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Chapter 25 They Say Jiang Qishu Is Chasing You

Jiang Qishu fell into a drowsy sleep, his elbow was bumped suddenly, and then he heard a low reminder: "The teacher is calling you."

He blinked his sleepy eyes blankly, and it took him two seconds to figure out that he was in class. He put his hand on the edge of the table and stood up, and the chair behind him automatically folded away with a "snap".

Jiang Qishu raised his eyes to look at the teacher, and lowered his eyes to look at the blank desktop. His brain was even blanker than the desktop, and he had no idea what the teacher said before.

He glanced for help at the only person beside him he recognized.

It's a pity that Liang Chan hung her head and didn't receive someone's call for help.

Fortunately, she was willing to help others, and quietly moved the textbook an inch toward him, and tapped the black-lined lines of text and the annotations beside them with the tip of the pen.

Jiang Qishu was slightly short-sighted, without glasses, squinting and stumbled to read that paragraph of text.

The teacher's expression didn't soften much, but he didn't make things difficult for him: "Sit down and concentrate on listening to the class."

When Jiang Qishu sat down with a sigh of relief, the teacher looked at him and felt familiar: "That classmate, you are not in our class, are you?"

There was rustling laughter from below.

Jiang Qishu met Teacher Shang's eyes generously and openly, and said with a smile: "No. Teacher Xia, I came to attend your class specially, and I accidentally fell asleep when I got up too early. I'm sorry, I will pay attention."

The middle-aged woman called "Teacher Xia" finally remembered who he was, Jiang Zhengyuan's son, who used to come to school often, and she met several times.

This little episode was soon over, the teacher continued the class, but the other students looked at the handsome boy in the fifth row from time to time, discussing in a low voice which major he is, I'm afraid it's fake to accompany his girlfriend, and they don't know him Is the girlfriend Liang Chan on his right or Lu Mingming on his left...

"Thank you." Jiang Qishu, who had a false alarm, came over and whispered.

Liang Chan didn't reply to him.

He was used to her reticence, and he didn't mind her not responding, so he braced his head and tried to listen to the class.

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The cafeteria was crowded at noon, and Chen Xiaoyin and Liang Chan met on the second floor.

The two each ordered a casserole fat beef rice noodle, found an empty seat and sat down, Chen Xiaoyin stretched her neck impatiently and asked: "Jiang Qishu is in your class?"

Liang Chan picked up the rice noodles in the casserole with chopsticks and put them in a small bowl to cool down: "How do you know?"

"It's spread all over the large and small groups of your School of Economics and Management! Now it's spread to our School of Architecture. Combined with the last incident where his princess carried you across the campus, guess what they said?" Chen Xiaoyin's eyes lit up, waiting She asked and answered by herself, "They said Jiang Qishu was chasing you."

Liang Chan had long been mentally prepared for her to speak surprisingly, and swallowed the food in her mouth ahead of time without being choked.

She deliberately ignored the latter sentence, and only said: "The news spread too fast."

"You don't understand Jiang Qishu's position in our architecture academy. Of course, everyone pays special attention to every move of the courtyard grass." Chen Xiaoyin said with a smile, "Everyone said that the title of courtyard grass has wronged him, it should be the school grass .Don’t you think he is handsome? I have never seen a handsome boy in school, more than enough to be a school grass."

Liang Chan blew on the soup in the spoon and drank it into her mouth.

Chen Xiaoyin continued to exchange the information she got from other students: "Did you know, his parents are both teachers of Yida University, and his mother's natal family is very rich, and they are engaged in the real estate industry, so they are the pride of heaven."

Liang Chan's eyes were calm.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Chen Xiaoyin was a little disappointed.

Liang Chan pretended to be curious and asked: "How do you know his family background so clearly?"

The disappointment on Chen Xiaoyin's face disappeared, and she raised her eyebrows: "Jiang Qishu is the crush of many girls in our school, and they will naturally try their best to find out everything about him. Ah... just say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there."

