Meng Ting didn't expect it to be like this... Su Shulan couldn't care about anything else anymore, and she grabbed Meng Ting's arm, at this time she knew she had given in: "It was all my fault, can you come with me for a bit?"

  Meng Ting only came to retrieve her own things and wasn't there to cause trouble. She walked with Shu Lan to the corner of the room under everyone's inquiring gazes.

  Next to the counter, a beautiful music box was spinning.

  Soft music flowed, Meng Ting's gaze fell on Shu Lan, with a few moments of daze.

  This beautiful skirt was something she didn't have the courage to touch in her past life. Until the day she died, she never wore it on herself.

  Shulan doesn't have enough charm and can't bring out that kind of breathtaking beauty.

  The skirt is magnificent and light, originally this can be used as a dancing skirt.

  Shulan gritted her teeth: "Sister, I know you're the best. Just lend it to me for tonight and I'll return it tomorrow. That gold medal... I gave it to someone, it's not good to ask for it back, do you want me to lose face?"

  It's this kind of reason again.

  Just like playing piano for the first time.

  Meng Ting faced Shu Lan, and for the first time, she didn't have that soft and gentle feeling in her heart. She stared straight into Shu Lan's eyes and said sternly, "This is the last time you touch my things. Return my skirt immediately, and go get back my gold medal too. You don't want them to know that you're useless, do you? Even that piano thing was fake, and you stole my stuff."

  That word "steal" almost made Shu Lan jump in shock, her eyes wide with incredulity: "We're sisters, how could you use the word 'steal'! You've really chilled me to the bone."

  Sister...

  There was a moment when Meng Ting wanted to slap her hard. She had once cherished these two words more than anything, but she disfigured herself to save Shu Lan, yet Shu Lan let her die on the slide.

  Meng Ting closed her eyes and then opened them again, calmly saying: "We're not sisters, we won't be in this lifetime. Either you give it to me or I'll go over there myself to make things clear."

  Shulan saw that she was not yielding, and finally knew that Meng Ting was serious. However, two months ago, Meng Ting had been eager to give her everything good, so why was he now treating her with a coldness that surpassed that of a stranger?

  She certainly couldn't let Jiang Ren and the others know the truth. The piano, dance, skirt, all these things belonged to Meng Ting... She snorted: "I'll give it back to you, don't regret it later, I won't acknowledge you as my sister anymore."

  Meng Ting didn't say a word, he just quietly looked at her, making Shu Lan feel a bit guilty.

  Shulan ran into the outside bathroom and came out with a change of clothes after a while. When she handed the skirt to Meng Ting, Meng Ting carefully hugged it.

  "Are you kidding me? Your mom died right in front of you because of this, and you still want to dance again?" Meng Ting's beauty was originally a kind of sin.

  The sentence made Meng Ting's fingers tremble slightly.

  She clutched her skirt tightly and rarely got angry: "Just take care of yourself."

  She took the lead in hugging that skirt and walking out. He Junming saw her, excitedly waving his hand: "Meng Ting, come here."

  Jiang Ren also returned, sitting on the single sofa over there, and then raised his eyes to look at her. His gaze swept lightly across the skirt in her hand, and he couldn't help but curve his lips: "Yours?"

  That skirt looks great.

  When Shulan arrived, it almost caught everyone's attention.

  Jiang Ren always saw Meng Ting with a big and heavy backpack, wearing her school uniform quietly. Like a well-behaved student going home after school.

  This thing is actually hers?

  Meng Ting's heart skipped a beat.

  She had just gotten angry and almost forgot that Jiang Ren was still here.

  She shook her head: "No." Then added in a low voice, "It's borrowed, and it needs to be returned."

  As soon as this was said, Shulan felt relieved and her face felt hot.

  Those girls just covered their mouths and laughed: "Ah, what was it that someone said earlier? The one-of-a-kind Gao Ding, turns out it's borrowed!"

  "You can't even see yourself clearly, yet you really think you're so great."

  Shulan clenched her fists tightly.

  Meng Ting also heard it. If it were in the past, she would have been heartbroken for her sister... But now, she could only say that Shu Lan was reaping what she had sown.

  Jiang Ren leaned against the sofa: "What about this one?"

  In his hand was that small gold medal. "Yours? Otherwise, why would I return it to you?"

  Shulan was afraid of being heard by Meng, so she quickly said: "Jiang Ren, that's mine, give it back to me, okay?"

  "Scram, it's mine once it's in my hands."

  He didn't look at Shulan either, but instead looked at Meng Ting: "You can also want to, come and play a game, good student."

  Meng thought about that photo and knew she had to get it back. She was a bit afraid of him: "What game?"

  He casually picked up a pair of dice from the black coffee table, threw one into the dice cup: "Guess big or small, 123 is small, 456 is big. If you guess correctly, I'll give it to you. If you lose...". He smiled with a few points of awkwardness, "Buy an old man a week's worth of breakfast, do you dare to bet?"

  He Junming's heart was filled with a burst of anger. Everything else was fine, but Nian Ge was too shameless.

  That die, Jiang Ren thought, would land on whatever number it was shaken into.

  Meng will definitely lose without a doubt.

