When Jiang Ning rushed to the school, there were people from the student union at the school gate checking the nameplate.
Hengchu didn't pay much attention to rituals, even if he didn't wear a nameplate on weekdays, he just had to sneak around, and the group of students in the student union wouldn't be very strict.
But this morning when Jiang Ning swooped in, he was bounced back solidly. A deep and angry voice rang in my ears: "Where did you go so early in the morning?"
People around looked over one after another.
Si Xiangming and Tan Pengxing who were not far away also looked this way with great interest. Every time it was Xu Mingyi's turn to be on duty, Xu Mingyi was not interested in coming, but today he didn't know what happened. Wandering at the door. They bet whether Xu Mingyi would wait for Zhong Congshuang or Hu Shanshan.
Well, now I know who he is blocking.
What a surprise.
"What's none of your business?" Jiang Ning angrily squatted down to pick up the pencil case that fell out of her schoolbag.
Xu Mingyi wanted to reach out to help her, but before her hand touched her pen, she quickly picked it up first and put it back in her schoolbag in a hurry.
Xu Mingyi's fingers stiffened.
He stood up straight, with the student union's armband wrapped around his shoulders, and his face became even uglier.
Jiang Ning missed the previous few times. He washed his face with cold water at six o'clock this morning and went to Jiang's house, but he was still in vain.
Zheng Ruonan said that Jiang Ning was very diligent these days, and went to school very early, but unfortunately he had already left home.
So Xu Mingyi quickly returned to school.
But looking at his watch, Jiang Ning arrived at the school at half past seven.
This shows that she stayed somewhere else for at least an hour.
"Aunt Zheng said that you wake up very early recently, and asked me what time you arrived at school." Xu Mingyi moved out of Zheng Ruonan without changing his expression.
Jiang Ning zipped up her schoolbag, frowned and said, "I'm going to a classmate's home for tutoring, so you have to give a small report?"
"Why didn't I know that you went to a classmate's house for tutoring?"
Xu Mingyi was a little angry for some reason. At some point, Jiang Ning quietly withdrew from his life. The person who used to tell him everything was hard to find her now.
He said: "Which classmate's house are you going to? I can help you with tutoring."
"No need." Jiang Ning interrupted him.
"Jiang Ning, have you taken the wrong medicine recently?!" Xu Mingyi finally said angrily.
Not taking the wrong medicine can't explain her recent behavior of alienating him.
At first Xu Mingyi thought that Jiang Ning was simply angry, and that he would be fine in a few days, and that it would be fine to deal with it coldly, but who knows how long it has been, she never came to him on her own initiative.
This has never happened in his childhood memory.
Even when she saw Zhong Congshuang pull his sleeve, she... walked away without looking back.
"Don't make trouble for nothing." Jiang Ning also said angrily: "When the time comes, both of you will be late and I will be the only one who will be scolded."
Xu Mingyi took a deep breath and calmed himself down: "Let's talk."
Jiang Ning looked at him with a complicated expression: "Then let's talk."
Jiang Ning picked a nearby milk tea shop next to the school, and walked straight over. Xu Mingyi followed her, feeling very uncomfortable... He suddenly realized that Jiang Ning used to follow behind him, watching his back.
It turns out that looking at the other person's back and walking forward without looking back is such an insecure thing.
After sitting down, Xu Mingyi had a cold face, he didn't know how to speak, he couldn't let go of his self-esteem, and asked Jiang Ning why he suddenly alienated him.
Jiang Ning cut straight to the point: "You treat me like a younger sister, don't you?"
Xu Mingyi didn't expect Jiang Ning to be so direct, he choked for a while, and said with a stiff neck, "Yes."
"That's just right. I just treat you as an older brother I've known since childhood. I used to be ignorant and always pester you. Please forgive me." Jiang Ning said lightly.
Xu Mingyi: "..."
Jiang Ning said again: "The adults jokingly said that they want to get married with children, it's all their business, we just don't take it seriously."
After returning from rebirth, Jiang Ning has never known how to face Xu Mingyi. There is only one human relationship, and when it is extinguished, it is completely gone. She can't take another risk in this life. What's more, the last thing that happened in her previous life also shocked her.
But on the other hand, Xu Mingyi in front of him is still fifteen years old, and he doesn't know that he will choose to save Zhong Congshuang in the future in a car accident. It seems too much for Jiang Ning to avenge the hatred of his previous life on a teenager.
So Jiang Ning chose not to owe him anything, and each went his own way in the future, leading their own lives.
Jiang Ning fiddled with the milk tea jelly cup in front of him, looked into his eyes, and said, "Everyone has grown up and is no longer a child. I have my own affairs and my own life. It’s impossible to run after your ass all day like in the past.”
"What are you kidding?" Xu Mingyi laughed angrily.
For some reason, there was a stabbing pain in his heart.
She is always pestering him, and when he wants to play with him, he finds her annoying.