Chen Xiaoyin raised the spoon and quietly pointed her in the direction.

Liang Chan had a premonition, turned around, and really saw Jiang Qishu.He was carrying a tray on which was a black casserole, steaming hot, blurring his face, and a black bowl filled with rice piled up like a small arched hill.

Behind him were two middle-aged men, a man and a woman, also carrying a stainless steel tray with a rice set meal.

The three of them tilted their heads and chatted, and found an empty table to sit down.

Liang Chan looked away, Jiang Qishu didn't see her, and strongly recommended to his parents: "The chicken pot at the window on the corner of the second floor is really good, you two don't want to try it?"

Xu Qian smiled: "I don't know how many times I have eaten with your dad."

"Oh." Jiang Qishu picked up the green pepper and picked it out, "I forgot, which window in the cafeteria is delicious, you should know better than me if you have eaten it for decades."

Jiang Zhengyuan pointed to the green pepper he threw aside with his chopsticks: "I'm still picky at how old I am."

"You don't eat carrots either, we are with each other."

"You boy."

Xu Qian smiled and watched the father and son quarreling, not favoring either side. She waited until they had a truce before she said, "I heard that you went to Teacher Xia's class and messed around. Is there such a thing?"

Jiang Qishu picked out the last piece of green pepper and sighed slightly in his heart. He knew that there must be something to be interrogated when his parents invited him to dinner.

"I'm just going to listen in, I'm not messing around." He said evasively.

"Oh? Why didn't I know you were interested in finance?" Xu Qian blocked the excuse he had thought up with one sentence.

Jiang Qishu felt remorse for his underestimation of the enemy, showing a look of surrender and flattery: "Let me go, my mother, I will never dare again."

Xu Qian bent her lips, this was not what she really wanted to ask, she took a sip of seaweed egg drop soup from a small bowl, and casually mentioned: "Is it for a girl?"

Jiang Qishu choked on the rice and raised his head: "Who did you listen to?"

"You don't care who I listen to." Xu Qian smiled meaningfully, "You can answer me yes or no."

Jiang Zhengyuan also said sternly: "Your mother is just curious about the type of girl you're chasing, nothing else."

Jiang Qishu convinced them: "Nothing."

Xu Qian didn't quite believe it: "Really? You didn't lie to me?"

Jiang Qishu said depressedly: "Can you let me eat well, I'm about to have indigestion."

Xu Qian stopped at the right time and did not extend this topic any longer.

Jiang Qishu has been independent since he was a child. He has the vivaciousness of a boy and a calm and steady side that children of the same age lack. He seldom makes them worry about being parents.She is not the kind of mother who wants to control, but she is really curious to hear that her son has emotional signs for the first time.

The family of three separated at the entrance of the cafeteria, and Jiang Qishu went back to the dormitory for an afternoon nap with his books in his arms.

When the other three roommates came back, he was already lying on the bed, with an arm on the back of his head, eyes open, staring blankly at the star posters above his head - he had never seen anyone put posters on the ceiling.

Li Aoran supported the bed frame with one hand: "Brother Shu, what are you thinking about?"

Jiang Qishu turned his head to look at him: "Is it rumored that I am chasing Liang Chan?"

"I thought you didn't hear anything outside the window, but you know it." Li Aoran kicked off the sneakers on his feet, and a smell came out. Jiang Qishu wrinkled his nose, disgusted.

Li Aoran smiled innocently, put on flip flops to wash his feet, his voice came out from the bathroom: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Jiang Qishu sat up from the bed, trying to explain that his motives were pure and he had no other thoughts, "I just think..."

Before waiting for the second half of the sentence, Li Aoran ran out of the bathroom: "What do you think?"

"It's nothing."

Jiang Qishu lay down on his back, arms crossed.He just felt that there were many stories hidden in her eyes, like a thick book, tempting him to read.

(End of this chapter)