Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Jiang Mingcheng weakly said two words: "I'm so hungry."

After Gu Ling told him yesterday that they would see each other tomorrow, he came to school today as if he had been injected with chicken blood and for no apparent reason.

Because he arrived early, he hadn't had breakfast yet, and his stomach was now performing a concert for him.

Gu Ling casually handed him the milk and bread from his schoolbag. Jiang Mingcheng hesitated: "Your breakfast?"

Gu Ling said succinctly: "Snacks."

He immediately smiled, took the food and started eating. The plastic packaging made a rustling sound and the aroma of bread spread around Jiang Mingcheng.

The teacher, who had noticed that Jiang Mingcheng and Gu Ling were talking but turned a blind eye to them, also looked over at them now. He and Gu Ling exchanged a glance.

Teacher: It’s okay, let him eat.

Gu Ling: Teacher, can’t you bear such a big noise?

Gu Ling nudged Jiang Mingcheng with his elbow and lowered his voice: "Can't you eat after class?"

Jiang Mingcheng also imitated her in speaking in a low voice. The boy's voice was a little low and a little aggrieved: "I tore it all apart."

He got up early today and not only did he not eat breakfast, but his green hair, which he usually carefully groomed, was also limp today, with only two stubborn tufts of hair on top of his head.

His eyes drooped, he was hunched over, holding milk in one hand and bread in the other, looking like a stray animal being fed by a kind-hearted person.

There were two little people quarreling in Gu Ling's heart.

The angel said, "Let him eat! What a poor little boy! What's wrong with eating a little?"

The devil said, "You can't eat during class, so what's wrong with waiting for a while?"

Gu Ling slapped the two little people away, and his baby-faced expression was cold: "Eat if you want, don't act like a spoiled child."

Jiang Mingcheng curled his lips. He was not acting like a spoiled child. How could this baby-faced man have the ability to understand?

He lowered his head and took a big bite of bread, then took a big gulp of milk. His cheeks were puffy and he looked very hungry.

Gu Ling clenched the pen in his hand and his expression became even colder.

Being cute is a foul!

Damn it, such a great face isn't meant for cuteness!

The class was finally over. As soon as the bell rang, Chen Fei, who had endured the whole class, came over happily, and did not forget to bring Lu Lin along.

"Brother Jiang, why are you here today? And you're here so early?"

"Come whenever you want." Jiang Mingcheng handed the packaging waste to Chen Fei, "Help me throw it away."

Fade Chen had a lot to say, but he was reluctant to leave, so he handed the garbage to Lu Lin and said, "Help me throw it away."

Lu Lin smiled helplessly, but did not refuse. He took the garbage to the trash can in the back row.

What a bunch of lazy bums, they are too lazy to even walk two or three steps.

Chen Fei smiled and said, "Gu Ling, you are the new member of the group yesterday, right? You told me earlier that you knew Brother Jiang, so I would bring you along. Ahem, let me formally introduce myself. I am Chen Fei, Brother Jiang's number one loyal brother."

Lu Lin happened to come back, and he put his arm around Lu Lin's shoulders: "He is Lu Lin, my good buddy."

Lu Lin is the study committee member of the class and has good grades.

He raised his glasses and smiled politely: "Hello."

Gu Ling was busy studying at school and going home after school. It had been more than half a month since he transferred to this school, but he still had no friends to talk to, and he only remembered the faces of his classmates.

Gu Ling nodded: "Hello."

Fade Chen started to chatter again: "Brother Jiang, how long do you plan to stay today? At noon, let's go to the noodle shop in front of the school to eat noodles, just to celebrate Gu Ling's joining."

Gu Ling frowned slightly. She didn't like others taking initiative.

Lu Lin pulled Fade Chen's arm and said, "If you want to go eat, don't drag others along. I can see through your little tricks at a glance."

The tacit understanding between the good brothers made Chen Fei understand something. He laughed and said, "You still understand me."

Jiang Mingcheng looked at Gu Ling: "Want to go out for lunch at noon?"

Gu Ling declined: "Thank you, but no thanks."

It takes a long time to eat out, so it’s better to eat in the cafeteria.

Jiang Mingcheng seemed to be thinking about something and didn't force it.

Gu Ling went to class as usual. Jiang Mingcheng poked Gu Ling's arm and said, "Wake me up at eleven o'clock. Thank you."

Gu Ling was speechless, she hadn't agreed yet.

She poked Jiang Mingcheng with a pen. Jiang Mingcheng moved but did not get up. He changed direction and faced her with the back of his head.

