Meng Ting didn't expect it to be like this. ... Cop Shu Zhitong also said: "Shu Yang, take good care of Tingting, do you know? She's your sister, her eyes aren't convenient, you're in the same grade, don't let people bully her."

  "She doesn't need me to take care of her."

  "This child..."

  Shu Zhiting felt a bit embarrassed and then pulled Meng Ting over, saying somewhat apologetically: "Meng Ting, don't mind him."

  Meng Ting smiled and said: "No way, Shu Yang has a hard mouth but a soft heart."

  Shu Zhitong felt a bit embarrassed: "Dad Shu, I'm troubling you with something."

  "Xiao Lan didn't come home last night, she said she was sleeping at a classmate's house. She's grown up and there are many things I don't dare to interfere with. I'm afraid of what might happen to her in school..." He paused for a moment, then thought of his daughter and sighed. "I'm afraid she'll fall in love too early and go astray, you're so obedient and sensible, can you teach her well?"

  Meng Ting still can't get over Shu Lan's death in her past life.

  If Shulan hadn't untied that rope, she wouldn't have died. Moreover, she risked going down to find her missing younger brother in the landslide. She didn't understand why Shulan untied the rope, but there was always a thorn in her heart.

  However, looking at the man in front of him who had gone grey at the temples for the sake of his children's debts, Meng couldn't say anything and just nodded.

  Meng Ting and Shu Yang walked to school one in front of the other.

  They all attended No. 7 Middle School in their second year of high school, Meng Ting was in Class 1 and Shu Yang was in Class 2.

  Both of them were the first in class.

  Meng Ting looked at the slender back of the young man. After being burned, it was Shu Yang and Uncle Shu who insisted on her treatment. They never gave up on her.

  Shu Yang's back figure was getting farther and farther away. After a long time crossing the road, he turned his head to look at Meng Ting, stopped in his tracks, and quietly waited for her.

  The two of them arrived at school together at 7:45 and then quietly walked into their respective classrooms.

  As soon as Meng Ting walked in, many students in the class greeted her.

  "Good morning, Meng Ting."

  "Good morning."

  This year Meng Ting is the class representative of the English lesson.

  Everyone knows that she comes from a poor family background, and was involved in a car accident with her mother, resulting in her mother's death and her own blindness. However, due to her excellent academic performance, she was directly admitted to No. 7 Middle School from her original junior high school. As a result, she always ranked first in every exam, except for the one time when she had surgery and was absent, it can be said that she is an inspirational model.

  So she went to school with a cane and sunglasses on, and nobody made fun of her. In fact, everyone was very friendly to her from the start.

  She sat next to a boy who wore glasses. He was shy and rarely communicated with his classmates, studied very hard, but his grades just couldn't improve.

  The girl at the front desk turned around with an excited face: "I heard you're coming!"

  Meng Ting's lips curved into a smile, somewhat nostalgic, his tone as gentle as the March wind: "Zhao Nuan Cheng."

  Zhao Nuanrang tidied up Meng Ting's hair, which was blown messy by the morning wind. She lowered her voice and said, "Meng Ting, don't forget to apply for the scholarship, the form has been sent out." She knew that Meng Ting's family situation wasn't very good, and she felt sorry for this girl who had a tough life.

  "Good."

  The first lesson was taught by Class Teacher Tang Xiaoli, who is a Chinese teacher and has a elegant temperament.

  Meng Ting listened carefully to these familiar knowledge and slowly took notes.

  Her hand holding the pen was unfamiliar, but exceptionally serious.

  The boy Hong Hui sitting at the same table couldn't help but look at what she was writing, he was thirsty for knowledge and anxious about his poor grades, coincidentally the top student in class was sitting next to him, so he often couldn't resist "stealing" her experience.

  Meng listened carefully and caught his gaze, revealing the book.

  Her clean and gentle temperament made Hong Zhi feel embarrassed instead. He thought to himself, no wonder so many people think Meng Tingren is nice, she's really warm and lovely.

  After one class, Meng Ting finally found some of the feeling of being in high school.

  This year in July, because there was no money, the table and fan were old. The chair was not firm, and it creaked with a slight shake.

  The only new thing in the classroom is the multimedia blackboard in front of the classroom.

  Fortunately, air conditioners are not needed in autumn, but these facilities make everyone feel a big difference.

  After all, the vocational school next door had already installed air conditioning and heating.

  Others are comfortable and enjoying themselves, they have air conditioning in summer and heating in winter, no one is left behind.

  The difference between the rich and the poor is just this big.

  After the first class, something happened in school.

  A commotion was heard outside, Meng Ting sat on the stool. After a while, Zhao Nuanju came in, her face excited with gossip: "Shen Yuqing from Class 14 is going to the neighboring vocational school, she's not attending classes anymore, guess why?"

  Meng Ting's heart skipped a beat.

  For what? What can be for is of course because of Jiang Ren.

