Zhong Congshuang gripped the book with pale fingers, and pretended to be calm: "It's nothing, you may just memorize this paragraph by chance."
The students in class three looked at Jiang Ning nervously, for fear that Jiang Ning would lose.
Unexpectedly, before Zhong Congshuang finished speaking, Jiang Ning read out the passage that Zhong Congshuang just used to demonstrate, which is better than Zhong Congshuang's fluent and pleasant accent that Zhong Congshuang proudly thought just now. Dimensionality reduction rolling.
When did the group of three classes see such a graceful way of reciting like a stage play, they all looked at Jiang Ning with admiration.
When the bell finally rang, Zhong escaped from the frost. Jiang Rourou gave Jiang Ning a surprised look at another member of Class 1, and left quickly.
Fortunately, it was Zhong Congshuang who found the fault, and their embarrassment was a little bit better.
All the people in class three gathered around in surprise.
"Finally raised my eyebrows and exhaled for a while. I was so angry. I always feel that the girl surnamed Zhong did it on purpose. By the way, no one in our class offended her?"
Jiang Ning said guiltily, "No way." The number one culprit is here.
"I laughed so hard, look at her last face. But, Jiang Ning, be honest, did you secretly ask a foreign teacher to memorize it in advance? You are also a blind cat and a dead mouse."
"How to talk, Jiang Ning is a beautiful blind cat no matter what."
Jiang Ning: "..." Whoever made her a scumbag image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The homeroom teacher watched a group of teenagers and girls chirping from behind, and couldn't help but also laughed. He just came back to his senses when Jiang Ning recited the second paragraph, and recorded a video, intending to send it to Jiang Ning's parents to make them happy too .
He planned to call Jiang Ning to the office to find out about her recent studies.
But when he squeezed past a group of noisy students, Jiang Ning quickly disappeared with his schoolbag on his back.
head teacher:"… "
It's really faster than anyone else after school.
"Is there a person like Wen Congshuang in the first class?"
Half an hour later, Jiang Ning was already in Yan Yixie's villa, sitting on the floor, eating snacks and vividly describing what happened at the evening meeting.
The daily campus life is actually lackluster, but Jiang Ning still racks her brains to tell some interesting things every time she comes to thank Yan Yi.
Hearing Yan Yixie's question, Jiang Ning had three black lines on his forehead: "Zhong Congshuang, surnamed Zhong, was a monk who hit the clock for a day."
Being in the same class for two years, Ganqing Yan Yixie didn't remember anyone in the class at all.
"Why did she target you? Do you have personal grievances?" When Yan Yixie said this, his tone was chilling.
Jiang Ning quickly looked up at the butler.
She thought that since Yan Yixie had asked the housekeeper to investigate her family's private affairs and knew about her father's affairs, she should also know that she had been running after Xu Mingyi's ass all day since wearing crotch pants, and Zhong Congshuang seemed to like Xu Mingyi.
Could it be that Yan Yixie didn't know
The housekeeper stood behind Yan Yixie, still standing up straight with his hands folded.
Drenched in cold sweat, he shook his head at Jiang Ning.
When Jiang Ning first found the old castle, someone broke into the young master's life with great difficulty, causing some disturbances in the young master's lifeless life. He also concealed part of the information, and did not know everything about the young master.
Let's talk about it now, I'm afraid it's too late, the young master must have thought that he was deliberately deceiving, and he would undoubtedly be furious.
Jiang Ning immediately understood the butler's expression.
"What are you guys looking at?" Yan Yi asked displeasedly, and turned to stare at the housekeeper.
The old butler quickly recovered his expressionless face.
Jiang Ning could only joke about it: "Probably because she is jealous of my good looks."
When she said this, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't help but blush a little.
I thought the young man would laugh at her, but he nodded thoughtfully: "So that's the case."
Jiang Ning: "..."
Jiang Ning couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising, and changed the subject: "Why don't I push you to walk by the river."
"No." Yan Yixie habitually refused.
Yan Yixie actually doesn't like to go out, let alone appear in crowded places. The eyes of others often fall on his legs indistinctly, with either surprise or pity in their eyes.
It wasn't just one or two gangsters who came to seek death like last time.
Although Yan Yixie has been able to turn a blind eye to other people's gazes for so many years, he often finds it troublesome to deal with them.
Jiang Ning said: "Summer is almost over, the next time you go out will be autumn."
Yan Yixie looked out the French window.
From spring to autumn, the trees in the yard will always be those few trees, growing, withering, withered, and covered with snow. He almost closes his eyes, and he can still describe the monotonous scene he faces day after day.
but…
At this moment, there seems to be something different. The reeds dancing with the wind and the fireflies in the midsummer night will jump out of my mind.
The heart beat slightly.
It seemed that the gray and white suddenly had a hint of color.
Seeing that the young man was silent, Jiang Ning walked behind him involuntarily, and suddenly pushed his wheelchair forward: "Don't hesitate, silence is a promise, let's go play by the river."
Yan Yi said angrily, "Let go!"
Jiang Ning let go obediently, and said aggrievedly: "Let go, let go, can you not be angry at every turn?"
Yan Yixie buckled the remote control of the automatic wheelchair with his right hand, and said awkwardly, "Who is angry?"
After a few seconds, he said: "Don't touch your hands, I can walk by myself."
The old butler smiled slightly, watching the back of Yan Yixie pushing the wheelchair and Jiang Ning out, he was only a distance behind, and followed with a blanket in his arms.
It was still very hot in the evening, and the setting sun was sinking from the edge of the sea in the distance. From the sky to the sea, it was like a dye vat pouring down, from blood red to orange red, and then gradually transitioned from crimson to golden blue.
Yan Yixie and Jiang Ning walked through the reeds last time and stopped by the river.
From here, you can vaguely see many people playing on the lower-lying beach in the distance, but it is very quiet here, the wind blows the reeds rustling, as if whispering beside the ear.
Jiang Ning put his schoolbag aside, squatted by the river, and stretched out his hand to test the water.
Cold and clear.
You can also vaguely see fish swimming through it.
Jiang Ning has not seen the river in Haishi for many years since she went to study abroad. She is full of nostalgia for her girlhood. In the stream.
The girl's ankles were white and slender, and the setting sun shone in the stream, as if it had plated a light layer of gold on her skin.
She looks soft and lively in baby blue short sleeves and white trousers.
Yan Yixie paused, don't start, and said coldly: "Hurry up, be careful not to drown."
Jiang Ning choked for a moment, couldn't help picking up a handful of water, and splashed two drops of water on Yan Yixie's face: "Do you have to speak so badly?"
Yan Yixie looked into the distance expressionlessly, and the wind brushed against his pale forehead: "Then what should I say?"
Jiang Ning looked at him and said with a smile, "For example, I'm worried about you, so hurry up."
Yan Yixie's face darkened: "Stop being narcissistic, who will worry about you? Even if you drown, I won't save you."
After he finished speaking, no one answered.
There was a long silence in the river.
Yan Yixie was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned his head away, where could he see Jiang Ning
Only where there is a vortex in the depths of the river, a string of splashes emerged.
"Jiang Ning, stop making trouble." Yan Yixie said in a deep voice.
He knew that Jiang Ning was very good at water.
"Jiang Ning, if you make trouble again, I will leave you behind."
Still no one answered, the river was suffocatingly still.
There was only one place under the water that could not be seen clearly, and bubbles kept coming out.
In an instant, Yan Yixie's expression changed suddenly.
He jumped down without thinking.
The figure of the boy in white looks like a fish that refuses to turn back in the setting sun.