Meng Ting didn't expect it would be like this... Meng Ting stood up.

  She also didn't think it would really succeed.

  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: "Nige where are you going?"

  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 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 not old, 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 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. Isn't it just about getting first place? Meng Ting had seen many people like this before - poor and unassuming, like dust that's been trampled on, with no redeeming qualities except for decent grades.

  As for Lu Yue, she was beautiful and came from a wealthy family. Her good grades were just the icing on the cake. She had things that Meng 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 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: "Watch me do it, 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 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, didn't you? Just eat and stop making so much noise."

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

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

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

  "Meng Ting, your grades are very good?"

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

  Jiang couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably.

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

  "Laugh at your hypocrisy, okay is just okay, and it's 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 Ren's existence was like the most rebellious and untamed ray of light, cutting through all pretenses of humility. Meng Ting's face turned bright red as she found herself unable to refute.

  "I'm going home." She took a step back, moving further away from him.

  Jiang Ren curved his lips: "I'll send you back then."

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

  Jiang's 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 couldn't 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, didn't Niu 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."

  "You're not actually here to cheer me up today, are you?"

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

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

  Jiang Nian looked at her coldly: "You've 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 her an opportunity, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

  He actually came looking for Meng Ting.

  Ke Meng felt that her eyes had a problem. But under Jiang Ren's gaze, Lu Yue couldn't 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 feelings for 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 Ting's student ID.

  Fang Tan was also uncertain and after a while said: "Don't think too much, Jiang Ren won't 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 people were getting off work, and the bus was packed.

  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 couldn't help but click his tongue.

  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 don't have any cards or money."

  The car fell silent for an instant.

  Master was stunned for a moment, so, you want to take the king's car?

  "Then go down."

  Meng Ting also followed the crowd's gaze, everyone was looking at him with a strange look in their eyes, but he didn't care.

  Meng Ting's 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 the courage: "You ride your bike back home."

  Jiang Ren couldn't help but laugh: "You're 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 didn't say anything and started the car.

  Meng furrowed her brow, the bus didn't allow looking for money, so Jiang Nian spent a hundred yuan on a bus ride? She couldn't help but feel some regret, if she had helped him swipe his card, he wouldn't have ended up so miserable.

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

  Jiang Ren's 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 jiritsu."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Let me go."

  "Let go of you, can you stand firmly?"

  Her face turned red: "I can."

  He lightly laughed and domineeringly said: "Don't 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 didn't dare to speak, he could only walk out.

  Jiang's 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, it's not like I'm going to hurt you."

  Meng Ting's 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 Ting's home. She didn't realize that Jiang Ren's face wasn't 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 don't you eat what I gave you?"

  The ice cream in her hand had melted, and she hadn't 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 won't 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 Ning's eyebrows were cold, and Meng Ting said softly: "Sorry, it's 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 eyelids, and in the black glove, a lemon-flavored soft candy was placed.

  Meng Ting is indeed.

  "They smiled and said: 'It's still early, others haven't arrived yet, you can only wait.' But in their heart, they had a hint of appreciation, coming so early ahead of time at least proved that they were very concerned."

  Meng Ting leaned against the corner and continued reading a book from her bag.

  It was a little after 8:40 when everyone had arrived. They were all students, mostly seventeen or eighteen years old, since they belonged to the high school group.

  Everyone was sitting in their own resting place chatting, when suddenly the crowd started making a racket.

  Meng Ting raised his eyes and saw Jiang Ren.

  It was November then, and behind the small fountain in front of the art gallery, the sun had just risen, becoming a beautiful rainbow under the morning sunlight.

  Jiang Ren rode a mountain motorcycle, wearing a black tight-fitting suit, with silver hair that was eye-catching, and a pair of black diamond earrings that refracted light, with a sports wristband on his wrist, becoming the most dazzling existence.

  Most of the participants in the competition are students with very good grades. I have never seen a group of people with such a hooligan-like demeanor before.

  They seemed to be here to cause trouble and security wouldn't let them in.

  Jiang Ren hung his helmet on the car and got out. His eyebrows had a few hints of anger: "What, not allowed in?"

  The security guard could only say: "There's a competition being held here."

  Inside was also noisy and chaotic.

  "What's with the mixed society? What brings you here?"

  "Haha anyway it's impossible for me to come and compete."

  A boy wearing glasses whispered: "If you want to show off, drive a car, why ride a motorcycle."

