Across the street is a supermarket. When Meng heard that he was coming back, Zhao Nuan's eyes lit up: "Listen, what did you choose for the last multiple-choice question?"

  Meng Ting thought for a moment: "D."

  Hong Hui immediately let out a sigh of relief, Zhao Nuanju looked like the sky was falling. Meng Ting smiled and felt nostalgic. This year has been like this, because of her excellent grades, all her classmates would ask her for answers, as if she was the standard answer.

  Meng's English listening is very good, with a full score of 150. She can get over 140 points, and the deducted points are basically for her composition or one or two fill-in-the-blank questions.

  She had been working hard all the time. Even during those two years when she was disfigured and had nothing to do, she would take on translation jobs. So after her rebirth, taking exams didn't feel unfamiliar to her.

  There are two boys in the class who changed into their sports uniforms and walked out with excitement.

  It was Li Yilong and Liu Yun who had previously begged Meng Ziyi not to run.

  "Hey, this year's basketball league is being held at the neighboring vocational high school! Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend, let's go watch a game!"

  Meng Ting recalled Jiang Nian's threatening words and hesitated for a moment. If it were up to her own choice, she wouldn't go.

  She didn't want to have anything to do with Jiang Ren.

  "Our class's Liu Yun and Li Yilong are also on the basketball team, go give them some cheers!"

  Meng Ting remained silent for a long time before nodding his head.

  She was used to not liking to owe people things. Jiang Ren helped her move the table, and if she regretted it, she would feel uneasy in her heart.

  "Come on, let's go."

  They walked into Lichai Vocational High School and found many students inside.

  In November, a breath of air would turn into white mist. However, the boys on the basketball court were still wearing short sleeves and shorts, sweating profusely.

  The girl on the sidelines shouted hoarsely: "Class 5, come on!"

  "Class Twelve, Rise Up."

  "We will win for sure in the seventh game!"

  The most people are in the center of the basketball court.

  The cheers rose and fell in waves, pushing the match towards a climax.

  Those fragmented cheers pieced together a complete name - Jiang Ren.

  Although Zhao Nuan Cheng didn't have a good impression of Jiang Ren, she couldn't help but feel curious at this moment.

  "Jiang Ren is also competing, let's go take a look and listen."

  However, the boys and girls in that place surrounded three circles inside and out, they were not tall enough, and no one saw their own shadow.

  The scene suddenly fell silent, then erupted into even more intense applause.

  "Ah ah ah, three minutes have passed!"

  "Jiang Ren is so handsome ahhhhhhh!"

  Meng Ting's heart was racing with excitement. After being reborn for so long, she felt young and tender again among the passionate and excited boys and girls.

  Zhao Nuan pulled her through the crowd and she finally managed to catch a glimpse of Jiang Ren through the gap.

  He wore a red jersey with a black number 5 on his chest.

  Behind is written in regular script "Jiang Ren".

  His silver hair was all sweat, following his angular face and dripping down to wet his jersey. He didn't care at all, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Passing and dribbling were done in one breath.

  He is the tallest boy in this game and also the most dazzling one.

  Even Zhao Nuanju's face turned red, being dazzled by this young man's hormones.

  A head of silver hair shines brightly, with wildness at the corners of his eyes and the tips of his eyebrows.

  He dunked the ball and looked around, but there was no smile on his face. The screams on the field were one after another, he made a pause gesture, and said to the referee: "Change players."

  His expression was cold and distant, and everyone could tell he was unhappy.

  Jiang Ren sat casually in the substitute area, Lu Yue brought over a bottle of water and a clean towel, also with a flushed face: "Jiang Ren, have some water."

  He looked at her with an even colder gaze.

  The exam in Class 7 has already ended.

  She deceived him! He gritted his teeth, how dare she deceive him!

  "Leave me alone!"

  Lu Yue awkwardly walked away. His sweat had soaked through his jersey, and he didn't even wipe it off, nor did he take a sip of water.

  He Junming asked Fang Tan: "What's wrong with Brother Ren? He was fine just now?"

  Jiang Ning usually wouldn't be substituted out halfway through a match. With his physical strength, he could play two matches without even resting, isn't that inhuman?

  He glanced at the "22:8" score next to him and thought that since his side had 22, they were likely to win: "He's in a bad mood."

  The contestant from No. 7 Middle School let out a sigh of relief.

  Jiang Ren finally took the stage, no need to say more, that guy played basketball fiercely, even the cheering girls turned around, and the whole court only heard Jiang Ren's name. They were all desperate before, but now that Jiang Ren has taken the stage, they started playing like they had chicken blood, frantically chasing after the score.

  The young man with silver hair and black eyes looked coldly at the score changing from 22:8 to 24:16.

