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Jiang Mingzhuo lifted up Wen Jiale's trouser legs, and saw that Wen Jiale's ankles were indeed a little red. He was wearing short socks, but these shoes were hook and loop, and the bristles had been worn on the ankle for a day, and they were already red now one slice.

Wen Jiale was very white, and his calf was also white. Jiang Mingzhuo held the long and slender part in his hand, it was slippery. He was still whimpering and pretending to be in pain. Jiang Mingzhuo tentatively pinched it twice and asked him: "Does it hurt here?"

Wen Jiale was lying on his knees biting his lower lip and looking at him, the two of them met their eyes, Wen Jiale felt guilty, first blinked his eyes a few times quickly, and said: "Yes, yes, it hurts."

Jiang Mingzhuo smiled, and slowly and vigorously rubbed Wen Jiale's calf. Wen Jiale had no hair on his legs, and felt like a lotus root. Jiang Mingzhuo pressed a few times, and Wen Jiale started to move, and began to moan again: "It's so itchy..."

Standing by the side and watching, Gu Peng suddenly felt that he couldn't get in the atmosphere of these two people at all.He had known Wen Jiale for a long time. Wen Jiale was young, and although he was lively and noisy when he was with them, he was not as lively as when he was with Jiang Mingzhuo.

What does this feeling look like to Gu Peng?Wen Jiale seemed to rely on Jiang Mingzhuo very much, and Jiang Mingzhuo doted on him, but he didn't. Wen Jiale didn't dare to talk too much when Jiang Mingzhuo seemed serious on the court. Gu Peng had never seen Wen Jiale squabbling with Jiang Mingzhuo.

So Gu Peng had no choice but to cough and said, "Lele, is it important? Or let's forget about today, you go home and push some safflower oil."

Wen Jiale was in the middle of his arms, nodded desperately and said, "Okay, okay, then let's go home, let's go!"

Jiang Mingzhuo put Wen Jiale's trousers down from his knees, stood up and said, "You go back first, Lele and I went to the library in the morning, we have to pack our things in the library."

Gu Peng didn't even think about staying with the two of them anymore, waved them goodbye and left.Wen Jiale was still pretending that his leg was hurting. He grabbed Jiang Mingzhuo's arm and stood up and said, "Why did you lie to Gu Peng just now? Aren't all our things stored outside?"

Jiang Mingzhuo accompanied him to act, walked out with his arms around his waist, and said: "It's not that your leg is injured, and you can't ride a bike anymore, so we must take you back. He rode for fun. It’s useless to keep a dead car, do you think that car can take people?”

Wen Jiale thought to himself that your car can't take anyone, but he can't offend Jiang Mingzhuo, so he smiled and said, "You're quite thoughtful."

Jiang Mingzhuo has regained his energy now, thinking that Wen Jiale was angry just now when he was twisted around by Gu Peng and didn't know how to move, and he didn't respond to Wen Jiale's unintentional compliment, and Wen Jiale didn't care whether he ignored him or not. , anyway, I have escaped from the clutches today, this is the happiest thing.

After taking the bag, the two walked to the car, Jiang Mingzhuo patted the front bumper and said, "You just sit here, do you want to climb up now or jump up by yourself?"

Wen Jiale said with a bitter face: "Aren't you embarrassing me? Even if your leg is not injured, you can't jump up."

Jiang Mingzhuo shook his head, stepped onto the car seat first, turned his head and said: "Okay, come on."

He let go of his left hand, and as soon as Wen Jiale walked over, Jiang Mingzhuo pulled him onto the front bumper, Wen Jiale shrank into a small ball, as if hiding in Jiang Mingzhuo's arms, Jiang Mingzhuo's voice pressed against his scalp and cheeks.Jiang Mingzhuo said: "Sit down, let's go."

Wen Jiale closed his eyes, the whirring wind from the bicycle passing by his ears as it was speeding forward, whirring.Jiang Mingzhuo didn't need to lower his head to see Wen Jiale sitting obediently in front, even, as long as he lowered his head, it was as if he could kiss Wen Jiale's soft hair.

