Teacher, she snatched my milk tea! + Extra

It was almost two o'clock when she woke up again, she looked at the clock in the library, struggling to get up and continue reading.As soon as the body moved, something was about to fall off her body.

Attracted by the sound of "哗哗", she slowly regained her consciousness, only to realize that she was wearing a pink down jacket.

Before the clothes fell, she quickly reached out to catch it. The moment she touched it, she seemed to smell the body fragrance of a girl.

……this is not?

After realizing whose clothes it was, as if she had been stabbed by a needle, she stood up abruptly holding the clothes and walked forward.

Ji Xiran was holding a romance novel and was reading the scene where the hero and heroine confided in each other, when his eyes were covered by a black shadow.

She looked up, Wen Xinyan hugged her clothes, like a little daughter-in-law, with a little blush on her jade-like cold and beautiful face.

"...I'll give you this back."

Then there was a thank you that was smaller than a mosquito, "Thank you."

She stared at her with burning eyes, the pupils of her eyes were as black as obsidian, and the inside was so clear, reflecting Ji Xiran's appearance.

"You're welcome." Ji Xiran took the clothes and put them on, seeing that she was standing in front of him and hadn't left yet, she tilted her head strangely and said, "Why, is there anything else?"

Wen Xinyan stood in front of her, thinking for a long time but didn't have the courage to ask her why she stopped teaching her English pronunciation after that day.

This is like a questioning question, she can't say it at first, not to mention, how can she have the right to question her?

She also didn't have the courage Liang Jingru gave her, so she could only bite her bloodless lips and shake her head, "...no more."

"Your face is too pale, and your lips are bloodless. You can tell it's hypoglycemia." Ji Xiran looked at her and said suddenly.

Wen Xinyan was a little surprised, but saw that she slowly took out a lot of candies of different flavors and an insulated box containing meals from her carry-on bag.

Turning her face away, her ears flushed, "here... next time... don't come to the reading room to read without eating anything."

Wen Xinyan was a little surprised that she knew about her, but more happy.

She took the things and responded softly, looking at her with brighter eyes.

Ji Xiran glanced at her, his eyes flickered, and stopped looking at her for a moment.

Wen Xinyan thought that she still had something to say to herself, and her expression gradually became more and more joyful. When she was about to step forward to listen to what she had to say, she suddenly turned her head, "Then I'm leaving. Class is about to start, and you too Let's go back."

A gentle wind blew through the curtains on both sides of the window, Wen Xinyan watched her slowly walk out of the reading room, slowly clenched the book in her hand, and then slowly let go.

Another big shake-up of the whole class.

Just as Ji Xiran started to pack his books, there were many people around him who were trying to be a hero to save the beauty, and they all rubbed their hands together. It seemed that as long as Ji Damei gave an order, they would be able to learn from their predecessors, and they would go on and on to block the bullets. .

Although Ji Xiran is used to laughing with these people, she doesn't like asking others to help for no reason, it feels like she owes others something.

She politely declined the kindness of those boys, and she took a lot of effort to move a large stack of books to her new seat.

When he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off his sweat, he saw Wen Xinyan not far away, there were boys and girls helping, and one of them looked familiar.

It was the boy under the wisteria trellis I saw last time.

Wen Xinyan is not very good at rejecting people, but because of her appearance, there are a lot of people rushing to her side.

We have been together for a long time, and no one cares about her substandard English pronunciation. What you can see with your eyes and feel in your heart is only her beauty and good grades.

It was very lively over there, and Wen Xinyan could vaguely hear her thanking those people softly.

Sure enough, people are beautiful, but they are more advantageous.Ji Xiran took a sip of milk tea, slowly pulled out a copybook, and concentrated on tracing it amidst the noise.

May is already the season to take off thick clothes and put on unlined clothes.People selling jelly, cucumbers and peaches in the streets and alleys slowly appeared on the street outside the school.

The registration form for the liberal arts class has been sent out, and the hearts of the class are fluctuating. Those who consciously want to leave and those who want to stay find a good opportunity to go out and take pictures together, which can be regarded as a memory.