  He Junming's heart was racing and he hastily called for a temporary halt to rest.

  He wiped his face and walked to Jiang Ren's side: "Brother Ren, let's go up. That group of turtles is about to overtake us."

  Fang Tan glanced into the crowd, and in the waves of people layer upon layer, he seemed to have caught sight of Meng Ting.

  Due to the crowd, she and Zhao Nuange couldn't get to the very front, occasionally only showing her face.

  The delicate girl was blocked by the boys in front of her, who were much taller than she was.

  Fang Tan suddenly had a bold idea. He sat down beside Jiang Ren, smiling and speaking in an offhand tone: "I saw Meng listening over there."

  Jiang Ren suddenly lifted his head.

  She raised her eyes and saw her in the crowd, Zhao Nuan was struggling to get a glimpse of her, this place was too crowded. Students from several schools came to join in the excitement, she couldn't even get to the first row, let alone see the game on the field.

  Meng Ting's glasses were knocked askew by someone, and she hastily reached out to adjust them, looking a bit flustered and silly.

  She spent the whole game taking care of her broken glasses.

  He suddenly laughed.

  Jiang Ren walked over, with everyone's eyes on him, crossing half of the court to reach her side.

  Meng Ting finally managed to adjust his glasses and let out a sigh of relief.

  It feels quiet around me.

  She raised her eyes and saw Jiang Ren.

  She was stopped outside the red line, while he was inside, smiling a bit mischievously: "Who's going to buy me a bottle of water and a towel?"

  The girls fell silent for a moment, then went crazy. They rushed to the small shop in the back, and the crowd dispersed immediately. There were also those who handed it over right away.

  He didn't answer, and instead pulled out a red ticket from his pocket.

  Meng Ting had a bad premonition for no reason, and she even thought of turning around and leaving.

  The young man chuckled and said, "Hey, classmate, can you help me out?"

  He handed her the one hundred yuan.

  Meng Ting raised his eyes and looked at him, sweat dripping from his brow bone, smiling: "Come on, hurry up."

  The tone was somewhat unruly.

  She was on the verge of tears, facing so many people's gaze, she couldn't accept it nor could she reject it.

  More and more people are watching, Meng Ting snatches the money from his hand, without saying a word, not even looking at him, turns around and walks towards the small grocery store.

  He stood behind her and saw her bright red ear tips, unable to help but laugh.

  Jiang Nian put on his wrist guard and turned back to tell the coach, "I'll go up in the second half."

  He Junming stared blankly at Meng Ting: "Isn't that Meng Ting from No. 7 Middle School with poor eyesight?"

  Fang Tan raised an eyebrow.

  He Han also seemed to have discovered something: "No way, doesn't that girl have a problem with her eyes?"

  He Junming suddenly felt dizzy and unclear, he looked at Lu Yue in the distance with a strange expression on her face, revealing a few hints of confusion. No way, even a big beauty like Lu Yue wouldn't want him, who would like a girl with eye problems?

  But there was no time for further thought as the second half of the match began soon.

  The boy in Class 7 saw Jiang Ren as soon as he entered the stage, and his heart let out a mournful cry, but his face was extremely calm.

  It's okay, the score gap is narrowing.

  Within two minutes of the start, their faces turned green. Damn it! This guy is crazy! Did they dig up his ancestral grave?

  Opposite No. 5! They're just playing a ball game, it's not a duel!

  Apart from free throws, even the seven-pointers were made.

  The whole field was dominated by Jiang Ren's dribbling and shooting, and the girls' voices were almost hoarse from cheering.

  Jiang Ren's eyes were very bright, as if there was stardust in them.

  Fang Tan, who was resting in the next game, kept an eye on the crowd, but his face changed.

  Meng listened to her... and never came back.

  Until the judge announced the final result, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Jiang Ren's smile also disappeared.

  He Junming looked at his face and was a little afraid: "Ning Ge..."

  Jiang Ren endured and didn't say a word, throwing the basketball in his hand, it hit the railing with a "thud".

  ~

  Talents gather at Licheng Vocational High School.

  At this moment, a farce is being performed on this road which was originally going to the convenience store.

  Shulan was drenched with grape juice.

  Her hair was disheveled as she rushed up and hit the girl: "Stinky bitch!"

  Several people on that girl's side said: "What's wrong with you? Are you still feeling wronged? Jiang Nian can't stand it, so he snatched Zhang Yiyi's boyfriend?"

  Meng listened back at this time, just happened to run into this scene.

  Shulan was also fierce and rushed forward without fear. She was slapped several times, dizzy and disoriented, but she hated these people to death.

  What's wrong with her stealing other people's boyfriends?