  That year motorcycles had become widespread, but for teenagers around ten years old, there were really only a few people who could afford to buy small cars.

  Another boy was speechless: "You've read too many books and have no vision, don't talk nonsense, his mountain bike is worth a supercar."

  The boy wearing glasses obviously didn't believe it, but quite a few people who heard this looked over.

  He Junming didn't expect this place to be so humiliating, he snorted and was about to scold someone when Fang Tan pulled him back: "Be low-key, don't cause trouble today, don't annoy Nian Ge." He Junming immediately became timid.

  Jiang Ren lit a cigarette: "She came to find her friend, she's in the competition."

  The security guard said: "Who is your friend?"

  Jiang Ren's gaze passed through the glass door and fell on Meng Ting.

  She was already sitting in the corner, which was the closest place to him.

  He saw Meng Ting for the first time not wearing No. 7 Middle School uniform.

  She wore a light yellow sweater because it was chilly in the morning, with a small rose on the collar, green leaves entwining the branches. It had an inexplicable soft and elegant feel to it.

  She saw him looking at her, froze for a moment, as if afraid of getting involved with him, and quickly turned her head away.

  He couldn't help but laugh.

  Damn it.

  The security guard saw them and didn't say a word, let alone allow them to enter.

  Some parents are allowed in, but Jiang Ren and his friends, smoking and dyeing their hair, look like delinquents at first glance.

  Lu Yue pushed through the crowd and ran out, telling the security guard: "Uncle, they are my friends, can you let them in?"

  He Junming smiled and said: "Lu Yue, let's cheer you up."

  Lu Yue couldn't help but glance at Jiang Chen, a joyful feeling rising in her heart.

  Jiang Ren furrowed his brow and fell silent.

  The security guard hesitated for a moment, and Lu Yue said: "I'm the champion of several years ago, can't my friend cheer me on?"

  There was a hint of pride in her tone.

  The security guards nodded after discussing and then turned to Jiang Ren and others: "You can go in, turn off your phone, no smoking, and no noise."

  He Junming was speechless, so going in meant going to jail?

  After several hours of competition, they still couldn't understand it.

  He just wanted to say that he couldn't go in, so let's wait outside, Brother Nian.

  As a result, Jiang Ren saw him extinguish the cigarette butt in the fountain and then throw it into the trash can, putting his hands in his pockets and walking away.

  He has a strong aura about him, and at first glance, he doesn't seem like a good person. The good students inside all gave way to him.

  He Junming: "Huh? Really going?"

  Fang Tan: "Jiang Ren has gone in."

  "What's so good about this?"

  They said so, and a few people smoked a cigarette before following in.

  He Junming couldn't help but laugh: "These chicks don't look that great."

  "He Han burst out laughing: 'Maybe it's just his brain that works well, other places don't work as well.'"

  He Junming laughed uncontrollably.

  In He Junming's cognition, it is rare for a learning tyrant to be beautiful, and Lu Yue can be considered an exceptional one.

  A faint scent of smoke wafted over, Meng Ting was stunned for a moment, then turned his head around.

  Jiang Ren sat down beside her with his legs crossed.

  His jacket zipper was unzipped, his hands were in his pockets, and he had a few points of annoying arrogance.

  Meng Ting felt very uneasy being so close to him.

  Jiang's presence was very strong, and many people were looking at him. She had no choice but to pretend she didn't know him and lowered her head.

  She sat in front of the glass window, her knees together, with a book spread out on her legs. A shallow patch of golden sunlight shone in.

  "Hey, good student, you don't even greet people you know, aren't you a bit too indifferent?"

  He leaned in close, Meng Ting closed his eyes and after a while whispered: "Not familiar."

  He couldn't help but laugh.

  "Do you know what my name is?"

  Meng Ting pursed her lips: "Jiang Ren."

  Her voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze stroking the tip of one's finger.

  He was stunned for a long time, then smiled: "Uh-huh."

  It's really frustrating, but somehow the long-held depression in my heart suddenly dissipated easily.

  He Junming and others came in at this time, saw Meng Ting was very surprised: "Xiao Mang... Meng Ting, you also participate in the competition."

  Meng nodded slightly.

  Lu Yue followed over, her eyes also fell on Meng Ting. She didn't know Meng Ting, but when she saw her eyes, her pupils flickered: "You're a classmate from No. 7 Middle School's sophomore class, right?"