Chapter 7: Rain

These things are small episodes for Meng Ning. Soon she was overwhelmed by the midterm exam and wanted to spend all her time studying.

When she was admitted to Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School, which was the highest in the city's ranking in the city, she and her parents were very happy. However, soon after, she discovered that this was a deep pit. The school was famous for its strict and serious iron-blooded education. Although the school was over early, there were countless exams of all sizes and big exams. The simulation papers were piled up, and the students were chasing each other and the study pressure was very low.

But after the high school entrance examination, everyone knew that there was nothing else that could decide the future except yourself.

In the afternoon, the teachers had a collective meeting and the grades were self-study. They felt so nervous when they sat in the classroom. Meng Ning and Yan Wan made an appointment to go to the reading room to do their homework. After reviewing the wrong questions, they started to brush the test papers, and exchanged and corrected each other after the agreed time.

Fortunately, today's papers are not difficult. After completing the entire set of math problems, they seemed to have opened up the Ren and Du meridians, and they were refreshed.

Yan Wan turned her pen and deliberately lowered her voice: Strange, has Lao Ren changed his sex recently?The questions I have asked are not too difficult, and I can do them.

Meng Ning shrugged and sent out a wrong point to his friends. Referring to the statements of his senior brothers and sisters in previous years, the simulation paper was just a smoke bomb, and it was another matter to get into the exam. It was easy to die tragically, and the miserable terror was everywhere. You must not take it lightly.

I want to take a break and go there to draw a book to read.After the corrections, the girl returned the paper to Yan Wan and stood up and walked towards the bookcase.

The bookcase has a narrow path. She raised her head all the way, silently chanting the name of her spine, looking for the book of interest, and finally stopped in front of the mystery novel stand, took out one I read a long time ago, and planned to reminisce about it again.

After taking a step back and hitting a warm wall, I realized that someone was behind me. Meng Ning turned around and wanted to apologize, but found that the person who came was extremely high, Song Che. The light in front of him was instantly dimmed, and replaced by the boy's face leaning towards him.

Why... Her hands were unconsciously moving forward, and a row of books were pushed away.

What are you going to see?Song Che lowered his words, resuming Meng Ning's hand and saving the book.

During the voice change period, the boy's voice sound was like the wind, calling from the distant polar regions, making her a little lost.

The young man was tall and big, with his arms half leaning against the frame, looking down at the book in her hand, while the girl was delicate and small, which was no different from the little chicken. The two figures overlapped, and from the side they looked like a couple in love.

The scorching breathing brushed the ears, one after another, with a very rhythmic rhythm, making Meng Ning dizzy, and a pleasant smell of plant energy filled her. She reluctantly gave the answer and revealed the novel in her hand.

Half fall?Song Che slowly read the title of the book, and the ending sound began slightly.

You let go quickly... What do you want to do if you are so ambiguous?

Worried that she and the nerd were misunderstood, Meng Ning wanted to hide but did not dare to speak. When she heard footsteps coming, she curled up like a little ostrich, holding her breath, and didn't dare to let out her breath.

It's too narrow here, it's not easy to walk... Song Che looked at Meng Ning against the light and spoke lazyly. His eyes were deep, his warmth was dizzy, and his lips were slightly pursed, and his appearance looked like a hooligan.

All excuses!Feeling that the other party was tighter and tighter, Meng Ning gritted his teeth and cruelly, and stepped on his left foot, pressed it hard, then leaned against the bookshelf and pulled away.

Song Che lowered his hands and looked at Meng Ning's figure who was fleeing in panic, with a different meaning in his eyes.

What's wrong? Is there a ghost chasing you?Seeing his friends' pace fast, Yan Wan was inexplicably surprised.

It's okay, I almost knocked over the bookcase just now.Meng Ning tightened his face and licked his lips with his tongue. He pretended to be calm and flipped the book, but he couldn't read a word. It must be because the temperature and smell affected his mind, which made him so embarrassed.

The girl was in a daze, her thoughts changed and she floated in a strange direction. The smell on Song Che was good, and she was not unfamiliar with it, but why it was catnip...

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After school, it rained heavily and the whole city was swallowed by water. Yan Wan was driven away by her family because of something at home. Meng Ning stood in the teaching building and fell into a state of sorrow. She forgot to bring an umbrella to school today.

Just as he was thinking about the possibility of holding his schoolbag on his head and running to the station in one go, Meng Ning tied his shoelaces tightly and raised his ponytail, preparing to rush into the rain curtain, but was blocked by an umbrella pole, blocking his way.

No umbrella?Song Che stood against the wall and asked slowly.

Meng Ning struggled for a while, and heard the thunder and finally lost.

...Well, I forgot to bring it.

Let's go together?The boy raised the umbrella in his hand and made a soft suggestion, with a gentle look on his face.

I vaguely remember that Song Che's family was not far from his home, Meng Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips opened and closed, and he finally nodded in agreement.

The two of them walked side by side, the rain was extremely rainy, but the umbrella was not heavy. Meng Ning had to lean into the middle of the umbrella desperately. She hugged her schoolbag, kept her distance carefully, hoping to get to her destination as soon as possible.

Seeing Meng Ning being tired and stubborn, Song Che curled his lips, his eyes slightly constrained, and he consciously gave up space. Most of his body was exposed in the rain. His steps were light, and he led the little girl around the big and small puddles and walked towards the station.

After finally waiting for the bus, Meng Ning was so happy that she was like the New Year. There were not many people on the bus on the heavy rain. She found a seat to sit down and noticed that Song Che's left school shirt was close to her body, and her trousers were ticking all the way. She was so embarrassed. I guess he was outside the umbrella just now in order to prevent her from getting wet in the rain.

As the air conditioner blew, the boy's hair on his forehead whirled slightly, making her tremble. She would definitely catch a cold in this way.

You wipe it.The girl took out a tissue and gave it to Song Che. Seeing that he refused to reach out, she looked at herself with subtle eyes. Well, she understood what he meant.

She used paper to wipe the other party water, tightened her sleeves and twisted it, and the rain thighs slid down. Seeing that he was no longer exiled, he was much embarrassed than usual, he couldn't help but feel soft.

You are prone to colds like this, so you will come to my house to drink a bowl of ginger water before leaving.

good.Song Che nodded, his eyes deepened, and his voice slightly hoarse.

When she got home, Meng Ning closed the door, took out her slippers and gave it to Song Che, and pointed to the bathroom and said: You have changed your clothes later, I will wear my dad's for you.

After she finished speaking, she jogged into the bedroom, picked a set of clothes and handed them to him.

Song Che responded. He unbuttoned his clothes, stood bare feet in the living room, exposed his upper body, and walked towards the bathroom with his clothes. His skin was light wheat-colored, his shoulders and arms were strong, his waist was narrow, and his back groove was deep, which was inexplicably sexy.

When Meng Ning saw a hideous scar on the boy's arm, she was stunned, looked away, swallowed all her curiosity back into her stomach, and it seemed that she had been a little old...

Ten minutes later, Song Che sat on the sofa. His waist was straight, smelling the smell of ginger in the air, and his brows were furrowed. It seemed that it was still too forced.

The ginger soup is ready, come here quickly.Meng Ning walked over with a small tray, with brown sugar and two soup bowls placed in the tray, and sat next to him.

When she blew all the breath, she found that Song Che was still motionless. She glanced at him and urged him repeatedly: Drink while it's hot, hurry up.

...I don't like ginger.Song Che was silent for a long time and said, as if he had finally done a good job in psychological construction. He picked up the ginger soup on the table and drank it all in one go.