The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

On the other side, after parting with Jiang Chen, Cheng Xingxing and Wu Gui went to the school's small supermarket, and they can go home on vacation tomorrow, why don't they reward themselves tonight?
At this moment, there is a long queue of people in the supermarket.

The two also waited for more than ten minutes before buying their supper.

Both are a bottle of soy milk and two duck feet.

Building A dormitory building, on the fifth floor, Cheng Xingxing and the tortoise leaned on the railing to look at the distance, eating duck feet and chatting again and again. In the dormitory, groups of three or four sat on the bed chatting, and some bought instant noodles for supper.

After finishing the snacks and washing up, the lights in the dormitory just turned off.

At this time in the dark dormitory, there were grimaces on the beds. Those students were probably watching videos or reading novels.

Lock the outside door, and the bathroom door is no exception, so that you can feel more secure.

According to the usual practice, the night before the holiday, if the mobile phone is issued, no teacher will come to check the dormitory, because they all know it in their hearts.

Tonight, the students will definitely have fun and grab a lot of mobile phones without thinking about it, but it doesn't mean much, so they tacitly didn't check it.

Cheng Kexing lay on the bed, opened QQ, and after a list, there were six friends who were sending him messages, and all of them were girls.

Cheng Kexing didn't pay much attention to it, most of the time they were talking, and Cheng Kexing sometimes echoed a few words, and sometimes just sent an emoji.

Some of these girls are netizens, and some are girls from school. He doesn't really care, and they just chat when they are bored.

Open it and talk about it, browse some recent news of friends, a little boring.

Then he opened the space nicknamed "Little Deer Under the Moon", which belonged to He Ziyue. She rarely talked about it, and the last one was two months ago, when she was at home.

What was posted was her hometown, and there was also a picture of her and her brother.

Well, looking at the girl with braids and rosy cheeks on the phone, Cheng Xing twitched his lips.

I almost rolled over on the bed a few times.

After a while, Cheng Kexing opened the school's confession wall.

This is one of his habits, because there are many interesting sayings on the school confession wall.

It's also very interesting to appreciate people, confession and so on.

But when he saw the first one, he froze.

It is related to his grandson Jiang Chen.

Although Jiang Chen often appeared on the confession wall as the one who was scooped up or confessed to, but this time, he seemed to be the initiator.

The content of the notice is probably
Jiang Chen from class 3 and Yu Long from class 25 will have a running competition at the school sports meet a month later, the loser is not allowed to pursue An Yimo.

The announcement was made today, and there are already many comments below in a short time.

Cooking without washing dishes: Oh, what's going on?Are you jealous?

Big Baby: A battle between men.

I don't have an account: it's interesting and interesting, and I must join in the fun when the time comes. "

Just like this: I press Yu Long to win, he is a man who has won provincial capital awards, and, who is that Jiang Chen?
Loved: You don't even know who Jiang Chen is, he is the school grassroots of our school.

Why eat the little bunny: Jiang Chen is my boyfriend.

Raise a Lamb: You are dreaming, Jiang Chen is my husband.

Raise a Lamb: Woohoo, I confessed to Jiang Chen on the confession wall before, but he ignored me.

Mu Yi: Who is this An Yimo, who can actually make two influential figures in the school do this for her.

Jin Mailang: An Yimo is very beautiful, I've seen her before, she seems to be from class three.

Just like this: Hey, I have a friend who wants to see An Yimo's photo.

Jinmailang: Some people also found this girl on the confession wall before, and the previous talk about it.

Seeing this, Cheng Xing swiped down and found that there were indeed several articles about An Yimo.

There is a picture of An Yimo in the school's small supermarket, and it has content.

"Wall Wall, I saw this girl in the supermarket at noon, wearing earphones, she is so pretty, I don't know if there is npy, if there is no npy, I hope I can get it, if there is, I wish 99, shame, stop it. "

After reading it, Cheng Kexing couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth.

Besides, he was also a little surprised in his heart, when Jiang Chen did such a thing, he didn't even know.

Then he handed the phone to the turtle in the next bed.

"Turtle, look at this."

"Oh."

The tortoise responded, then took the phone and looked it up, as expected, then froze for a moment.

"Fuck, what's the situation with this kid Jiang Chen?"

"You don't know either?"

"I do not know."

Turtle shook his head.

"Go, go to the stairs and call him to ask."

"Row."

Afterwards, the two left the dormitory and came to the stairs.

Called Jiang Chen on QQ.

At this time, Jiang Chen was lying on the bed and typing a certain sound, when he suddenly received a call from Cheng Kexing.

"Hey, son, why are you looking for Dad if you don't sleep so late?"

"Ahem, Jiang Chen, have you looked at the confession wall?"

"What happened to the confession wall?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment.

Then he suddenly thought of something and said.

"You knew already."

"Well, you kid, when did you do this with the turtle behind my back?"

"The day before yesterday, that Yu Long came to look for me..."

Then Jiang Chen roughly told Cheng Kexing what happened with Yu Long that day.

"Are you sure?"

"have it."

Jiang Chen said indifferently.

"What is there?"

"Jiang Chen, don't be afraid, Dad will always be by your side."

This is the sound of a turtle.

"Forehead."

"Forget it, you can do your best. Also, what is the relationship between you and An Yimo? Tell me about it."

"What can it matter? It's just a classmate relationship."

"I do not believe."

"If you don't believe it, don't believe it. Well, just hang up if you have nothing to do. Don't hinder me from reading a certain tone."

"alright."

Then, hang up the phone.

The night fell silent again.