  Would he have been hooked by her in just a few words if he didn't have that intention?

  She can't even manage her own boyfriend and still comes to bother her!

  But one person can't beat five or six people.

  As she was lifted up by her hair, she saw Meng Ting walking by without a care.

  "Sister!"

  She couldn't believe that this was Meng Ting, who had been heartbroken when she herself got hurt in the past. She firmly believed that even if Meng Ting himself didn't die from it, he wouldn't let her get hurt.

  But it was really Meng Ting who walked quietly and silently past others with a calm expression!

  Those girls heard her call "sister" and also looked over.

  A girl wearing a junior high school uniform with her hair tied in pigtails walked by carrying mineral water and a towel.

  She didn't even notice Xiu Lan, as if she were just a stranger.

  A fierce glint flashed in Shulan's eyes.

  How dare you!

  Why should I be beaten when Meng Ting has had everything since childhood?

  "Sister, don't you care about me?"

  She saw Meng Ting still walking forward, suddenly turned her head and said to those girls: "She is my sister, now she must be calling for someone! We're done!"

  The girl paused for a moment, her expression sinking: "Stop that woman."

  Meng Ting didn't expect Shu Lan to make this move, and her heart grew even colder. She was taken aback for a moment, then composed herself.

  She knew she couldn't beat them up, so she pointed at her school uniform: "I'm from No. 7 Middle School, I don't know her."

  The girl saw Meng listening so calmly and quietly, and for a moment she was inclined to believe her words. Moreover, looking at her eyes, there seemed to be some problem with them, and she didn't dare to interfere too much: "Let's go."

  Shulan was furious, and Meng Ting really didn't care about her anymore. She struggled recklessly: "Don't you believe me? Didn't we all want to know who the person in the photo that Jiang Ren saw earlier was?"

  She pointed with her hand: "It's her! She is my own sister. She just wants to run and call for help, don't believe me? Take off her glasses."

  Meng's face changed slightly, and the girl who was leading made a signal with her eyes. A bottle of water was poured over his head from above.

  The air is filled with biting chill.

  Meng Ting's glasses were trampled during the tug-of-war, and glucose water flowed down her forehead.

  There was a moment of silence in the air.

  She didn't dare open her eyes, afraid of getting infected if water got in.

  The whole world was in a state of panic and confusion, but those girls suddenly became quiet.

  “She…”

  "She really is..."

  The person in the photo, what they look like when they grew up.

  Meng Ting felt like he was extremely unlucky!

  She was anxious and angry, but the towel in her hand was taken away by someone, covering her face, and she was carefully wiping the water droplets from her eyes.

  His fingers were distinct and his fingertips were scorching hot.

  In the cool autumn air, one can hear the sound of breathing.

  She couldn't see, but heard the group of girls stuttering: "Jiang... Jiang Ren..."

  The man at the front desk was also worried about her.

  Don't mess with anyone, but don't mess with Jiang Ren.

  The staircase of Anhaiting is an emergency facility and usually nobody walks on it. Therefore the staircase is quiet.

  The green "Safety Exit" with four big characters and an arrow guides all the way, the corridor is dimly lit.

  Meng Ting could only hear her own footsteps, and she still had a backpack on her back as she walked up along the handrail.

  On the third floor corridor, she suddenly collided with a sturdy chest at the corner.

  Meng Ting was startled: "Ah!"

  Anyone who suddenly sees something in a dark and eerie environment with a green glow will be scared, she covered her forehead and retreated several steps.

  She raised her eyes and saw the outline of Jiang Ren's face.

  In the dim light, he had a few moments of stunned expression, and put his hand on the place where she had bumped into him.

  The young man's muscles were solid, but it was her forehead that had been bumped and was now dizzy.

  Her voice was sweet, that trembling "ah" had an upward tone, like a broken whisper. Just now, something hit his chest, but he didn't know what it was.

  Meng Ting's face turned white, and her hands and feet couldn't stop trembling.

  She couldn't see Jiang Ren's face clearly, but she knew she had just bumped into him. Jiang Ren was originally overbearing and unreasonable, so she quickly apologized: "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

  Jiang Ren's lips curved slightly: "Mm."

  Meng Ting didn't know what to do anymore. This was a bolt from the blue for her, and who would have thought that Jiang Ren wasn't at the party, but instead in this dark stairwell.

  Outside Anhaiting's transparent window, the sea breeze blows gently.

  Meng Ting leaned back against the cold wall, feeling a bit at a loss.

  "It wasn't on purpose." She was simple, but not stupid, how could she let someone get hurt like that? Her vision was still blurry, and she knew he was having a hard time, so she couldn't help but whisper, "I'm scared too."