Chapter 11 I don't want to lose face?
The boy lost the cover of his hat, and his glaring facial features were exposed to the air.
Because it wasn't long after she came out of the bathroom, her short short hair was still damp, and a few strands stuck to her face.
Those eyes are beautiful.
It is clearly stained with faint blood, but it contains a cool and wild nature, which is particularly attractive.
Bowed his head, reached out his hand to feel in the bag he had put down, Jun Gu raised his eyes and looked away.
Accompanied by the thing in his hand, he threw it towards Gong Jiuan like a parabola.
Raising his hand to catch the object, Gong Jiu glanced at him inexplicably, then lowered his eyebrows and looked down, a little surprised.
A box of chewing gum lay quietly in her palm, the most common Yida.
"The receiver gave it to me. I don't want to eat it."
Pulled up a chair and sat down, Jun Gu turned on the computer.
Jiang Xiying on the side stopped eating melon seeds, stared, moved to the side of Gong Jiuan, and leaned over her head, "Chewing gum? You just give this to others?"
Jun Gu Ni glanced at him: "Is it me or you?"
So much bullshit.
Jiang Xiying smacked her lips: "No one is short of this thing, why don't you consider giving it to me..."
He bought a lot of snacks, but he didn't buy this chewing gum.
Hearing the words, Jun Gu lifted the frame of the mirror, his watery lips curled up slightly, and there was an inexplicable meaning in the gentleness and elegance: "You want it? Yes, I will send someone to bring it to you tomorrow."
Jiang Xiying stopped grunting, shrank her neck subconsciously, and moved in the direction of Gong Jiuhan: "No, don't bother, I don't like this food either."
Knocking my own melon seeds silently.
You don't care if you don't laugh, and you can kill people invisible with a smile.
Scary scary.
"Thanks."
Opening the desk box in front of him and putting the things in, Gong Jiu murmured his thanks.
Jiang Xiying handed over the bag of melon seeds in her hand, and glanced at the box on the table.
Why doesn't the delivery guy give him chewing gum?
Gong Jiu didn't grab the melon seeds, Jiang Xiying didn't force it, she put it aside and went to find comfort in her shopping bag.
"Thank you, no need, it's just convenient."
Averted his gaze, Jun Gu moved the mouse, and said calmly, not looking at anyone again.
Noble and elegant.
If he didn't know this guy's temperament well, Jiang Xiying might have the same cognition as ordinary people.
"A wolf in sheep's clothing!" Looking at Jun Gu, he curled his lips secretly and threw a piece of potato chips into his mouth.
The end of his eyes flicked slightly, Gong Jiuhan didn't say anything, he turned around and threw a piece of candy into his mouth.
Out of the corner of an eye, she glanced at the side face of that person Ruyu.
Finally landed on the screen of the phone in front of you.
The sound of Jiang Xiying pulling the bag of snacks was heard next to his ears.
Stroking the broken hair around his ears, Gong Jiu tilted his head silently, with a calm face.
ET…
Shen Ci...
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The class preparation bell tinged with ancient atmosphere rang throughout the huge campus.
Song Zixi stepped into the school in a hurry, and went to the teaching building in a leisurely manner.
He held the foggy blue school uniform jacket in his hand, and the corners of the white shirt occasionally rose.
Turning around the corner of the corridor, Song Zixi could clearly see an extremely familiar face moving back and forth in the corridor from a not too far away.
There is the position of Class F.
Frowning, Song Zixi walked over quickly, blocking the person who was about to step in.
Suddenly stopped by someone, seeing who was coming, Ye He took a step back and said impatiently: "Song Zixi, I'm not looking for you today, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, get out of the way."
Unexpectedly, Song Zixi lifted his long legs, stepped on the other side of the door frame, and looked at him with his head tilted.
"Whether you look for me or not, if you tell me to get out of the way, I will get out of the way. I don't want to lose face?"
Ye He's lips were drawn into a line, his eyes glanced at Song Zixi's legs, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets, "You don't have to let me in, is Gong Jiuan here? Could you please call me for me?" ?"
Withdrawing his feet and standing up straight, Song Zixi clasped his hands, his eyes filled with vigilance, "Didn't it be resolved very clearly last night? Why are you looking for Jiu'an? Why, do you still want to feel the bleeding from your nose?"
Ye He gave him a cold look, turned his head to look into the room, but saw nothing, so he had to look away.
"I'm not interested in you today, I don't want to quarrel with you, I have something to do with her, don't get in the way."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to push Song Zixi away.
Song Zixi choked his throat, shook off his hand, and said in a disgusted tone, "It's as if I'm interested in you, I warn you, don't come to trouble Jiuan again, we don't welcome you in Class F, goodbye, Classmate Ye."
After speaking, he turned and entered the classroom, and kicked the door shut by the way.
Ye He was "rejected" just like that.
Almost hit by the door.
Taking a deep breath, Ye He heard the class bell ringing again, calmed down the urge to beat Song Zixi up, stopped in front of the door for two seconds, turned and left.
He didn't notice that in the window in the middle as he passed by, Gong Jiu buried his head silently and lay quietly on the table.
Padded under her school uniform, half covered her head.
Lin Yao sat next to her.
There were voices in the classroom one after another.
It seems that they are discussing something interesting, but intermittent sights always come in their direction.
Lin Yao tightened her fingers holding the pen, and turned her head to look at the noisy person who was sleeping unconsciously.
Song Zixi went to sit down, but was bumped on the shoulder.
"Zi Xi, what were you doing standing at the door for a long time?"
The cut boy asked.
Put the backpack into the desk box, Song Zixi glanced at the window subconsciously.
The boy was soundly asleep.
Lowered his head and continued to put on his school uniform, without raising his head: "It's nothing, I just met that guy Ye He and chatted a little more."
The cut-headed boy was a little surprised: "You two are fighting again? No way, their class B is the opposite of our class F, and they met here?"
"Who knows about him, I guess he didn't wake up today, he must have gone wrong."
Song Zixi said.
The short-cut boy seemed to believe it or not, and quickly changed the subject. He leaned in to Song Zixi and said, "Oh, you know? Ye He and Gong Jiu had a silent fight after self-study last night."
Song Zixi lowered his eyes, took a pen, and pressed it to his head: "Well, what's wrong?"
The inch-cut boy continued, his tone mixed with inexplicable excitement: "Guess who lost?"
"Ye He?" Song Zixi replied lazily.
The short-cut boy showed surprise: "How do you know?"
Song Zixi smiled: "You should know that my answer is always Ye Heshu."
The short-cut boy thought about it, yes, the two are not right, aren't they?
"But you guessed it right, Ye He was perfectly KO'd by Gong Jiuhan! That's professional fighter Ye He, who also walks sideways in school, will lose to Gong Jiuhan's hands!"
The short-cut boy's eyes flashed a bit of surprise when he glanced at the boy: "Tsk, I really can't see that Gong Jiuan is so good at martial arts."
Song Zixi raised his head and looked at him: "How do you know this?"
"The school forum, it's all over the place."
Hearing this, Song Zixi took out his mobile phone and entered the school forum. Sure enough, the first tweet was about this matter.
Turn off the phone, rest your fingertip on it and tap twice.
Could it be that Ye He came here because of the forum?
Before he could think about it, the teacher walked in with a stack of papers.
Putting the phone back, Song Zixi rested his chin and looked at the stage.
Here I come (crazy hint)
(end of this chapter)