You should know this is wrong! He Junming: "Shes so fierce, oh my god..."

  Jiang Ren smiled with an unclear meaning.

  He Han said: "Nai ge you qu na li a?"

  English Translation:

  He Han said: "Where are you going, Nai ge?"

  Jiang Ren did not answer him and walked out directly.

  The organizer was very efficient and had the top three winners go on stage to receive their rewards. Each person received a corresponding certificate and a bank card.

  Lu Yue stood beside Meng Ting, her face didnt look too good.

  She had been first for many years and thought this year would be a sure thing, but Meng Ting took it instead.

  Its also a matter of Lu Yues mentality. Her mind is on Jiang Ren all the time, and she reads books carelessly. In previous years, she could score 140 points, but this year she only scored 136. After all, shes still young, and her thoughts are revealed very clearly.

  When she went on stage, Lu Yue had already adjusted her expression and smiled at Meng Ting, saying: "Congratulations, junior sister."

  Meng Ting wasnt good at speaking politely, and upon hearing this, he lightly said: "Thank you, and congratulations to Lu Yuexue senior."

  Lu Yue sneered inwardly. Isnt it just about getting first place? Meng Ting had seen many people like this since she was a child - poor and unassuming, like dust thats been trampled on, with no redeeming qualities except for decent grades.

  But Lu Yue was beautiful and came from a good family, with excellent grades being just an added bonus. She had things that Meng Ting would never have in his lifetime.

  The only thing that made her feel embarrassed was that she had just said in front of Jiang Ren that she would take the first place to show them, but now she became second.

  After the photographer finished taking the group photo, the classmates went home one after another. Most parents comforted their disappointed children and then walked out of the art museum together.

  Meng Ting walked at the back.

  She also carried a light blue backpack, and by then it was already noon, with the sun shining brightly.

  The sun was high overhead, she couldnt help but lower her eyes, and gently placed her hand on her forehead. Outside, countless colorful balloons were hung up to celebrate the arrival of Thanksgiving.

  A long and powerful hand appeared in front of her eyes.

  The young man was still wearing black leather gloves and holding a pink ice cream cone: "Meng Ting."

  She was startled and looked up at him... He smiled: "What are you looking at? Take it."

  Meng didnt want to see him and didnt want to take his things. She looked at her toes: "Can I refuse?"

  "Let me say it again."

  He is really fierce.

  Meng Ting had no choice but to stretch out his hand and take it over.

  That year, there was no such exquisite ice cream popular in the country. After growing up and her mother passed away, she never bought any snacks again. Time is long, in her memory, ice cream was always packaged in a bag, either one yuan or five cents.

  But this one in her hand is not.

  It is a small crown.

  Luxurious Italian ice cream.

  She saw him again after several years, over a hundred yuan apart.

  The crystal clear water of the small fountain sparkled, she was forced to hold it, looking a bit at a loss.

  Meng Ting was really afraid that he still liked her as much as in his past life. So she mustered up the courage to ask him: "Why did you give this to me?"

  Jiang Ning lowered his eyes to look at her, sensing her unease. He laughed wantonly: "Why? You lost the bet, didnt you? Just eat and stop making so much noise."

  Meng let out a sigh of relief and said softly: "Thank you."

  She smells good, you can smell it as soon as you get close to her.

  Like jasmine blooming for the first time in summer, pale and tender.

  "Meng Ting, your grades are very good?"

  Meng Ting thought it was hard to answer: "Generally."

  Jiang couldnt help but laugh uncontrollably.

  She inexplicably felt a little embarrassed: "What are you laughing at?"

  "Laugh at your hypocrisy, okay is just okay, and its still mediocre."

  But in her world, from an early age, she had received such education. As a person, one should be humble and gentle, and cannot be proud and self-satisfied. Jiang Rens existence was like the most rebellious and untamed ray of light, cutting through all pretenses of humility. Meng Tings face turned bright red as she found herself unable to refute.

  "Im going home." She took a step back, moving further away from him.

  Jiang Ren curved his lips: "Ill send you back then..."

  Meng Ting was frightened to death and hastily shook his head: "No need, theres a bus."

  Jiangs smile at the corner of his lips faded slightly.

  Meng Ting had already turned around and walked away. Her pace was slow, and Jiang Ren could only see her back. He couldnt explain why either, but he felt a little bit of an urge to be mean.

  He Junming stared blankly at a distance for half a day, didnt Nian Ge not participate in the bet?

  Jiang Ren walked over and tossed the motorcycle key to him: "Get the bike back for me."

  "Oh."

  Just as he was about to leave after finishing his handover, Lu Yue suddenly said: "Jiang Ren!"

  Jiang endured no longer and turned back: "Speak."

  "Youre not actually here to cheer me up today, are you?"

  Jiang Nian smiled and said, "What do you think?"

  Lu Yues eyes were almost red: "You came to see her... but everyone in our school knows about her eyes..."

  Jiang Nian looked at her coldly: "Youve finally finished speaking."

