At the same table, he is manic-depressed, and needs to be spoiled.

Chapter 17 Long in My Aesthetics
Li Shi also nodded, "What Xie Yi said is not unreasonable, so we are not sure, just report to Brother Yan."

"Tsk, let me tell you, why do you two look so paparazzi? You specialize in spying on people. Are you a pervert? Tell me!" Xie Yi paid attention to the changes in Jiang Jinyan's expression while teasing Li Shiyi and Fan Huan.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Let's take a look at him as a serious student boy." Fan Huan immediately turned back, and followed Xie Yi to observe Jiang Jinyan's expression.

Finding that the other party's complexion is really not very good, "Brother Yan, don't worry about it, maybe the two of you are just friends, sitting together and talking about study." I regret telling Brother Yan about this, in case Yan Brother, what should I do if I'm in a bad mood?
Hearing this, Jiang Jinyan twitched his eyebrows, tapped Li Shiyi's phone with his slender finger, sent the photo to his WeChat, and deleted the photo completely, and deleted the chat history by the way, before Return the phone to Li Shiyi.

"I've deleted the photo. In the future, don't pay too much attention to her." Jiang Jinyan set his eyes on the teenagers, his warning was obvious.

The three of them looked at each other, well, it seems that Brother Yan is really not in a good mood, but what does Brother Yan mean to the little fairy?

Don't care or care?

"Understood, Brother Yan."

"Well, if you want to play games, go to the game room next door. I'm a little sleepy, so I won't be with you." Jiang Jinyan returned to his room with his phone in his pocket.

The old house has a specially decorated game room by Jiang Jinyan, which has a lot of game equipment, and the game console configuration is even more complete.

Usually when a few teenagers wanted to play, Jiang Jinyan agreed very generously.

"Brother Yan, take a good rest." Several people also knew how to play, rushed to the game room with their phones in their pockets, and started playing after closing the door.

Jiang Jinyan, who returned to the room, took out the shirt that Jiang Nuanxing gave him as a compensation from the closet, looked at it for a while, and the restlessness in his eyes was very strong, which was comparable to the night outside, and he curled up a little bit Bloody and gloomy.

Finally, he walked to the trash can, "Since there will be no intersection, there is no need to keep this dress."

Just like that, Jiang Jin grasped the clothes with his knuckled hands, and wanted to throw the clothes in the trash can without hesitation several times, but failed several times.

"Damn!"

A burst of depression came to mind, Jiang Jinyan pulled his collar, revealing the smooth collarbone inside, his Adam's apple rolling, he finally threw the shirt in his hand on the bed, "Since you can't bear it, let's keep it."

The boy walked into the bathroom, wanting to calm down his irritability with cold water. The cool water flowed over the skin of his body, and the blood and wildness in the boy's bones calmed down a lot.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the bathroom, and couldn't help murmuring, "Jiang Nuanxing, I'm afraid I won't be able to live without you in this life."

Once he thought that she would have someone else he liked, he couldn't restrain his temper, his blood was stained with hostility, and he wished to destroy the world!
"I'm probably very sick, and I've been poisoned by a poison called Jiang Nuanxing..."

……

Next Friday, the English speech contest held by the school will come as scheduled.

The school auditorium was full of people, and there were no empty seats.

Backstage, Jiang Nuanxing wore a high ponytail, youthful and beautiful, she took a last look at the two pages of manuscript in her hand, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, it should be all right.

She put the manuscript into her schoolbag and began to adjust her state.

Wu Qianqian was a little nervous, "Xing Xing, cheer me up, I'm afraid my legs will shake on stage."

"Okay, cheer up." Jiang Nuanxing took Wu Qianqian's hand and patted it lightly, "It's okay, it's the same as the usual presentation in the classroom, don't scare yourself."

"it is good!"

After the host on stage finished his opening remarks, he began to applaud, "Next, we invite contestant No. [-], Lin Jue from Class [-], to give a speech."

Applause sounded, and Jiang Nuanxing saw Lin Jue coming from not far away, and when he passed them, he nodded to her and greeted her.

Jiang Nuanxing also nodded to him and gave him a cheering gesture.

Wu Qianqian was a little surprised, "Hey, Xing Xing, so you know Mr. Xiaocao?"

"Actually, I only found out last week. It turns out that his father and my father are college classmates. Last week, our two families got together and met."

"Oh, that's how it is." Wu Qianqian suddenly became gossipy, and she became less nervous, "Is the school grass easy to get along with? I heard from others that he is very cold and not easy to get close to."

"Well, a little bit, but maybe we don't know each other very well, so we don't have a good conversation." Even now, she still thinks it's just an acquaintance relationship, and it doesn't seem like a friend?
"Normal. After all, you two just met each other not long ago. You may get to know each other more in the future." Wu Qianqian smiled cheerfully, her eyes narrowed into a line. "What does Xing Xing think, how is the school grass growing up? Is it handsome?"

Jiang Nuanxing: "..." I was so scared, the two were caught by the rightful owner again while gossiping.

She looked around and saw that Lin Jue had already performed on stage, so it was impossible to hear the two of them talking about him.

She didn't have any thoughts about Lin Jue, she just answered Wu Qianqian's words perfunctorily, "Lin Jue's facial features are very upright!"

Wu Qianqian: "!!!" What is this answer?Very positive?

"Xing Xing, I'm dying of laughter from you. What's your answer? He's the god of all the girls in our school. Well, he's so handsome." Forget it, Xing Xing is different from them. I like gossip, and my comments on boys may be different from theirs.

Hey, it's just that something's wrong. The last time Xing Xing said, Mr. Jiang is a handsome guy, so why did he come to another handsome guy, Xiaocao Lin Jue, who just has good facial features?
"Xing Xing, you are biased!"

"Huh?" Jiang Nuanxing didn't know why, "What's your preference?"

"Haha, you're just partial to Big Brother Jiang. You admitted it last time, saying that Big Brother Jiang has a ceiling of beauty and is also very handsome in basketball, but it's clear that Lin Jue's school grass is the same type of handsome guy as Big Brother Jiang. Why don't you Just say that he is good-looking?"

When Jiang Nuanxing heard the words, she blinked her eyes and looked a little dazed, "Did I say that?"

It seems so, she did say these words on the bus last time, and was caught by the master later.

The memory of the dead suddenly attacked, Jiang Nuanxing was a little at a loss, his face was a little uncomfortable, and after a while, he whispered, "They... are different."

"What's different?" Wu Qianqian chased and beat him fiercely.

"It's not the same type." Jiang Nuanxing refuted what Wu Qianqian said just now.

"Huh? What type is the boss? What type is the school grass?"

Jiang Nuanxing pursed her lips and remained silent. Finally, she couldn't resist Wu Qianqian's stalking, so she said, "Lin Jue, I don't know what type he is, but student Jiang, he is my aesthetic type!"

(End of this chapter)