Good news! The host was loved by the Lord God at first sight

"Little Junior Sister, what are you going to perform?"

He Peng came forward and asked her with a playful smile without beating around the bush.

Jiang Wan glanced at him and silently came to a conclusion.

“Xiaoxing, this person is a little bit owed.”

Xiao Xing in the system space nodded seriously, "The host is right!"

Every teacher in No. 1 Middle School has his or her own independent rest room.

At this time, the other teachers were probably resting, and He Peng was the only one in the office.

He pointed to the empty chair and motioned Jiang Wan to sit over.

Jiang Wan was not intimidated either. He pulled a chair and sat opposite him, looking at him calmly and even yawned leisurely.

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He Peng was speechless, "Don't you feel nervous at all in front of the class teacher?"

The little girl sitting opposite him had a confused look on her face and glanced at him, "Why should there be?"

"Host, host! Surveys show that when students face their teachers, they usually experience the following symptoms: fear, panic, sweating, and even worse, they may faint."

Jiang Wan was stunned and glanced at the person sitting opposite him with his legs crossed. Well, this is not the kind of teacher who would scare students.

However, considering that he is my senior brother, I still try my best to coax him.

"Brother, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Jiang, the master of face-changing, asked seriously in a sweet and soft voice.

He Peng smiled. He was not bad looking, but he was called Lao He because he could hang out with students. In fact, when Lao He was in college, he was a school idol.

Even though it has gone through a few years of hardships, it is still a rare flower in the world!

All the masters in the sect are grown men. It is so hard to have such a precious junior sister, so he has to pamper her as much as possible. He Peng also likes Jiang Wan very much.

"Junior sister, what are you going to perform for this school celebration?"

"The poem I'm reciting is from the Book of Songs, Bin Feng: July."

Many people may not be familiar with the name of this poem, but many people must have heard of "The fireflies fly in July, and clothes are given out in September."

In recent years, ancient poetry has become a must-have in examinations.

In fact, putting this factor aside, reading more poetry can calm one's heart and bring peace of mind.

Especially in the rapidly developing modern world, many people are too impetuous.

Who hasn’t loved in their youth? “Young people don’t know the taste of sorrow. They love the upper floors. They love the upper floors. They force themselves to express sorrow in order to compose new poems.”

When I really began to understand what "sorrow" meant, the words "I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry them with wine, but it doesn't feel like the time when I was young" echoed in my mind.

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When Jiang Wan came out of the office, he was blocked.

The man pushed her against the wall, and the faint sandalwood scent formed an impenetrable wall.

Jiang Wan's small body was enveloped, with nowhere to escape.

"Should I be given an explanation?"

Sang Yu had a gloomy face and an unfriendly look.

He thought about it over and over again these days and secretly regretted it. Was he too reckless and scared her?

I wanted to apologize to the little girl.

But the little girl has been avoiding him these days, taking weekends off, and not going to the old house to listen to Grandpa Sang's lectures.

He rushed back to the old house, but returned empty-handed.

Because of this, the old man scolded him for several days.

His father also laughed at him, saying that he was useless and couldn't even chase the girl he liked, and could even scare people away.

Finally, he couldn't sit still anymore.

“If the mountain doesn’t come to me, I will go to the mountain.”

He went to Jiang Wan's class to look for him, but was told that he had been called away by the teacher.

Only then did he chase after him in a hurry.

Seeing the little person trapped in his arms, he felt relieved.

But Jiang Wan just hung his head and said nothing. A broken look appeared on Sang Yu's face and he began to beg.

"Say something, please?"

His angry look didn't last long, as he couldn't bear to be cruel to her.

Even if it's fake, I can't bear to do it.

"OK?"

"Late night."

These two sentences rolled through his throat thousands of times before they were finally spoken.

When he first met her, he wanted to call her that.

He was obviously a handsome and cheerful young man, but at this moment, his eyes were red and he choked with sobs as he begged again and again, just wanting Jiang Wan to say a word.

Even scolding is fine.

Sang Yu was just afraid that Jiang Wan hated him and would never speak to him again.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoxing felt sad for Fragment and couldn't help but plead with Jiang Wan.

"Host, please forgive Fragment. He is about to collapse."

"Ok?"

Jiang Wan frowned.

When she looked up, she saw the young man with red eyes, looking at her stubbornly.

He begged humbly, over and over again, just asking her to say a word.

Jiang Wan's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt a dull pain.

My eyes are sore and I have an urge to cry.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Wan bit her lower lip and said apologetically in a muffled voice with a strong crying tone.

At the same time, she lowered her head again, not daring to look up at his red eyes.

"Sorry, I do not have it."

Sang Yu's voice was still a little choked.

"Don't cry, it's okay."

Knowing that the little girl must be crying, he tried to wipe away the tears from her face with trembling hands.

The fingertips trembled, but then retracted.

His throat rolled and only a few dry words came out.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Good boy, don't cry."

Jiang Wan's heart ached even more.

It was as if someone had thrust a knife into her, causing pain in her internal organs.

"What a fool."

Jiang Wan stretched out his hand and hugged him without hesitation.

She buried her head in the man's chest, and the familiar warmth and sandalwood surrounded her again.

Jiang Wan sighed with satisfaction and arched his back in Sang Yu's arms.

Sang Yu, however, stood stiff and motionless.

Feeling his stiffness, Jiang Wan felt a surge of heartache.

"I'm sorry, I don't hate you, I'm just struggling. I've always liked you."

"I like you, so I'm afraid that after you find out about my bad side, you will no longer like me."

"sorry Sorry……"

Jiang Wan was choking up, unable to utter complete words, and kept repeating "I'm sorry" intermittently.

Those repeated "I'm sorry" were also torturing Sang Yu's heart.

"Don't cry, don't cry, dear."

With red eyes, Sang Yu hugged the girl who was crying breathlessly into her arms and held her tightly.

"I don't dislike you, I just like you."

"I like you all the way."

Jiang Wan tightened her arms around his waist, "Will you always like me?"

As long as you say yes, I will always believe it.

The young man responded to her with an unhesitating and solemn voice.

"meeting."

"I swear in the name of Buddha that I will love you forever and be loyal to you, for all eternity."

"Even if I reincarnate thousands of times and lose all my memories, I will still love you."

"If I can't do it, Buddha will punish me."

The two hugged each other tightly, and at this moment their two hearts finally merged without any obstacles.

At this moment, a discordant voice came out, "Together, together."

The two of them had a big fight and blushed, and they quickly separated, but their hands were still tightly held together.

The man was He Peng, whom Sang Yu knew.

He Peng looked at the two of them with a teasing look in his eyes.

Sang Yu glared at him coldly and didn't give him a good look.

Then, his eyes turned to Jiang Wan again.

The little girl had a rosy face and some crystal tears still lingered on her porcelain-white face.

Sang Yu squeezed the little hand in her palm, leaned over to her ear, and said softly,

"Let's run away."