kiss on his heart

Chapter 15 I just woke up, not easy to mess with

In the early morning, Jiang Jingyuan's alarm clock rang on time.

The curtains were not closed tightly, and a ray of sunlight broke free and jumped in and jumped on the boy and girl on the bed.

Jiang Jingyuan didn't sleep soundly this time, and he always felt like a mountain was weighing on him.

He moved, his furry little head rubbed against his chest, and he even felt a little wetness.

Song Ruanqing's consciousness was still stretched to the limit, and he wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy and he couldn't open them.For a while, my little head was buried in the mattress, feeling a little stuffy.

Jiang Jingyuan felt strange and subconsciously pushed her, "Song Ruanqing, why are you in my room."

Hearing this, Song Ruanqing bent his knees, sat back with his butt raised, and then stood up.

A small face is written all over: I just woke up and I’m not easy to mess with.

"Oh? You don't remember?" Song Ruanqing shook his head. The head of the ball he used to grab at night was loosely behind his ear, which made his scalp hurt a little.

"What should I say?" Jiang Jingyuan always felt that he was talking in his sleep yesterday. Could it be that he tied her here from her room in the middle of the night?

"Oh, you went to the wrong room when you slept last night. I finally pulled you to your room, but you cried and called your mother. I couldn't help it, so I talked with you and then fell asleep." Song Ruanqing said It was so vivid that I even wanted to make something up.

Jiang Jingyuan looked like he was lying. He knew Song Ruanqing was telling nonsense.

"It's not important. What's important is that we have to go to class." Song Ruanqing climbed out of bed, straightened his hair, and tucked a few strands of hair from his forehead behind his ears guiltily.

Jiang Jingyuan's eyes darkened, trying to recall what happened last night.

But I can't remember it, it seems a little disconnected.

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"Sister Qing, Brother Yuan. Good morning." Chen Shan was full of energy today. He held the hand cake he just bought in his hand, lowered his head and took a big bite, shouting inarticulately.

"Morning." Song Ruanqing entered the classroom. Like a butterfly effect, everything in front of him was so familiar. Thinking of yesterday's dream, his heart dropped, and he became even more worried about it.

She looked up at Chen Shan, twitching her lips and forcing a smile.

"It's not early." Jiang Jingyuan has been gloomy since the morning. It was the first time that he was so forgetful. During breakfast, he had to listen to Song Ruanqing intensify his efforts to make up all kinds of details to slander himself.

In her story, he seemed like a retard.

"..."

He just said hello politely, but it seemed that the two people in front of him were obviously not very interested.

Chen Shan shrugged his shoulders, expressing his confusion.

He had never slept so well last night, and when he woke up this morning he was not only refreshed, but also very happy.

This is what it feels like to be full of sleep.

"Brother Yuan, how are you preparing for the pre-exam assault magic weapon you mentioned yesterday?" Chen Shan stuffed the last bite of the oily hand cake into his mouth and swallowed it with water.

"Don't bother, I'll catch up on sleep again." Jiang Jingyuan's eyes were black and blue, and he moved his left shoulder, which was poked several times by Chen Shan, and said impatiently.

Chen Shan is so innocent.

Could it be that you had a quarrel with Sister Qing?When gods fight, little devils suffer.

"Sister Qing, Brother Yuan is sleeping, how can we make progress?"

"Work on your questions." Song Ruanqing bit the straw and took a long sip of milk until the milk box made an empty sound, then threw the box into the trash can she placed under the two-person desk.

"I'm a little lazy...I don't want to write the questions."

"Then endorse it. I'll check it later. It's "Pipa Xing"." Song Ruanqing took out the Chinese book from the desk, quickly found the article, and laid it out on his desk.

"Ah... well."

By the time Jiang Jingyuan fell asleep, it was already the last class in the morning.Because his grades in all subjects are really excellent, the teacher doesn't care about him, as long as he has good grades.

Jiang Jingyuan unbuttoned the top two buttons on the neckline of his school uniform, wiped the sweat off his chin, and then handed them the training plan and the questions they had prepared last night.

The weather in May is getting hotter and hotter. The air conditioner in the classroom started working early, but the air conditioner is too old and the effect is not very good.

Song Ruanqing felt like he was spinning in a steamer.

Because of that nasty brother!Jiang Jingyuan!She was not allowed to turn on the air conditioner on the top, and said that she cared about her, fearing that she would catch a cold, and turn around looking for her mother all over the place with a stomachache.

Having said this, Song Ruanqing shook his head and ignored him.

Fortunately, there weren't many people on their side, so no one objected.

"Thank you, Brother Yuan. You have worked hard, and I will definitely repay you when I am named on the gold list."

"No need. Just ask your grandfather to give me a few boxes of his treasured tea leaves."

He has been thinking about Chen's tea for a long time, especially the boxes that Grandpa Chen Shan treasured.

"Then what you have in mind is quite beautiful." Chen Shan suppressed his smile and straightened his back in response.

He has never forgotten Jiang Jingyuan's instigation to break a few pieces of tea cakes that his grandfather put on the bookshelf for show, but his grandfather found out and rewarded him with a slap in the face.

Jiang Jingyuan snorted, as if laughing at his lack of courage.

Song Ruanqing didn't care about the interaction between the two of them, the second she got the assault plan, she started to study it.

Indeed, he took advantage of all her shortcomings.

Jiang Jingyuan's image suddenly grew taller in her heart. He really had two brushes.

(End of this chapter)