Wen Jiale has a lot of hair, fluffy and fluffy. She doesn't know what shampoo she uses, and it has a fruity fragrance, and it creeps into Jiang Mingzhuo's nose slowly.

Wen Jiale's eyes were closed tightly, he heard Jiang Mingzhuo's breathing rhythmically around his ears, Jiang Mingzhuo's chest rubbed against his left shoulder, the sound of breathing slowly entered his heart, thumping, even his own heartbeat accelerated.

So Wen Jiale quickly grabbed Jiang Mingzhuo's arm and said, "Slow...slow down, I'm a little scared."

Jiang Mingzhuo laughed in a low voice, sat up with Wen Jiale with the other hand, and said, "Don't be afraid, my skills are good. Don't you believe me?"

The wind picked up Wen Jiale's hair, and slowly swept it around Jiang Mingzhuo's chin and the tip of his nose. Jiang Mingzhuo reached out and touched Wen Jiale's head. The car shook, and Wen Jiale was so frightened that he quickly grabbed Jiang Mingzhuo's arm. He said tremblingly : "How about...how about I take a taxi back, it's so dangerous!"

Jiang Mingzhuo intentionally teased him, saying: "This good seat is reserved for you, just sit down!"

Wen Jiale couldn't take it anymore and said, "But my butt hurts so much! Sitting here is too painful!"

Jiang Mingzhuo laughed loudly, "Is it really so embarrassing? Princess and the Pea?"

Wen Jiale glared at him angrily and said, "Come here and try that you are also Princess and the Pea."

Jiang Mingzhuo was afraid that he would really break him, so he stopped and put Wen Jiale down halfway in his arms, and said, "Okay, if the princess wants a ride, let's take a ride, and we will listen to Princess Pea."

Wen Jiale's legs didn't hurt anymore, and while rolling his eyes, he kicked Jiang Mingzhuo's ass with his new shoes that had been worn all day.

Come to class on Monday, Wen Jiale's legs don't hurt anymore, and his butt doesn't hurt anymore, and he looks alive and well again.The class began to adjust the groups, and Jiang Mingzhuo had already moved the table to the fourth group under the podium. Seeing Wen Jiale coming over, he waved and said, "I'm a bit too tall to sit in the middle, why don't we sit back and watch for yourself?" Can you see it?"

Wen Jiale couldn't wish for it, since he had never sat in the back since he was in school, he immediately nodded and said, "Okay, okay, let's sit in the back."

Jiang Mingzhuo had already discussed with the people in the two rows behind. Wen Jiale chose the sixth row, and Jiang Mingzhuo moved the table to the back again, tossing back and forth all morning, and finally settled down when Teacher Dong came.

This is Mr. Dong's morning reading class. As soon as Mr. Dong came in, he asked everyone to put away their things and do a vocabulary test. The class representative handed out the test papers at the front. Mr. Dong looked around the classroom and focused on Wen Jiale.She stood at the door of the classroom and said, "Wen Jiale, you are getting farther and farther away from the teacher now."

Wen Jiale smirked while biting the tip of his pen, Jiang Mingzhuo stood up and said: "Mr. Dong, we were sitting in the fourth row before. I was afraid that my height would block the students behind me, so we moved two rows back."

Teacher Dong said again: "Wen Jiale is very impartial, sitting in the back, can you see?"

Jiang Mingzhuo suddenly became nervous. After Mr. Dong asked so many questions, he was really worried that Mr. Dong would transfer Wen Jiale back to the front row, so that the two of them would not be able to sit at the same table.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiale smiled and said: "I can see clearly, teacher, don't worry, I can even see you changed another lipstick this morning! Bean paste color, it looks good and shows off your complexion!"

Teacher Dong laughed angrily at Wen Jia, and the students in the class also laughed. Teacher Dong held back the corners of his mouth and said seriously: "Stop making trouble, write words!"

Jiang Mingzhuo's heart went back to his stomach. He knew that the matter of the seat was over, so he couldn't help complaining to Wen Jiale: "Teacher Dong really cares about you!"

Wen Jiale nodded mysteriously and said, "Of course."

After writing the words, Jiang Mingzhuo asked Wen Jiale again: "Do you still know the number of lipstick?"