Gu Ling was unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. He turned his anger into motivation and worked on the questions.

At eleven o'clock, Gu Ling woke up Jiang Mingcheng on time. This guy rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and slipped out of the back door smoothly while the teacher was writing on the blackboard.

The school at No. 13 Middle School ends at noon, and he is impatient to wait for an hour.

Gu Ling looked at the empty seat next to him, then took back the book he had lent to Jiang Mingcheng without any other reaction.

Whether others study or not, or attend classes or not, has nothing to do with her.

Anyway, we are just ordinary classmates.

At twelve o'clock noon, the bell rang and the students all walked out of the classroom to the cafeteria, but Gu Ling was still writing his homework leisurely.

There are a lot of people in the cafeteria at noon. Gu Ling doesn't want to waste time queuing, nor does he want to rush to grab food in the cafeteria, so he usually goes to the cafeteria about half an hour later.

Soon Gu Ling was the only one left in the classroom, and suddenly, someone knocked on the desk.

Jiang Mingcheng was holding a take-away box: "Dang dang dang! Super delicious beef noodles."

He put the noodles on the table and was about to open them: "Hurry up, hurry up, eat them while they're hot, or they'll get lumpy if you leave them for too long."

"Wait!" Gu Ling held his hand, "Is it for me?"

"Or give it to me? I don't have the habit of eating lunch in the classroom."

Gu Ling rolled his eyes: "As if I have one."

"Hey!" Jiang Mingcheng picked up the packing box again, took Gu Ling's hand and walked out, "I know a good place."

……

Rooftop.

Jiang Mingcheng dragged out a desk from the corner, took out two chairs, wiped them casually with his sleeves, and sat down.

He opened the takeaway box and handed the chopsticks to Gu Ling, his eyes sparkling with anticipation: "Try it."

Gu Ling lowered her head and took a bite of noodles. She heard Jiang Mingcheng ask her, "Is it delicious?"

Gu Ling nodded and said, "You left get out of class early just to buy me noodles?"

Jiang Mingcheng leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and acted like a big shot: "You didn't want to go out with me, so I can only bring you one reluctantly."

Baby-faced girl’s family is in such a difficult situation, she must have no money to eat.

As a king, he has the obligation to feed his people!

Gu Ling wanted to ask him why he was so nice to him, but he felt that he was being too sentimental, so he changed the question: "Are you so nice to every one of your brothers?"

Jiang Mingcheng was of course good to his younger brothers, but he didn't buy them meals personally. At most he would give them some money.

As for why he specially brought food to Gu Ling, Jiang Mingcheng thought, it was probably because the baby face was more pleasing to the eye.

Gu Ling was eating noodles with his cheeks moving, which made him look even cuter.

Jiang Mingcheng replied: "That's not the case. I am... respecting the elderly and loving the young!"

Gu Ling paused, his eyes dangerous: "Who is old? Who is young?"

Jiang Mingcheng had no sense of crisis and said casually: "She has a baby face."

Gu Ling was in no mood to eat noodles anymore, and put on a sour face again: "Jiang, Ming, Cheng! If you call me a baby-faced person again, I will, I will do it!"

Jiang Mingcheng had become accustomed to Gu Ling's sour face and inexplicable bad temper, and had no idea of ​​the seriousness of the matter.

He had a smirk on his face and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, let's get started after we finish eating."

It would be strange if a skinny boy with a baby face could fight.

If she knew how to fight, she wouldn't have needed him to save her in the first place.

Gu Ling rolled up his sleeves and was determined to teach Jiang Mingcheng a lesson today.

She stood up and saw Jiang Mingcheng frowning. She crossed her arms over her chest and said, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"Clean Plate Movement, classmates."

With just one sentence, Gu Ling sat back down feeling frustrated.

This time, she ate the noodles fiercely.

Jiang Mingcheng, don't leave after school!

No, there’s no need to wait until school is over. She should have a good fight with Jiang Mingcheng after she finishes eating her noodles and let him see how powerful she, Gu Ling, is!

After finishing his noodles, Gu Ling calmed down and was in the mood to wipe his mouth gracefully.

Putting the garbage aside, Gu Ling clapped his hands and raised his chin slightly: "Bibi?"

Jiang Mingcheng was very curious. He had fought so many times, but this was the first time a girl asked him to fight.

He smiled calmly: "Don't cry."

cry?

Gu Ling smiled, but it was still unclear who would cry.

She has never lost a fight since she was a child.

The two people who were sitting together eating a second ago were now standing in the middle of the rooftop, confronting each other.