God Made Incompatibility

Like a drop of water falling into boiling oil.

The performance hall was noisy, with music, applause, and laughter, but Meng Wanji's nerves could only receive Sheng Jinshu's silent words.

Heart beating violently.

She twitched her eyelashes and stared at Sheng Jinshu calmly, not sure if she was serious or joking, or if she made a mistake.

Sheng Jinshu looked at her with a grin, calm and calm, like a poppy flower that bloomed dangerously in the dark night.

Too delusional.

Meng Wanji was confused, and subconsciously wanted to look away and escape, but Sheng Jinshu seemed to notice it, took a step ahead of her, turned her head to look at the stage, and let go of her.

Like teasing her again.

Always lazy and calm, always smiling.

Meng Wanji bit her lip, her heart like being scratched by a feather, and like being bitten by an ant. What does she mean? Why even like it can be so paradoxical, confusing.

She was a little annoyed, but couldn't hold back her joy and heartbeat. Reason finally prevailed, and she clenched her expression and looked back at the stage as if nothing had happened.

absent-minded.

Not long after, the stage came to an end, and a new class's program came on.

It is a dynamic seven-person street dance, and the students who perform the show have to set the opening shape on the stage.

The lights dimmed, then briefly turned off.

The audience fell into darkness, and a soft and warm hand suddenly crossed the seat and accurately wrapped Meng Wanji's right hand. Like affirmation, like comfort.

Just for a moment, the lights came on.

Sheng Jinshu's hand moved away.

Meng Wanji's heart was beating fast. She knew that no one could see it, but she was guilty of a guilty conscience, and she didn't even have the courage to turn her head to Sheng Jinshu.

She retracted her hand and placed it on her thigh far away from Sheng Jinshu, curled up into a fist, and sat upright.

A show ends and a show begins again.

Unable to restrain herself, Meng Wanji finally let out a smile.

In the second half of the party, it was Meng Wanji's turn to go out to inspect the discipline, and they hardly had a chance to speak.

The party ended at 9:30, and the head of each class counted the number of people in the class to ensure how many people came and how many returned. Meng Wanji and Yi Han finished counting the number of people in Class 5, and then led the team back to the dormitory without encountering Sheng Jinshu.

When approaching the downstairs of the dormitory, she subconsciously glanced at the dormitory building. On the floor of the teachers' dormitory, only a few scattered lights were on, and there was no light in Sheng Jinshu's dormitory.

She shouldn't be back yet.

She settled down with Yi Han and returned to the dormitory.

Yi Han sighed while turning on the light: "It's finally over, I'm so tired. The performance hall is too far from the dormitory, and I'm hungry."

Meng Wanji closed the door and said justly, "Maybe it's not because the performance hall is too far, but because you ate too little dinner."

Dinner was an open-air barbecue by the vegetable garden. The students like it, but the teachers who have a light taste can't eat much.

Yi Han smiled: "You don't eat much either."

Meng Wanji replied to the news in Duan Qun, smiled lightly, and did not refute.

Yi Han didn't care and asked, "Do you want to take a shower first?"

Meng Wanji's news has not been processed yet, so she should: "You go first."

Seeing that she was busy, Yi Han was not polite, she answered "Okay", opened her backpack, took the pajamas to change and went into the bathroom.

Meng Wanji leaned against the desk to reply to the news. After replying to Duan Qun's news, she returned to the parents' news, and after replying to the parents' news, she returned to Meng Chuyang's news. More than half an hour passed, and Yi Han still hadn't come out.

Meng Wanji guessed that she might have washed her hair. She put down her phone and went to draw the curtains, ready to change the cheongsam that was bound on her body first. As soon as I unbuttoned all the buttons, my phone vibrated twice.

She swiped at random, and the news was sent by Sheng Jinshu.

She asked, "Are you asleep?"

Meng Wanji's heart beat slightly.

She reached out and took the mobile phone and opened it. She saw Sheng Jinshu and said, "Mr. Liang and I ordered takeout. If we order more, we will divide you and Mr. Yi."

Meng Wanji couldn't tell whether she was relieved or vaguely lost. She replied, "Okay."

Sheng Jinshu said, "Then I will wait for you at the door."

Meng Wanji didn't return, put down her phone, and bent over to get her pajamas. When she was about to take off her cheongsam, she paused for a moment, her eyes moved slightly, and she turned around again, buttoning the buttons back one by one.

Dressed neatly, she opened the door, and Sheng Jinshu was already there.