  Lu Yue felt a chill run down her spine, and she originally thought it was unfair. After all, everyone knew what kind of identity Jiang Ren had, and she had thought that he and Shen Yuqing were over, giving herself an opportunity. But now it seemed that wasnt the case.

  He actually came looking for Meng Ting.

  Ke Meng felt that her eyes had a problem. But under Jiang Rens gaze, Lu Yue couldnt say anything.

  She could only watch as Jiang Ren left.

  He Han was stunned for a long time: "I think, Nian Ge might have some interest in Meng Ting."

  He Junming looked at the car key in his hand, feeling as if the sky was about to collapse: "What kind of taste does he have?" He still remembered the face on Meng Tings student ID.

  Fang Tan was also uncertain and after a while said: "Dont think too much, Jiang Ren wont be serious."

  ~

  Meng listens to the bus going home is route 382. Ten minutes per trip, quite fast.

  She got on the bus during rush hour when it was packed with people.

  The driver said in dialect, letting everyone move back.

  Meng Ting swiped her transportation card and grabbed onto the overhead handhold.

  The car door closed in the last second, and Jiang Ren got on the bus.

  He took a bus for the first time in his life and saw it was crowded. He couldnt help but let out a hiss of dissatisfaction.

  The master used a rough Mandarin to remind him: "Young man, either pay or swipe your card."

  "How much?"

  "Alright."

  Jiang Ren touched his pocket for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Meng Ting, smiling somewhat mischievously: "Master, I dont have any cards or money."

  The car fell silent for an instant.

  Master was stunned for a moment, so, you want to take the kings car?

  "Then go down."

  Meng Ting also followed the crowds gaze, everyone was looking at him with a strange look in their eyes, but he didnt care.

  Meng Tings heart was racing with anticipation, and he also hoped that he would go down.

  "Good student, come here and swipe a card for me."

  Meng Ting looked up at him with her black pupils and mustered up her courage: "You ride your bike back home."

  Jiang Ren couldnt help but laugh: "Youre so heartless."

  He saw Meng Ting refusing to help and casually pulled out a 100-yuan red envelope from his wallet and threw it in.

  The master was stunned: "This you......" Then he didnt say anything and started the car.

  Meng furrowed his brow, the bus didnt allow him to look for money, so Jiang Ren sat on a bus and spent 100 yuan? She couldnt help but feel some regret, if she had helped him swipe his card, he wouldnt have ended up so miserable.

  This years transportation hub was not as convenient as later years, and people were crowded on public buses.

  Jiang Rens tall stature made the space feel even more cramped for him.

  The car swayed back and forth, Meng almost collided with the middle-aged man in front of her several times. A hand wearing a black leather glove grasped her wrist and pulled her over.

  "Kō no jikan."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Let me go."

  "Let go of me! Are you standing firmly?"

  Her face turned red: "I can."

  He lightly laughed and domineeringly said: "Dont be allowed to speak."

  Then he turned his head and said to the man behind him: "Squeeze your mother, squeeze again, try it on me." He spoke without any restraint or concern for being dirty.

  The man was about to scold back, but when he saw Jiang Nian, he became timid.

  The young man was tall with silver hair and black diamond earrings, always having a mixed underworld quality. He didnt dare to speak, he could only walk out.

  Jiangs fierce tone made Meng Ting a little afraid, so she could only try to keep her distance from him.

  Jiang Ren turned his head and saw her like this, curved his lips: "What are you afraid of, its not like Im going to hurt you."

  Meng Tings face turned slightly red, but he was really fierce.

  She gripped the metal railing beside her, saying nothing.

  However, it has clearly become much more spacious around here.

  The bus swayed all the way, and the terminal was not far from Meng Tings home. She didnt realize that Jiang Rens face wasnt good until she got off the bus.

  He pursed his lips tightly, his eyebrows furrowed.

  He got carsick.

  Meng Ting lowered her eyelashes and walked in the direction of going home.

  Jiang Ren felt a surge of nausea and his mood became even more irritable.

  Meng Ting.

  She turned around.

  "Why dont you eat what I gave you?"

  The ice cream in her hand had melted, and she hadnt taken a single bite. Meng heard the silence, his eyes slightly cold, took a few steps forward: "Alright, you look down on me."

  He rushed over and threw it directly into the trash can beside him.

  A loud bang was heard.

  She looked up at him.

  They were very close, behind her ink-colored glasses, a pair of clear eyes seemed somewhat resigned.

  How can he be so overbearing?

  Give whatever you want to give, throw away whatever you want to throw away.

  Forget it... She wont be with him for her whole life anyway, so no point in making a fuss about it.

  She thought for a long time and said softly: "Hold out your hand."

  Her hair was soft and had a warm glow in the sunlight. Jiang Nings eyebrows were cold, and Meng Ting said softly: "Sorry, its my fault."

  His fingertips trembled slightly, and he involuntarily stretched out his hand.

  It was early winter in November then.

  The air is fresh.

  He lowered his eyes, and in the black glove, a lemon-flavored soft candy was placed.

  Meng Ting was conscious and being pushed forward by someone.