  As expected, Zhao Nuanju said: "She actually did it for a boy in vocational high school. Look at her usual proud appearance, got the title of campus belle, who can't look down on her, now she's going to fight with a girl from vocational high school for a boyfriend, isn't it ridiculous?"

  Liu Xiaoyi, who was sitting at the back of the table, also heard it and interjected: "That's because that boy has a big background."

  In July, news was blocked, and Jiang Ren entered Licheng Vocational High School in September. He made a big name for himself there, but the good students at No. 7 Middle School rarely knew him.

  Zhao Nuan rolled her eyes and couldn't help but feel a bit of superiority as a good student: "How bad can it be, is the sky going to fall?"

  Liu Xiaoyi shrugged: "It's really going up to the sky, Junyang Group do you know? The country's largest real estate company, their family."

  Zhao Nuan Cheng: “......Damn it.”

  Liu Xiaoyi, being at the forefront of the information age, couldn't help but say: "Last week, he beat their class teacher into hospital in class, and now he's still staying in school. It's not surprising that Shen Yuqing looks up to such a person."

  In one's youth, being arrogant is also a kind of capital.

  Many classmates gathered around: "Why did he hit the teacher?"

  "Wow, you're so brave, even daring to hit the teacher."

  Having money is nothing to brag about, being so arrogant, one day society will teach you a lesson.

  "What's wrong with that? If you don't work hard, just inherit the family property then."

  A group of people laughed and said get out.

  In the midst of the chirping and chattering sounds, Meng Ting suddenly stood up.

  "Quickly tell me where you're going?"

  Meng Ting furrowed her brow. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with her, but she knew. The current school flower Shen Yuqing was going to find someone, her sister Shu Lan.

  She no longer wanted to care about Shu Lan, but her father's words of caution that morning still lingered in her ears.

  Shu's father is getting old and his body is getting worse. Sometimes, when he works in the lab, he doesn't pay attention and radiation can knock him down. He has spent his whole life worrying about his children, it can be said that he died for Meng Ting. Meng Ting turned around and asked Zhao Nuan: "I'm not feeling well, can you help me ask the teacher for a leave?"

  Zhao Nuan nodded hastily.

  Meng Ting walked to the school gate, but the security guard wouldn't let her out. She rarely lied, but thinking of what would happen if she didn't control herself next, she pointed at her eyes: "Uncle, my eyes are uncomfortable."

  The gate guard recognized her as a well-known diligent and motivated girl in school, and quickly let her pass.

  The neighboring vocational school was much easier to get into, and the gate was almost useless. Meng Ting walked to the door of Class 8, Grade 2, when there was a burst of noise in the classroom.

  Shen Yuqing didn't come alone, she has a girl group with her.

  Shulan is also a stubborn one. Meng heard her say as she walked in: "Even if you are Jiang's girlfriend, what's the big deal? Who doesn't know that he didn't even show up on your birthday two days ago and just threw you a purse later?"

  Shen Yuqing is very proud of herself, but her combat power is not weak either: "If he doesn't care about me, I'm his official girlfriend. How old are you to learn how to steal someone's boyfriend? Do you have any family education?"

  The people around him applauded.

  The original wife tore up the little three on the spot, all for the sake of Jiang Ren, a legendary figure. It's simply a great show.

  When Meng Ting walked in, everyone's eyes fell on her.

  This blind man's outfit is too eye-catching. She bypassed the crowd and pulled Shulan, who was about to scold her back, out of the classroom. Shulan was furious: "What are you doing here? I can take care of myself, go back and read your book."

  Other people's inquiring gazes made Shu Lan feel ashamed, as if they were saying, "Your sister is blind, isn't she?"

  Meng Ting's expression was calm: "Dad told me this morning that he is worried about you. It wasn't easy for him to raise us."

  Shulan frowned, wanting to retort.

  "Even if you win against Shen Yuqing, how will others treat you? Jiang Ren doesn't even care about Shen Yuqing, why would he care about you?" Meng said, "That thing I helped you with playing the piano, does your friend know about it? Can you guarantee she won't say anything?"

  Shulan was startled.

  She didn't go home last night, and many people saw her going to find Jiang Ren. Her vanity got the better of her, and sure enough, there were rumors the next day that Jiang Ren liked her and took her out to play all night, and she didn't even refute it, as a result, Shen Yuqing came looking for her.

  Shulan hesitated and said, "They won't tell anyone, will they?" However, she still had some concerns. After returning home, she kept a low profile and told Shen Yuqing, "That's just a rumor, I slept at Lin Meng's house yesterday, she can vouch for me."

  Lin Meng nodded.

  "You're one to talk, look at yourself." Shen Yuqing sneered and finally stopped.

  As she walked away, Shen Yuqing glanced at Meng Ting outside the classroom. This girl knew that they were the top of their grade. Meng Ting from Class 1 had poor eyesight.

  Meng Ting and Shu Lan know each other?

  Shulan fortunately did not stubbornly insist on it like in her past life for the sake of vanity and Shen Yuqing.