She leaned on the railing of the corridor directly opposite, bent her elbows, rested her cheeks with one hand, and her posture was relaxed, as if she was watching the night scene.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned around, and immediately, there was undisguised surprise and laughter in her eyes.

Meng Wanji didn't notice it.

She stood there waiting for Sheng Jinshu to come.

Sheng Jinshu didn't move, just stood there and watched her.

Meng Wanji's heart began to heat up, but she didn't reveal the slightest bit on her face. After a few seconds of stalemate, Sheng Jinshu finally had enough appreciation, and walked up to her with a takeaway bag. She reached out and handed the hot milk tea and dumplings to Meng Wanji, and said, "These are the only two shops in the farm that are still open."

Meng Wanji took it: "It doesn't matter, Yi Han just said that she is hungry. She doesn't hate dumplings."

Sheng Jinshu nodded.

She didn't intend to leave, and Meng Wanji didn't open her mouth to see off the guests, and the atmosphere subtly quieted down.

There was a hint of heat in the night wind in December.

"Tonight's piano is very good." Sheng Jinshu finally spoke again.

Meng Wanji said modestly, "Mr. Gu and Mr. Chen brought them well."

Sheng Jinshu disagreed, she asked, "Did you start learning it when you were very young?"

Meng Wanji responded, "Yes."

Sheng Jinshu wondered: "There is no piano in the dormitory." Generally, people who are proficient in musical instruments will place corresponding instruments in places where they live for a long time for practice. Meng Wanji is not someone who can't afford a piano.

Meng Wanji confessed: "After graduating from high school, I rarely played."

"why?"

Meng Wanji looked slightly startled.

More than one person has asked her that question. But she didn't want to tell Sheng Jinshu the words of prevarication.

The real reason is that she rarely goes home after graduating from high school; it is also that she has become more and more aware that she was working hard in the wrong direction. The Meng family doesn't need a non-eldest daughter who is too good, too good, too conspicuous.

She can't be good, but she can't be too good either. The more she stands out, the more pressure she puts on Chu Yang, the more crisis Li Yuanshu feels, and the less she dislikes her.

Sheng Jinshu seemed to see her reluctance to answer.

She didn't delve into it, just encouraged: "It's not easy to learn talent, it's a pity to waste it."

Meng Wanji replied lightly, "Yes."

Sheng Jinshu changed the subject and asked, "Have I not told you yet?"

"Um?"

"Tonight you are also very charming."

Her voice was soft and her eyes were burning. People who are accustomed to being cynical seem to be very sincere when they speak in a serious tone. Meng Wanji couldn't help being intoxicated.

The eyes were facing each other, and the air was getting hotter and hotter. The wind seemed to have stopped, Sheng Jinshu stood close, leaned forward, raised his hand to the back of her head.

Meng Wanji's breathing slowed down.

For a moment she almost surrendered, but the next moment, the sound of Yi Han pushing and pulling the glass door in the bathroom woke her up.

She was startled that Sheng Jinshu was crazy, and took a step back in a panic.

Sheng Jinshu's hand brushed across her hair, picking out a small piece of withered yellow leaf.

Meng Wanji: "..."

Crimson quickly spread across his cheeks.

"Mr. Xiaomeng?" Sheng Jinshu raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood, his eyes were full of teasing.

Meng Wanji gritted her teeth, expressionless, took a step back, reached out and closed the door with a bang.

The next second, Sheng Jinshu's arrogant and sweet low laughter came in wanton from outside the door.

Meng Wanji held her forehead, feeling that she was crazy.

Yi Han came out of the bathroom and called her strangely, "Mr. Meng?"

She greeted her: "I'm fine, you can wash."

Meng Wanji took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, put the takeaway on the table, explained the origin, and let her do it herself.

She put on her pajamas and went to take a shower, and she didn't want to open her phone to check the news until she went to bed, for fear that she would see Sheng Jinshu's nasty ridicule when she opened it.

She could think of anything.

Going to sleep with the lights off, had to confirm the message again.

She was forced to open WeChat and saw a few more insignificant messages from Duan Qun. Surprisingly, Sheng Jinshu's avatar was clean and there was no new information.

In the lower right corner, she found that there was an unread message in the above prompt, she moved in faster than her thoughts, and caught off guard, Sheng Jinshu's avatar appeared in front of her again.

Sheng Jinshu posted a message with only two simple words: Good night.

Below the text is a link to share the song.

The name of the song is "kissthera".