But when she suddenly matured a lot and stopped being a rascal to him, he suddenly lost something as if empty.
Xu Mingyi was inexplicably irritable: "Jiang Ning, don't make trouble, I'm not talking about this kind of talk. If I annoyed you some time ago, you can tell me directly. The pile of game cards I bought haven't been opened yet. Feng, you forced me to buy Super Mario last month, so you don't want to come and play now?"
Jiang Ning looked at Xu Mingyi, but suddenly wanted to ask something.
She still couldn't figure out why Xu Mingyi would make such a choice in the car accident before the class reunion.
At that time, she and Zhong Congshuang in the back seat were also covered in blood. Could it be that Xu Mingyi chose to save her first because Zhong Congshuang seemed to be more seriously injured and her legs were crushed
Yan Yixie's car followed them and was also affected by the car accident, but when Jiang Ning looked through the blood-smeared glass, he saw him running towards her without hesitation.
Jiang Ning couldn't question what Xu Mingyi thought in her previous life, she could only be silent for a while, and asked the fifteen-year-old Xu Mingyi in front of her: "How did you feel about Zhong Congshuang when you were young?"
The word "young period" was used strangely, but Xu Mingyi didn't realize it.
He froze for a moment: "Zhong Congshuang?"
Xu Mingyi said: "She is different from you. Her family is poor, but she is persistent and hardworking. Someone bullied her in the class before. I couldn't bear it, so I helped her twice."
Hearing the word "poor", Jiang Ning didn't want to continue listening.
Everyone is more pitiful than her Jiang Ning, she is the strongest one.
Jiang Ning sneered, "Okay."
Xu Mingyi wanted to say something, but Jiang Ning left.
Xu Mingyi turned his head and looked at the milk tea jelly on the table that Jiang Ning hadn't touched, feeling a little restless in his heart.
He just wants everything to go back to how it was before.
The current Jiang Ning made him too uncomfortable, as if something important in his life had been suddenly dug out.
He couldn't understand Jiang Ning's words, what grew up and didn't matter anymore... nonsense.
Xu Mingyi recalled the conversation between the two of them.
Is it because...
Zhong Congshuang
On the one hand, he couldn't help complaining that Jiang Ning was extremely cautious when he was a child, and he even cared about helping his classmates casually, but on the other hand, he felt a little more at ease in his heart...
If it's because of Zhong Congshuang, is Jiang Ning still jealous
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Because of Xu Mingyi, Jiang Ning was late.
She was dragged in the corridor by the head teacher and criticized bitterly, "You still want to transfer to Class 1 just like you", before she returned to her seat in despair.
At this moment, Xu Mingyi must have been welcomed in by a group of teachers smiling.
I'm so mad, why is there such a big gap between people.
"When my next exam is soaring, Lao Wang will definitely regret agreeing to transfer me to class one." Jiang Ning sat down and opened the book, muttering softly.
Lan Zhenzhen laughed out loud, and reached out to touch Jiang Ning's forehead: "It's only morning, Jiang Ning, why are you falling asleep?"
Jiang Ning: "..."
Jiang Ning knows how everyone sees her.
The group of buddies around Xu Mingyi, Zhong Congshuang, Hu Shanshan, the classmates in his class, and the old lady and Jiang Rourou, probably think that she can't support the wall with mud, counting down all the year round, and she is no different from Jiang Fan .
That's why when she said she wanted to make up lessons for Jiang Fan, the old lady murmured behind her back, "Fifty steps say I need to help a hundred steps."
Don't hesitate to steam a steamed bun.
Jiang Ning was determined to do well in the next monthly exam, or at least let the old lady slap her in the face.
So for the next day, Jiang Ning didn't leave his seat, and continued to review the last time, reading the information books until he felt dizzy.
But all the knowledge has already been outlined in her mind, and now it's just a matter of reviewing it.
Therefore, it is also very fast.
Before school, there is an evening meeting as usual.
The evening meeting is a tradition in Hengchu. Every Friday there will be some free time. Students with good grades from a class go to each class to exchange ways to improve their grades, and grade each class.
To be honest, Jiang Ning has always felt that this tradition is of no use except to improve the self-esteem of those top students.
Because in just half an hour, it is impossible for students in other classes to get any effective information from a class of top students.
However, the school thought that such exchanges would help stimulate the students' motivation, so they continued until high school.
Jiang Ning suspected that Yan Yixie didn't come to school very often because of such annoying school regulations.
It is more difficult to let him go to other classes to give lectures than to let him overturn the school.
Today, there are three students from Class 1 who came to Class 3 to exchange English.
Two of them happened to be Zhong Congshuang and Jiang Rourou.
These three people are very fluent in English, almost killing the students in the third class.
Jiang Rourou also knows how to restrain the light.
Zhong Congshuang, on the other hand, made full use of the rights granted to him by the school, and frequently asked the students in Class 3 to read some awkward vocabulary, ask some relatively uncommon grammar questions, and lowered his head to score in a small book.