The class teacher who taught them was a very reasonable female teacher. After seeing this situation, she suggested that everyone go to spring tour, as a last souvenir.

The snow-white pear bushes and the reservoir built like a fairyland are the most famous scenic spots in their area.

There are quite a lot of good-looking girls in the class, but Ji Xiran is the one who stands out the most everywhere, so there are many people around her every time.

Wen Xinyan stood a few meters away, watching a group of people smiling and pulling Ji Xiran to take a group photo, and she also smiled generously and put on a bright smile to cooperate.

Wen Xinyan also wanted to go up, but when those people dispersed and there was no one between her and Ji Xiran, she felt a little scared again.

She didn't know what she was afraid of.Just seeing her made my heart ache and a little happy, and I didn't know what to do.

The sun was shining so brightly that people couldn't open their eyes.Ji Xiran stood under the spring pear tree, pretending to look around for the scenery, and looked around for almost half an hour.

During the period, countless people smiled and pulled her to take a group photo, countless people asked her for her contact information, and countless people took the opportunity to confess their love to her.

There was no sign of Wen Xinyan there.

She was standing a few meters away.She didn't intend to take another step here.

At the end of the half-day tour, the only meeting between them was a group photo.

Ji Xiran's arts and sciences class form filled in science.

She thought she had deceived everyone, but when the head teacher read out the list of liberal arts classes, she still heard her name.

Her volunteer was seen by the head teacher and contacted her mother.After a series of discussions, her mother changed her to liberal arts.

She went back and had a big fight with her mother, but she was told that because she was not yet full and because she was her child, she had the right to make decisions for her because she was good to her.

What a right to call the shots for her!A good one for her!

Ji Xiran almost gritted his teeth, lying on the bed, did not go to class for three days, and did not eat or drink.

But the arms cannot twist the thighs.

On the day of class division, the entire teaching building was bubbling like boiling water.

Ji Xiran was forced to carry books down to the third floor of the liberal arts class. On the way, he met many girls carrying books to the science class. When he saw her, he was very surprised. He looked at her for a long time and even pointed.

She was expressionless the whole time, holding her book and walking slowly.

She walked through the iron fence between liberal arts and science, and before the class she was directly in, someone stopped her from behind.

"Ji Xiran!"

She didn't turn around, the voice was light and panting, and called her again, "Ji Xiran!"

I don't know why, but my eyes are sore.Ji Xiran held his head up, trying not to let the liquid fall from his eyes, but he still didn't look back. "Is there a problem?"

Wen Xinyan has a lot to say in her heart.

However, Ji Xiran waited for a long time, but she took a step back, pinched the blue envelope firmly in her hand, lowered her head and mumbled, "Thank you... for teaching me to read English during that time."

"...You're welcome." Ji Xiran waited for a while, but still didn't hear her say anything else.

The disappointment in her heart made her feel a little disheartened. "Anything else?"

"……there is none left."

"I'm leaving."

"Well... come on."

"Okay...you too...come on."

Ji Xiran didn't turn around, so she didn't see the girl behind her whose face was as pale as a transparent thin paper.

Chapter 71

In college, it's easy to be decadent, and it's also easy to get busy.

Wen Xinyan participated in activities almost desperately, and went to the library every day except for the library.

Others wear the stars and wear the moon, and she is almost the daughter of the night.

I was willing to smile before, but now don't say it's a smile, Wen Damei is doing her a favor and saying a word to others, then that person is grateful.

Ever since Qi Zhiying met Wen Xinyan, who was colder than an iceberg, she felt that her conscience was uneasy.

I often dream back in the middle of the night, dreaming that Wen Xinyan, who was turned into a cold killer, took a knife and clicked.

Not to mention frightened and trembling, I still feel very guilty deep in my heart.

Often when my conscience is condemned, I just think that it is really impossible to tell her Ji Xiran's whereabouts and forget it.

As soon as she told Zhu Tang about this idea, Zhu Tang covered her mouth and nearly silenced her.