Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The boy was standing against the light, with his face hidden in the shadows. He didn't look as cool and handsome as usual, nor did he look as silly as he did in daily life with his big teeth bared in a grin.

He was wearing a long down jacket, holding a schoolbag in his hand, and behind him was a constant stream of people.

People were coming and going, the place was bustling and noisy, but he was the only one standing there quietly.

Gu Ling suddenly realized that he didn't understand him.

At first she thought Jiang Mingcheng was no different from those bullies, but later she found out that he was an enthusiastic and simple boy.

But when she thought that this boy was immature, kind and heartless, he revealed his unusual side.

In her eyes, Jiang Mingcheng, who has a very good relationship with others, turns out... he can also be associated with the word "lonely"?

Gu Ling softened his tone: "I care. I get angry because I care about your safety."

"You care about me only because I once saved you." Jiang Mingcheng's tone was almost certain.

Jiang Mingcheng has always known that those people he saved were grateful to him, so they would care about his feelings and would willingly call him "Brother Jiang."

Only when those people looked at him with gratitude and worried about him from the bottom of their hearts, would he feel that someone actually cared about Jiang Mingcheng.

These "cares" do not come out of thin air. The king's people will not love him for no reason. He must first give and then he can receive.

Gu Ling smiled. This was the first time she smiled in front of Jiang Mingcheng, but this smile looked dangerous no matter how you looked at it.

She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Mingcheng's arm, took a step forward, turned around, bent down, and threw Jiang Mingcheng to the ground with a neat shoulder throw.

A severe pain came over him, and Jiang Mingcheng's face wrinkled in pain. He heard Gu Ling's cold and sarcastic tone.

"First of all, I don't fight not because I can't win, but because I don't want to cause trouble. Secondly, I am a rather cold person. Although you have helped me, it is not enough for me to take you seriously. Finally..."

"Jiang Mingcheng, I care about your safety only because you are a good person, that's all."

Is it just... because of who he is?

Jiang Mingcheng's heart suddenly sped up uncontrollably, and his brain felt a little dizzy.

"If you consider me a friend, please think of me when you rush forward in the future, and don't let me worry." Gu Ling stretched out a hand to him, "Give me your hand if you agree."

The faint warmth and concern in those black eyes burned like a ball of scorching flame, burning a hole in the cold heart. Light came in from the hole, illuminating the quiet darkness.

The person in front of her was not one of his people, nor was he her savior.

They are equal.

She was just a traveler who had strayed into Jiang Mingcheng's kingdom, unbridled and bold, and now, Jiang Mingcheng wanted this traveler to stay in his kingdom for a long time.

He hasn't decided in what capacity yet.

At the moment, they are probably just friends.

The two hands were clasped in mid-air, Gu Ling pulled Jiang Mingcheng up from the ground, and then Jiang Mingcheng hugged her.

"Thank you."

Gu Ling's hand paused, and finally gently fell on the boy's back: "You're welcome."

She did not reject the boy's hug, probably because...

The rare fragility of King Jiang Mingcheng, who has always been upright, makes people feel soft-hearted and cannot bear it.

……

At the end of the month, it’s time for the monthly exam.

As expected, Gu Ling was in the first examination room, Lu Lin was sitting one seat behind her, and Jiang Mingcheng was naturally in the last examination room.

Candidates could only hand in their papers half an hour in advance. Gu Ling finished the paper early and scribbled on the manuscript paper out of boredom.

Since the exam is organized by the school itself, it is not too strict. After the exam, the test paper and draft paper can be taken away, and the invigilator only collects the answer sheet.

Today is Friday. After the exams, we will have a week off. There are no classes on weekends at No. 16 Middle School.

She and Jiang Mingcheng made an appointment to go to the bookstore after school to pick out new study materials, and then go to Gu Ling's house for barbecue.

When the invigilator on the podium reminded Gu Ling that there was still half an hour left before the end of the exam, Gu Ling came to his senses and saw the three words "Jiang Mingcheng" written on the draft paper.

She calmly folded the draft paper neatly, put it between the test papers, and then stood up to hand in the paper.

When leaving the classroom, Lu Lin followed out, holding his draft paper and test paper, ready to check answers with Gu Ling.

Gu Ling clenched the test paper in his hand and said coldly: "Don't check the answers after the test. It will affect your mentality and will be bad for the next test."

Lu Lin:?

This is the last exam, what's wrong with that?