The third class is a bunch of useless wood, how can they keep up with their rhythm, the boys sitting in the back can't even understand the questions they ask in English.
A boy who was woken up by Zhong Congshuang couldn't answer.
Zhong Congshuang raised his chin and continued to ask in English: "I learned this in textbooks. Why can't you answer it? Didn't your teacher teach it?"
The tall boy blushed.
This is why the classes at the end of the crane loathe the school tradition, and every Friday evening meeting is a tragic blow to their self-confidence.
Another girl answered.
Zhong Congshuang was still dissatisfied: "Your accent is too Chinglish."
After finishing speaking, Zhong Congshuang read the answer fluently.
The girl looked like she was trying to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Being criticized by a teacher is not the same as being criticized by peers, especially in front of so many people in the class.
This year, not everyone can afford extra-curricular cram schools, hire foreign teachers, or buy tapes.
A poor English accent means a mediocre family background.
The girl's eyes were already red.
Lan Zhenzhen lay on the table, afraid of being spotted by Zhong Congshuang, she whispered to Jiang Ning: "The people in this class are too proud."
Jiang Ning brushed his head and brushed the questions, noncommittal.
Zhong Congshuang is indeed sharp and aggressive, and doesn't know how to restrain himself, but Jiang Ning plans to engage in the dance and performing arts industry in the future, and she is not on the same track as her, so Jiang Ning has no interest in getting serious with her.
Zhong Congshuang's eyes were imperceptibly swept towards her.
Zhong Congshuang whispered to Jiang Rourou beside her, "How is your sister's English?"
"It's not that good," Jiang Rourou said in a low voice, "but don't point at her, she has a bad temper, and if she can't answer, she wants to scold you."
Jiang Rourou still has lingering fears about the quarrel at home last night.
She used to cling to Jiang's father and please Zheng Ruonan, so she could survive at home, but recently Zheng Ruonan has become more and more fond of Jiang Ning, saying that she will be transferred from the private dance class to the small group class.
The family's economic power is controlled by Zheng Ruonan, Jiang Rourou has no choice but to endure the humiliation and wait for the time when Jiang's father wants to ask Jiang Ning to pass.
Zhong Congshuang was very disapproving. Jiang Ning has a bad temper, but she is calm and well-educated.
It's just that before Zhong Conshuang called Jiang Ning to get up, the head teacher of the third class at the back of the classroom couldn't sit still.
The whole class was suppressed by the aura of the students in Class 1. They were as quiet as chickens, and they didn't dare to raise their heads. It was so embarrassing for him!
However, there is indeed no one with good grades in his class, what should I do
The head teacher suddenly remembered that Jiang Ning came to his office not long ago, and he could understand those English letters at a glance.
If a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, the worst thing is to lose someone again. Anyway, Jiang Ning has a thick skin.
He coughed and said, "Jiang Ning, get up and talk to the outstanding students in class one."
Jiang Ning: "..."
No matter how lying down, he was shot.
Jiang Rourou looked at Jiang Ning in surprise, what's going on, the teacher in class three seems to think highly of her
Since it was her head teacher who asked her to get up, it wouldn't be deliberate to order her.
Zhong Congshuang smiled and said, "Jiang Ning from class three."
Jiang Ning had no choice but to stand up, looking at Zhong Congshuang expressionlessly.
She is studying at the Royal Academy of Dance abroad, and she tours the stage every year. Why on earth is Zhong Conshuang so hard to think about provoking her
Even if she wanted to pretend that her mind was empty, those new concepts of English seemed to her to be 1+1=2, and she couldn't make a mistake of counting it as 3.
"You read this and explain the grammar."
Zhong Congshuang deliberately chose a long and complicated sentence with three lines, which was mixed with many super-long words such as "zaberni□□" and "floccinaucinihilipilification".
Lan Zhenzhen was nervous for a while, as if she was the one who was about to face a moment of embarrassment, she couldn't bear to read it, and buried her head behind the book.
"You're bullying, aren't you? Let her read it by herself first." The boy at the back table said angrily in a low voice, "Jiang Ning, don't read it. Instead of stumbling around, it's better to be cool and not open your mouth at all."
Who knows, next.
The whole class heard a perfect and beautiful English accent.
"..."
Everyone in the class raised their heads and looked at Jiang Ning with their mouths wide open.
Jiang Ning paused, and then read the passage that Zhong Congshuang gave her. The accent was no worse than those sexy voices in British dramas. It was beautiful, smooth and silky, making the whole class doubt their own ears.
After she finished reading, she casually structured a long sentence and explained the grammar.
Then, before Zhong Conshuang and Jiang Rourou on the podium could react, she glanced at Zhong Congshuang and smiled harmlessly: "I've finished reading, now you read it again? See if you are qualified to teach me? "
His face flushed into the color of pig liver and soon turned into Zhong Congshuang.