and crying as she spoke. How could she cry even though she knew so many people were laughing at her
But he kept frowning from beginning to end, and there was no change in his eyes or expression.
Someone in the back was chattering, looking like they were enjoying a good show, and whispered about her lack of reserve, "Oh, that's so embarrassing."
"Yeah, yeah, she must have collapsed after she found out Jiang Wen was with that guy from Class 6."
"What, are you sure? Who is in Class 6? Is this true?"
"I don't know the details, but someone must have seen Jiang Wen having dinner with her or something, so it should be pretty close."
"We are from two different worlds, why bother?"
... ...
Tong Erdie pricked up her ears, her mind wandering. When she came to her senses, she found that the ink on her homework book had smudged into a circle.
She couldn't write a single word, and a strong fear welled up in her heart - she would become like the girl outside the classroom, deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate herself, and become a laughing stock of others.
Back in the dormitory at night, in the darkness and silence, Tong Erdie lay on the bed and cried secretly. She didn't dare to cry too loudly, for fear of being heard by her roommates.
It’s nothing actually.
Jiang Wen was someone she shouldn't even think about.
Before dark, Meng Hanmo brought some fruits to see Feng Ning, and he called her to come out to the school gate.
He was smoking. Feng Ning squatted on the flower bed beside him and talked to him, chewing half a candy in his mouth.
The old security guard in the security room seemed to be hesitant to speak and looked over here for a long time.
"Brother, you smoke so much. Do you want some water? I'll buy you a bottle."
Meng Hanmo put out the remaining half of his cigarette, a nonchalant smile on his lips, "No need, I'll be leaving soon, I have something else to do later."
"Are you still watching over the place over there, Brother Ma?"
"No, I go over to help out occasionally. How about you, how is high school?"
"I don't feel anything special. I'm not used to group life and I don't feel very free. But I did meet a very nice girl. Oh, you don't know how charming I am. Now this kid has become my fan. By the way, if you have time, please help me look after my mom. I'm afraid she will get sick from being bored at home alone."
Meng Hanmo rubbed her hair and said, "I know."
Feng Ning peeled the orange, tore off half and handed it to his mouth, smiling, "Come on, let's have a competition. The old rules are, whoever finishes it first wins. The loser will be fined ten dollars."
Across the street, Jiang Wen took in the scene. At six or seven in the summer evening, the orange sunset slowly fell, and people came and went. He watched them quietly, and a truck drove by, blocking his view, and then drove away quickly.
A group of boys had just finished their meal and were chatting in groups of three or four. Someone said, "Master Jiang, please be careful when crossing the road."
Jiang Wen was awakened by the rising and falling noise in his ears. He barely found his voice and hummed.
When Zhao Binlin returned to the dormitory at night, he came out of the shower. He sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the basketball magazine he had just bought, and exclaimed that James was so handsome.
I talked a lot for a long time, but no one responded.
Jiang Wen said nothing, but leaned on his arm, his bony fingers resting on the desk, clearly not listening to his words.
Zhao Binlin finally realized something was wrong and looked at him. "Excuse me, who offended you?"
Jiang Wen said very coldly, "Stay away and don't talk to me."
Fengning Junior High School once taught Zhao Weichen how to chase the school beauty, and he said a very classic saying:
The most important thing to attract people is to make them get used to your presence. It doesn't matter if they hate you or not, or if you think they are sick. First of all, you need to make them feel that you are there, and make them get used to your presence. Then you are halfway to success.
So Feng Ning also "hooked up" Jiang Wen in this way, relying on the geographical advantage, and throwing sweets like loose chocolate lollipops on his desk whenever he had time.
The canned ones were too expensive, so she couldn't bear to buy them.
Jiang Wen was already used to rejecting others, so he skillfully mixed the things she gave him with other things and threw them all into the trash can without mercy.
But who is Feng Ning? She is a typical vase on the outside, but strong and invulnerable on the inside. She is not affected at all. I gave it to me, so you can throw it away if you want. She doesn't feel ignored at all.
After a few weeks of this, Jiang Wen was a little overwhelmed.
Jiang Wen was brought up in a strict family, and he was usually polite to everyone on the surface. But that was all fake, and once he got angry, he would look down on anyone.
After the last class on Friday, everyone was eager to go home, and Feng Ning packed up her things. The seats around her were vacant one by one, and she enjoyed this rare quietness. She took out her notebook and started writing 50 yuan paid notes for a poor student next door.
Jiang Wen directly placed the things on Feng Ning's desk and said condescendingly, "Thank you, you don't have to send me anything again in the future."
Feng Ning was writing furiously. She stopped, looked up blankly, and looked him up and down, asking calmly, "Why?"
After a moment of silence, Jiang asked, "I don't like it."
Feng Ning uttered a few "oh" sounds, tapped the paper with the tip of his pen, and asked solemnly, "So what do you like? I'll write it down."
He was so angry that he couldn't help saying, "I don't need it."
Feng Ning bared his teeth and said, "But I just want to give it to you."
He suddenly got angry and couldn't help but raise his voice, "Why did you give me something?!"
"Are you still asking this kind of question?" She tilted her head and said in a wicked tone, continuing to take notes, "You're asking even though you already know the answer."
"Do you really like to provoke people everywhere?" Jiang Wen suppressed his anger and smiled, but the smile was ugly.
She paused for two or three seconds before speaking, "Uh, who did I offend?"
"You know it well enough."
Jiang Wen hadn't changed into his school uniform yet. His blue and white short shirt was blown up by the wind, and his collar was dazzlingly white. It was still light at this time, and the red sunset glow shone through the gaps in the clouds. He was not very old, but the outline of his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be vividly drawn with a Chinese painting brush, and he also had a kind of overbearing arrogance that came from being spoiled since childhood.
What had she done to anger the young master in front of her? His harsh words were just like those of a middle-aged man who caught his wife cheating on him in bed.
Feng Ning thought about it carefully and said nothing.
"Heh." Jiang Wen propped his hands on her desk, leaned down, and slowly gave her an extremely mean and sarcastic smile, his thin lips opening and closing, "You really tried your best to attract my attention. But I've seen a lot of girls like you, I advise you not to have any unrealistic fantasies about me. If you have this time, you might as well spend your time on studying, maybe there will be some way out."
Without waiting for her to say another word, he left without even looking at her.
After a moment, Feng Ning's blank face finally showed some expression. She wasn't angry, she was just confused and bewildered.
But... her mind flashed with the image of Jiang Wen when he left, with his slightly pointed chin raised and his face full of nobility and coldness.
Feng Ning couldn't help but smile.
—He looks like a little peacock.