Lu Lin thought about it and thought that maybe Gu Ling did too well in the test and he was afraid of hurting his self-confidence, so he didn’t give the right answer.

He was very understanding: "Well, you are right."

Lu Lin glanced at Gu Ling’s slightly red ears, a little confused. Is it very hot in the classroom?

When returning to the classroom from the first examination room, one will pass by the last examination room. Gu Ling walked out of the examination room with the test paper, leaned his back against the wall, and looked at Jiang Mingcheng from the back door.

The students who hand in their papers the fastest are usually the students in the first and last examination rooms. At this time, there are still twenty minutes before the end of the exam, and only a quarter of the students are left in the classroom.

Jiang Mingcheng sat in the last seat in the corner of the classroom. He had a serious look on his face and was writing and drawing on paper seriously.

Perhaps sensing Gu Ling's gaze, Jiang Mingcheng suddenly looked up at her, then abruptly lowered his head and casually pulled the test paper over the draft paper, his movements somewhat flustered.

His actions were too obvious and attracted the attention of the invigilator. The teacher came over and saw Gu Ling outside the door. He frowned, closed the door, and then walked up to Jiang Mingcheng.

He first looked down to see if there was anything suspicious in front of Jiang Mingcheng, then took something from his desk and looked at it casually.

Jiang Mingcheng was afraid that the teacher would think he was cheating, so he did not dare to stop him. He watched the teacher pick up the test paper. His eyes paused on the draft paper for a moment, and he left without saying anything.

There was a Q-version character drawn on the draft paper, with a flying high ponytail, a blue and white school uniform, and a chubby smiling baby face, which was very vivid.

Jiang Mingcheng felt his cheeks burning. He was just drawing casually to kill time. Who could have thought that the person involved was watching outside the door.

The teacher also found out.

Feeling a bit socially dead, Jiang Mingcheng grabbed the draft paper and wanted to crumple it into a ball. After trying it for a while, he finally folded the draft paper into a small square, carefully avoiding the Q-version man, and put it in his pencil bag.

He rubbed his hot cheeks with his hands. Thinking that Gu Ling was just outside the door, he felt as if a real gaze was falling on him through the door, and he became a little restless.

Wait a little longer, until he calms down.

Gu Ling, who was outside the door, saw the teacher close the door, so he lowered his head and fiddled with the test paper in his hand.

I have been staying with Jiang Mingcheng every day recently, and I have to help him with his studies every day. Even when I get home, I have to organize study materials for him.

Under such circumstances, it was normal for Jiang Mingcheng to run around in her mind, causing her to unconsciously write down several names of Jiang Mingcheng, right?

Well, although their friendship is pure, this piece of draft paper with Jiang Mingcheng's name written on it is not suitable to be discovered by a second person.

She had to find a way to destroy the body... No, get rid of the evidence... That wasn't right either.

In short, this paper needs to be cleaned.

Otherwise, wait until next year's Qingming Festival to burn it?

It seems a bit strange.

Gu Ling was brainstorming outside the door. Jiang Mingcheng couldn't sit in the classroom any longer, so he quickly stood up, handed in his paper and left.

"Gu Ling."

"Ok?"

The gray scarf around Jiang Mingcheng's neck covered his chin. Under his messy green hair, his long and curly eyelashes kept trembling, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

A light pink color spread across his fair cheeks, his ears were also red, and the black earring on his left ear looked a little out of place.

Gu Ling's gaze paused on his face for a few seconds and asked, "Is it hot?"

Jiang Mingcheng put his hand holding the pencil case behind his back, lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at Gu Ling: "A little bit."

Gu Ling raised his hand and untied his scarf, revealing the boy's entire face. His white jade-like face was dyed red, as if it was really hot.

"You're wearing a scarf when it's hot, are you stupid?"

He quickly raised his eyes to glance at Gu Ling, then lowered his eyes again: "Not stupid."

Gu Ling's hand was still holding his scarf, but upon hearing this, he loosened his hand, then put it on the green hair on the boy's head and rubbed it, straightening his hair.

She turned around, smiled slightly, but her tone was still as cold as ever: "Let's go."

When Jiang Mingcheng heard this, he followed her and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Did you leave your brain in the examination room after the exam? Didn't we plan to have a barbecue?"

Gu Ling walked in front of him. Her high ponytail swayed as she walked, and the ends of her hair were slightly curled, like a seductive hook.

Jiang Mingcheng was slightly dazed.

The baby face he drew is still the best. The one in front of him never smiles at him.