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

In the afternoon, the clouds in the sky were light, Jiang Chen was lying on the couch in the yard of An Yimo's house, he looked very relaxed, and there were some reading materials about psychology in the earphones.

Not far away, An Yimo moved two small chairs and was writing homework for the holiday.

The breeze is gentle, and the years are quiet.

"An Yimo, do you still need to do your homework?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"It's almost ready, I just want to see how the school's topic is, will it help me?"

An Yimo said.

"And now? What conclusion did you come to, my beautiful student at the same table."

"Probably I don't have to."

An Yimo said with a slightly red face.

"An Yimo, read a book."

"Ok?"

"I mean novels, er, not that kind of romance novels."

"what?"

An Yimo looked up at Jiang Chen.

"There is a canteen by the cloud, have you seen it?"

"No."

"I knew you hadn't seen it, and if you wanted to, I'll tell you it's really good."

"is it?"

An Yimo's doubts were mixed with some expectations.

"You wait, I'll get it for you when I get home."

Afterwards, Jiang Chen got up from the reclining chair, ran back to his own house across the door, and brought the copy of "The Edge of the Cloud".

"Look, this is the book."

Jiang Chen handed the book to An Yimo.

The short-haired beautiful girl took the book and looked at it.

"Look at the cover, isn't it an artistic conception? The warm clouds are very healing. I bet you will like this book after reading it."

"Okay, let me look back."

An Yimo agreed.

Jiang Chen nodded again and again, with an expression that I recommend you, you are relieved, but in his heart he is looking forward to it. After An Yimo finished reading the book, he was very sad, and then poured himself into his arms to confide.

"Jiang Chen, I'm so sad that Cheng Shuang died."

Then he patted An Yimo's back lightly, and said softly.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

At this time, a cold voice interrupted Jiang Chen's fantasy.

"Jiang Chen, what are you thinking?"

"Ah, no, what did you think?"

Jiang Chen said hastily.

"Then why your expression is a little, a little."

"Something?"

"not good."

Jiang Chen: "."

he understands,

High EQ: "It's a bit bad."

Low EQ: "A little wretched."

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In the afternoon, the basketball court in the community.

Jiang Chen was wearing a ball uniform, holding a basketball in his arms.

"Basketball training has begun."

Lan Feng in Jiang Chen's body said, and then with a wave of his hand, Jiang Chen's attribute panel appeared again.

Strength: 56/100
Speed: 58/100
Core Strength: 58/100
Stamina: 50/100
Running: 68/100
Basketball: 60/100
Looking at the picture in front of him, Jiang Chen exhaled and sighed.

"The stamina has finally returned to the level of a normal person, and I will no longer be afraid of being killed by the wind alone when I go out."

"Oh, by the way, Xiaolan, what kind of state can I train this basketball, and can I reach the level of the NBA."

"It's still the same sentence, you can have it in your dreams, or drink more wine."

"Um, then what use do I want you for? Look at the system in the novel. After completing a small task, you can send it to the company, send you a luxury car, and finally even have an aircraft carrier."

Lan Feng was silent.

Jiang Chen said again.

"Xiaolan, actually I just want Curry's shooting skills and Irving's dribbling skills. This is not too much. Hey, Xiaolan, why is your face turning black?"

"Jiang Chen, you don't need to be so powerful, when your basketball level can reach 85, you can already walk sideways in your school."

"alright."

Jiang Chen pondered for a while and said, this is enough, the main thing is that he can beat the group of arrogant guys in class 25, and he didn't want to play professional competitions.

After finishing communicating with Lan Feng, Jiang Chen glanced at the girl next to the basketball court, she was watching "The Edge of the Cloud".

At this moment, Jiang Chen was in a daze. He had seen it in books before, and he had seen similar pictures in a certain music. The boy was playing, and the girl he liked was watching him play, and she was holding a bottle. water.

Although An Yimo was reading a book and didn't buy a book for him, he was already very happy to feel that she was by her side.

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched slightly,

Brothers, isn't this motivation coming?

"Dribbling practice, and throwing practice."

Jiang Chen planned in his heart, then looked at the basket, his eyes became more and more determined.

"Start training!"

The breeze was gentle, the birds flew high in the sky, and the boy's face was covered with beads of sweat.

After a long time, the training ended, Jiang Chen wiped the sweat off his face with a tissue, and walked to An Yimo's side.

"An Yimo."

"Ok?"

The girl raised her head, her eyes were a little tired, probably because she had read the book for a long time.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen felt a little distressed, and then said.

"Take you to a fun place, do you want to go?"

An Yimo didn't ask anything, just nodded without showing any emotion.

For this reason, Jiang Chen guessed An Yimo's reading process.

Judging by Xiaonizi's calm expression, Wang Yingying should not be dead yet.

Because, reading this book, she was sad at least twice, the first time was when Wang Yingying died, and the second time was the ending, when Cheng Shuang died.

Ok.

Jiang Chen nodded to himself, he liked the sentence Cheng Shuang left at the end of the book.

"Life has light. Before I go out, I can illuminate you a little bit, and that's all I can do."

And the most embarrassing thing is the last sentence,
"I love you, you have to remember me."

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