This time, Wen Jiale was a little awkward, and shyly said: "I don't understand! It's my neighbor's brother who is a big star, and he often uses these things in performances."

Wen Jiale secretly prayed in his heart, thinking that brother Xiaolin would help me to get back to the blame this time, he couldn't tell Jiang Mingzhuo that he would spend every day on the Internet watching stars, watching gossip, chasing fashion and visiting ghosts and animals.

Jiang Mingzhuo felt that Wen Jiale was lying when he saw Wen Jiale's appearance, but he didn't want to expose Wen Jiale. Wen Jiale was a little kid with a lot of ideas, but he was a fool most of the time. It was more interesting to watch him make trouble than to expose it. up.

Jiang Mingzhuo didn't go for the exercise between classes, saying that he was going to continue to organize the lottery. Wen Jiale wanted to be lazy, and he didn't want to do the exercise between classes, so he volunteered and said to Jiang Mingzhuo: "Take me, I'm very lucky, I'm Ouhuang .”

Jiang Mingzhuo led him to the gymnasium office, laughed at him and said, "What are you, Ou Huang, how many SSRs do you get, you will become Ou Huang?"

Wen Jiale said, "I don't need to draw an SSR, I am an SSR myself, just wait if I'm here, I will definitely draw a good opponent for you."

Jiang Mingzhuo thought that Class [-] and Class [-] were the best in the whole grade. Last week, the two best groups had already competed. He wanted to find another opponent who was worse than his own class, but he didn't say anything. Interrupt Wen Jiale's words.Wen Jiale's eyebrows were beaming when he farted, or maybe he didn't have to do exercises between classes to make him laugh, anyway, his whole face was radiant.

Wen Jiale entered the Sports Office and stood with a group of high-ranking and rough sports committee members. When it was his turn to smoke, he closed his eyes seriously for a while, and finally opened it to see, Class Two.

Jiang Mingzhuo almost fell over in one breath.

The second class is Gu Peng's class.The second class is not only a science class where the yang is prosperous and the yin is weak, but there are at least four or five school teams in the class. Although not everyone is a main player like Gu Peng, those who have been trained systematically have already crushed their temporary cramps. Skilled, not to mention that they have abundant human resources, and the substitutes are more than the total number of boys in class four.

What's more, Class Two has always been regarded as the favorite class to win the championship. Many school girls secretly placed bets, thinking that after the No.1 in each grade, if the three classes compete together, Class Two might also win the championship. .

Jiang Mingzhuo felt a headache when he saw the note in Wen Jiale's hand that said class two. Wen Jiale also knew that he was blowing his horns, and now he couldn't get back anyway, so he had to follow Jiang Mingzhuo back to the classroom in desperation.

After changing seats, they sat close to the boys. Peng Yihan stretched his neck and asked them, "How is it? Which class did you get?"

Jiang Mingzhuo didn't speak, Wen Jiale stretched out two fingers, and then heard Peng Yihan's cry of despair.

Peng Yihan changed places with the girl at the front table of Jiang Mingzhuo, and sat in the front to analyze the enemy situation with Jiang Mingzhuo: "Jiang, you know that Gu Peng's idea is also very accurate, our coach personally named the three-point champion, and now the team's new move The new batch of newcomers are all led by him."

Jiang Mingzhuo turned his pen irritably. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Wen Jiale who was wronged and opened the book to pretend that he was not listening to them, but eavesdropped on his ears. He suddenly felt a little funny.

Wen Jiale couldn't be blamed either, could it be that if Wen Jiale hadn't drawn the second class, the fourth class would have a chance to win the championship?It's just the difference between drawing a good opponent and a very good opponent.

He calmed down, patted Peng Yihan on the shoulder, and said, "I was also unlucky, and I was drawn into the second class, but it was much better than the first round of rounds I imagined. Don't worry, let's relax and prepare."

After Peng Yihan returned to his seat, Wen Jiale turned and called him: "Jiang Mingzhuo, I..."

Jiang Mingzhuo took out a small bun from Wen Jiale's schoolbag, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "Don't be bored, what's wrong with you, the second class is the second class, just let me see Gu Peng's true level. "