Xue God, you got the wrong object

Chapter 333
The fact that the person Jiang Jiang likes is Jiang Ling seems reasonable, but it seems that something is wrong.

"Brother Jiang...does it mean that Jiang Ling, the man you fancy, has changed a lot since he came back?"

Jiang Shijing: "..."

Jiang Shijing was stunned for a moment.

he does not know.

Jiang Ling is duplicity, duplicity, self-righteous.

Apart from her gentler personality, better smile, cuter behavior and better grades, she seems to be nothing special.

"..." Fuck.

After turning around in his mind, Jiang Ling's amber pupils and the corners of his mouth, which are always slightly raised and perfectly curved, finally came to mind. He finally replied with two words, "It looks good."

The words are clear, calm and powerful, and extremely determined.

Class two and three in high school: "..."

I thought to myself, why didn't you think he was pretty before?

What's the matter, did Jiang Ling go to the hospital for plastic surgery?
"Have you finished listening to the gossip? Don't break your mouth after listening." Jiang Shijing paused with lowered eyes, "I'll tell her myself."

When Jiang Shijing told this matter this time, firstly, he really didn't intend to hide it from the students in the class. After all, the students in the class might still be able to help him, and secondly, because Jiang Shijing decided to try to approach him openly. Jiang Ling, make things more obvious.

The third class got an order to express their understanding, confession, of course Brother Jiang did it himself, so they all went back to their seats to do what they should do.

After a while, Song Qi still couldn't hold back, and approached Jiang Shijing with a question in his heart, "Hey, brother Jiang, how are you and... how are you and Jiang Ling doing?"

Why did you suddenly admit it?

Jiang Shijing twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's nothing."

That is to say, Jiang Ling thought that he liked others.

"Hey brother Jiang, do you think Jiang Lingxi likes you?"

Jiang Shijing didn't want to talk anymore, raised his eyebrows, and returned to his foolish look, "Why are you so gossip? I like it. Didn't people praise me for being handsome and gentle a while ago?"

A few scattered people around heard Jiang Shijing's words, "..."

Really shameless.

The person Jiang Ling is taking into account Brother Jiang's face.

Jiang Shijing didn't care.

"It's good that everyone is so quiet today." Before everyone had finished complaining, Qin Shen still wore the glasses whose lenses were as thick as [-], knocked on the podium, and stared at everyone kindly.

Seems to be in a good mood.

Seeing Lao Qin coming, everyone took it easy.

Qin Shen cleared his throat and prepared his emotions, "I'd like to tell you a few things. The first thing is of course that school will officially start the day after tomorrow. Please take care of yourself."

As soon as the familiar words came out, there was a lot of wailing, no serious person wanted to start school.

"Look at you guys, after this semester, you're a senior in high school and you still want to play--okay, the second thing, this, Zhou Xing, the school committee member of our class, has already transferred, so let's choose another one today , who recommends himself? If not, I will arrange it casually."

Classes two and three in high school almost didn't realize what Lao Qin meant, they all had shocked expressions on their faces, and then jumped out one by one.

Song Qi was startled, "... Zhou Xing transferred?"

No wonder he didn't come, no wonder Lin Zhou reacted that way!
When Jiang Shijing heard the words, he glanced at Lin Zhou's seat. Lin Zhou was still lying on his stomach, motionless.

"Ah, why so suddenly?"

"Leave as soon as we say what the school committee says. We didn't say hello to us in the class. It's not kind."

"..."

"That's right, Zhou Xing is really unkind. If he leaves, then I won't be able to copy my homework from now on?"

The friendship between classmates in their teenage years was pure, shallow and deep. Anyone in the second and third classes of high school always felt empty when they heard that a member of the class suddenly transferred.

(End of this chapter)