  Fang Tan also held back his laughter, waiting to see the joke.

  Meng Ting and they think differently, if not gamble, then a lifetime will not be taken back. A die is six, guessing big or small. The odds of winning or losing are 50-50. This kind of thing that depends on luck has a certain probability.

  Her tone was soft and hesitant: "Little."

  Jiang Ren's eyes wandered aimlessly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly upwards.

  He didn't look but knew it was a 6 inside.

  She clutched a skirt and looked at his palm with a serious and tense expression.

  Her hair was a warm orange-yellow color, making her hair look soft and silky. She had never focused her gaze on him like this before.

  Kongou's movements stopped.

  Is this thing important to her? She obviously dislikes him, yet she's willing to make such a deal.

  Meng Ting.

  "Hmm?" Her gaze shifted to his face, with a soft and gentle tone.

  "Come and uncover it yourself."

  She was a bit nervous, her jade-white hand placed on the dice cup. Jiang Ren felt the warmth of her approaching in that instant, the warm fragrance of November, a temperature that seemed to burn everything.

  The moment when the dice cup is lifted.

  She couldn't help but open her eyes wide and then looked at him with delight: "You lost."

  He smiled wryly: "Yeah, I lost."

  The first time he saw her smile, although he could only see the upturned corners of her mouth, there was a sweet taste that reached his heart, damn pure.

  On the white dice, a bright red 1 is on top.

  Jiang Ren gave her that small golden plaque.

  She put it in her school uniform. Meng Ting had never gambled with anyone before, she let out a breath of relief, fortunately, she won and got the thing back, and she should go home too.

  Waiting for her figure to disappear at the gate of Anhai Court without any nostalgia, He Junming and his group were still in a daze.

  Damn it!

  No way! How could it be just one?!

  He Junming suspected he hadn't woken up yet and after a while asked: "Ning Ge, how did you lose?"

  Jiang Ren leaned against the sofa, his chest still sore and soft from her collision. He said casually: "Lost is lost, what reason can there be."

  ~

  Wednesday was the day for Meng Ting's eye re-examination.

  At noon, Shu's father couldn't come back, so he thought for a moment and let Shu Yang and Meng Ting go together.

  In these two years, either Shu Baba accompanied Meng Ting to go, or occasionally when Shu Lan had a request for Meng Ting, she would also follow along.

  However, the atmosphere between the two daughters was clearly not right last night. Shu's father thought they were sulking and had no choice but to call Shu Yang to accompany her sister together.

  School is over at noon.

  Shu Yang waited for Meng Ting at the school gate: "Let's go."

  He rarely speaks and has an ordinary appearance, with a pair of dark eyes, and his personality is particularly gloomy. The two of them were the top students in their respective classes, but no one had ever thought they knew each other.

  Meng Ting didn't know how to get along with his younger brother, shook his head: "I can go by myself."

  Shu Yang didn't even look at her, his eyes fixed on the fallen leaves of the campus paulownia tree: "Dad called."

  It means that if it weren't for Shu Dad's repeated reminders, he wouldn't be willing to go. If he didn't go, the task wouldn't be completed either. Meng Liang's face turned slightly red with a hint of embarrassment: "Thanks."

  "Uh-huh."

  The city hospital is a bit far from school.

  That year, the bus to the hospital had a frequency of one hour, and when the No. 31 bus finally came slowly.

  Meng Ting got on first, followed by Shu Yang. The crowded crowd almost bumped into her, and he blocked them with his arm.

  Before getting on the bus, he looked back.

  A silver-haired youth wearing a red jersey gazed at them with an expressionless face.

  Shu Yang furrowed his brow and sat down in his seat.

  He Junming peeked out and looked, as if he had discovered a new continent: "Just now that was Meng Ting, I'll go to her and that boy..." He chuckled, "Good students also fall in love early? Doesn't she have some eye problems? That boy from No. 7 Middle School has such unique taste..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when he saw Nige suddenly come back to his senses and dash towards the bus.

  At this age, the young man has strong and powerful legs.

  They had just finished playing ball, and Jiang Ren was still wearing his soccer jersey and shorts in the already somewhat chilly November.

  His calf muscles were solid, and his silver hair was covered in sweat.

  He almost ran to the bus station with a reckless abandon.

  However, Licheng Vocational High School is a bit far from the bus station.

  He ran over there just as the bus was pulling away.

  Jiang Ren's eyes were pitch black, and he picked up a stone from the grass on the side of the road. Almost without hesitation, he smashed it onto the car body, the young man's arm strength was astonishing, making a dull "thud" sound.

  Everyone on the bus was startled.

  The driver turned back from the window and scolded loudly.

  Swearing very dirty.

  However, the boy's eyes were pitch black and cold, staring unwaveringly.

  Meng Ting also turned his head back.

  She saw him at a glance.

  In early winter, his red jersey was like fire, and in his eyes was a fierce anger that burned everything. His jaw muscles bulged, and the veins on his sturdy arms throbbed with each jump.

  He Junming was shocked and patted Fang Tan's shoulder, stuttering: "Tanzi, what to do?"

  Fang Tan was also stunned.

  They all knew that they had been at Licheng Vocational High School for two months.