  Shulan's face didn't look good: "You'd better go back now, sis. Don't let others find out about the piano playing."

  Meng Ting turned around and went downstairs: "I know." She and Shu Lan had different purposes, but neither of them wanted to let Jiang Ren know that she was the one playing the piano.

  The campus is cool in October.

  The environment of Lì Cái is more than twice as good as that of Qī Zhōng, with new teaching buildings and facilities. This side has better greening, a larger school, and compared to Qī Zhōng, it's really pathetic.

  She went downstairs and hurried across the path to get back to class.

  The basketball flew over the camphor wood and barely passed by her ear.

  "Did you hit someone?" Fang Tan frowned and asked from the other side.

  Jiang Ren remained still like a statue, while He Junming ran over and saw Meng Ting, then turned around and shouted loudly: "Nian Ge, it's that blind classmate from yesterday."

  Jiang Ren's gaze turned over.

  Meng Ting was stunned and walked out of school.

  Jiang Ren took the ball from Fang Tan's hand, threw a shot, and the ball bounced in front of Meng Ting, bouncing far away, her footsteps stopped.

  Jiang Ren slipped his hands into his pockets, wearing a number five jersey, tall and long-legged, walking over in just two minutes.

  He stepped on the ball with one foot, a cold smile spreading across his face: "Classmate, can you see that?"

  Otherwise, what's the point of stopping? The blind don't know danger.

  He leaned in close, although it was autumn, he had a thin layer of sweat on his silver hair due to exercise. The people upstairs were arguing loudly, but he didn't care at all.

  Meng Ting furrowed his brow, this year he was 187 cm tall, 27 cm taller than her, and looking down at her made him feel very oppressive.

  As he reached out to take her sunglasses, she hastily used her cane to block his hand.

  The wooden cane was hard and heavy, and the sound of it hitting bone made one's hair stand on end.

  Several people in the room were stunned.

  Jiang Ren's smile disappeared from his face, he said: "I don't have a principle of not hitting girls."

  He Junming hastily pulled Jiang Ren: "Niang brother, forget it, she's a blind person. Maybe it was just an accident."

  Jiang Ren has intermittent explosive disorder, a difficult-to-control condition.

  No one dared to provoke him, and He Junming saw that there was no smile on his face, so he didn't dare to pull again.

  Meng Ting also knew.

  The air has been still for a long time.

  Meng Ting was a little afraid, and he lowered his head and said in a soft voice: "Sorry, my eyes can't see the light." His voice was gentle and soft, like the most lingering wind in Jiangnan, with a hint of sweetness.

  Jiang Ren had a moment of distraction.

  Before he came to himself, she had already hastily walked away.

  This time he took a step back, apparently believing that he would hit him.

  In October's autumn hues, her blue and white school uniform was a slender and elegant silhouette.

  He Junming said stupidly: "Not a mute." The voice was nice to hear, sweet to the bone. However, it was unexpectedly sweet.

  Jiang Ning lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand, which had turned bright red.

  That son of a bitch hitting people is really painful.

  "Hey Nian, what were you doing touching her sunglasses?"

  He didn't hear Jiang Ren say that Meng was not blind, and based on his own understanding, he said: "She's a blind girl, what if she takes off two empty holes without eyeballs staring at you?" He said, still making a gesture of plugging in both eyes, it was too scary, simply eye-catching.

  Jiang Ren didn't say anything.

  He watched her walk away, and for some reason, suddenly remembered that box of small strawberries he had snatched.

  If she wasn't mute, then why didn't she want to talk to him before? Did she look down on people from their vocational school?

  He rubbed his hand against his back hard, damn it, what's with the pulling, a woman like his mother at least had some capital.

  She's a blind person with one eye problem, thinking she's superior and all that nonsense.

  Meng Ting stood up.

  She also didn't think it would really work out.

  Her heart beats a little faster, 80,000 yuan...

  Xia Junming's face was also stunned: "Damn... did I win?"

  Fang Tan and He Han were also stunned.

  "He Jiaoming: "She's 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 respond to his words 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, as well as a bank card.

  Lu Yue stood beside Meng Ting, her face didn't look too good.

  She had been first for many years and thought she would be stable this year, but was taken by Meng Ting.

  It's all about Lu Yue's mindset, her mind is on Jiang Ren, she reads books carelessly, in previous years she could score 140 points, this year only 136, after all, she's still young, and her thoughts are quite obvious.

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

  Meng didn't like to say polite words, and upon hearing this, he lightly said: "Thank you, and congratulations to Lu Yuexue senior."

  Lu Yue sneered inwardly, wasn't it just getting first place? Meng Ting had seen many people like this since she was a child, poor and unassuming, like dusty dust, with no strengths other than 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 couldn't 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 boy 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: "Watch me do something, take it."

  Meng didn't want to see him and didn't 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 several years later, for over a hundred yuan.

  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, didn't you? Just eat and stop making so much noise."