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"What do good students learn to smoke?"

Yan Ran still had Song Wenjing's cigarette between her fingertips, the spark had burnt out, and there was only half of it left, so she snuffed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

Song Wenjing wanted to say that he was not a good student at all, he had all kinds of bad habits, and he had no advantages other than being good at studying.

He can smoke, drink, fight, everything, but he has nothing to do with good students.

Song Wenjing is tall, and when he looks at people, he is a bit condescending. He stated the facts calmly, "I am not a good student."

Yan Ran chuckled, obviously he didn't take his words seriously, and Song Wenjing didn't say anything more when he saw this.

Yan Ran was still laughing at him, "Why are you so stupid? I used to always bully you and trouble you, but now you want to give me money, are you pitying me?"

No.

Song Wenjing's compassion and conscience are pitiful.

But Yan Ran is different.

If he had to say something, Song Wenjing couldn't say it, and didn't know how to say it.

He just didn't want to see Yan Ran in such a mess.

Shouldn't a noble prince live in a castle?

The two walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus. There were not many people at this time, and the hot wind blowing through the hair did not bring a trace of coldness.

She leaned against the stop sign, and Yan Ran looked at him with a smile. Those clear eyes like glass seemed to see through his entire being.

She was smiling, a slightly different smile than usual.

"You shouldn't... like me."

Song Wenjing's heart trembled, but in the next second, Yan Ran's words made blood flow from his whole body, and even his face slowly faded, becoming as pale as paper.

"But don't like me, otherwise we can't even be friends."

Her voice is still so gorgeous and pleasant, like an angel singing, but the words she speaks are like a devil's spell.

"I……"

Song Wenjing subconsciously tensed up, looking a little helpless.He moved his lips, as if he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time, his lips were chapped and bloodless.

I don't like you. These words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit them out at all. It was like a thorn in his mouth, which hurt his vocal cords.

The tall and big boy thinks he is calm, but the innocence in his eyes has already been exposed, but he is still holding on, very pitiful.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 45%!]

Yan Ran was stunned for a moment, obviously, the boy's reaction was unexpected to her.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the boy's rough palm, Song Wenjing clenched it uncontrollably, the palm was covered with cold and sticky cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ran's tone was a little worried, "Song Wenjing, Song Wenjing?"

"Can you hear me?"

Song Wenjing seemed to be startled by Yan Ran's voice, her body trembled, and her soul returned.

He took the initiative to let go of his hand, except for some gloomy eyes, he looked the same as usual.

Very calm reply.

"I am fine."

Yan Ran's hand stopped in mid-air, curled up for a while, and finally retracted it.

The originally harmonious atmosphere fell silent at some point.

Yan Ran looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun, but secretly stared at the boy next to him from the corner of his eye.

Song Wenjing's body seemed to be lit with a dark fire, sweeping through his limbs, bones, heart and heart at an extremely fast speed, making him irritable and stuffy.

There were bursts of soreness and tingling in my heart.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 48%!]

After returning to the dormitory, Song Wenjing was also unusually silent.

Song Wenjing herself was a very silent person, but she was a little different in front of Yan Ran before.Now the two of them seem to be back to where they were at the beginning.

Yan Ran is different from Song Wenjing.

After Song Wenjing finished her part-time job after school, she could study hard the next morning, but Yan Ran couldn't even last 10 minutes, and fell asleep on the table.

The teacher on the podium also turned a blind eye, pretending not to see.

Song Wenjing turned around several times inadvertently, and Yan Ran was always lying on the table.

It was only after school that Yan Ran regained his energy.

Today Song Wenjing was on duty, and Yan Ran was sitting in his seat waiting for him.

The boy has a maturity that does not match his age. He is tall and his skin is actually a bit dark, but he has a good-looking skin that adds a bit of wildness.

The school uniform must have been worn for a long time. The school uniform of the No. Middle School will be changed every semester, and of course the money will be paid. Song Wenjing is probably wearing the first year of high school. It is very clean, and the corners of the clothes are whitish, but the black pupils are so dark. Not even light can get in.

It seems that a person who has lived such a hard life has the courage to find another person and say that I will give you the money.

Yan Ran couldn't figure it out.

After cleaning, Song Wenjing was carrying her schoolbag, turned her head and said.

"Let's go."

Yan Ran got up and followed behind him.

Taking two steps forward, two people walked side by side, one tall and one short, with overlapping shadows.

Yan Ran rummaged through his pocket and found an orange-flavored candy.

She gave it to Song Wenjing.

Why give it to Song Wenjing?
Because Song Wenjing looked bitter, she wanted Song Wenjing to be sweeter.

Not just his person, but his life.

Song Wenjing glanced at the candy lying quietly in the boy's palm, and his pupils trembled slightly.

The young man was wearing a blue and white school uniform, the royal blue earring on his left ear was shining brightly, his hair was fluffy, and his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, like a flourishing heat wave.

Song Wenjing took it, and her fingertips ran across the young Bai Nennen's palm, causing a burst of burning heat.

The moment you eat it, there is a strong orange flavor on the tip of your tongue.

Very sweet.

The combination of these two people is very strange.

A good student who is the poorest in No. Middle School.

A bad student with the biggest background in No. Middle School.

Walking together, there is a hint of harmony in the weirdness.

Some were in disbelief, some were shocked, and some were curious.

But neither of them cared.

Song Wenjing didn't go to move the goods. Although he earned a lot, Yan Ran couldn't bear it. He found a relatively easy one, sorting books in a bookstore. Although the salary was low, it was easy.

When someone comes to ask Song Wenjing for a book, he can clearly tell the location.

He also repairs computers and binds desks.

Song Wenjing is really good, he seems to know everything.

Yan Ran stared straight at him with surprise on his face, as if he was meeting this person for the first time.

Song Wenjing felt her gaze and looked over.

"Song Wenjing." Yan Ran's eyes were bright, as if there were stars in them, "I found out that you are so amazing."

In this second, just because of this sentence, a rush of enthusiasm rushed up Song Wenjing's back, and his heart thumped twice in his chest, suddenly beating very fast.

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